A review by aritrigupta
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

3.0

[b:The Murder of Roger Ackroyd|16328|The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (Hercule Poirot, #4)|Agatha Christie|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1389734015l/16328._SY75_.jpg|1073110] is one of the most famous works by Christie, and I'm certain, for the age in which this was written, this must have been a spectacular, twisty and thrilling read.
However, despite my best efforts to enjoy the story, I could not. Well, no, let me rephrase that. Christie sets her crime scenes very well and her language is simply marvelous. But, Poirot as the charming detective has never been one of my favorites, and that bias worked against the book right at the start. There were unnecessary long drawn dialogues that had me dozing off at times, and the most terrible part being, it was predictable. You will know who the murderer is two-thirds into the book easily.
SpoilerUnreliable narrators are not a novelty anymore in the world of crime fiction, and some books have done a far better job of it than our dear Dr. Sheppard’s account. His misogynistic, patronising rants were annoying me, and the multiple allusion to "grey cells" by Poirot gave me a headache. The story was sluggish, and most of the characters had no intrigue whatsoever.

Christie's books are a great comfort read, but thrilling they are not. Not for me, at least. I am sad that I could not enjoy this more.