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Third Girl
by Agatha Christie
One fine morning, a scruffy young woman walks into Hercule Poirot’s life, claiming she might have committed murder. Naturally, Hercule Poirot, ever the curious detective, gets all intrigued. But then she takes a jab at his age (lol), says he’s too old for her drama, and leaves him hanging. Classic! Hercule Poirot, concerned that she’s more of a victim than a murderer, sets out to save the day... or at least solve the mystery.
So, what’s the verdict? The story wasn’t exactly a disaster, but it didn’t keep me on the edge of my seat. The usual mystery, tension, and Hercule Poirot’s brilliance are all present, but the flow of the plot? A bit of a rollercoaster. The pace was all over the place, starting slow, then picking up, then slowing down again. It’s like a mystery waiting for a murder to happen. And then, just as I was settling in, the last few chapters hit like a freight train. Intensity level: suddenly off the charts! The plot jumped in a way that felt a bit... jarring.
In the end, Third Girl didn’t exactly knock my socks off, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve read. It’s like a decent cup of tea — you’re not mad about it, but you wouldn’t exactly seek it out again.
So, what’s the verdict? The story wasn’t exactly a disaster, but it didn’t keep me on the edge of my seat. The usual mystery, tension, and Hercule Poirot’s brilliance are all present, but the flow of the plot? A bit of a rollercoaster. The pace was all over the place, starting slow, then picking up, then slowing down again. It’s like a mystery waiting for a murder to happen. And then, just as I was settling in, the last few chapters hit like a freight train. Intensity level: suddenly off the charts! The plot jumped in a way that felt a bit... jarring.
In the end, Third Girl didn’t exactly knock my socks off, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve read. It’s like a decent cup of tea — you’re not mad about it, but you wouldn’t exactly seek it out again.