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reesepective 's review for:
Cat Among the Pigeons
by Agatha Christie
Okay, so here’s the deal: the story kicks off with a revolution in a fictional Arab country and some hidden fortune being smuggled—sounds thrilling, right? But then, the plot kind of takes a sharp turn and we’re suddenly deep into the affairs of a posh Girls’ School in England where three murders take place. Cue Hercule Poirot… well, not quite yet. I’ll give credit where it’s due, though—being the astute reader I am, I guessed the murders had something to do with the fortune, and—ta-da!—I was right. Go me.
But, oh boy, this book was weird for a Hercule Poirot novel. I mean, Hercule Poirot didn’t even show up until page 200-ish of a 300-page book. It’s like Agatha Christie got halfway through and was like, “Hmm, I guess I should probably put Hercule Poirot in this at some point… can’t leave him out!” It honestly felt more like an ensemble mystery story than a Hercule Poirot-centered one, and his late entrance did more to mess up the flow than help. I mean, by the time he waltzed in with his shiny little grey cells, there were already people on the case who were doing just fine without him.
Despite Hercule Poirot’s legendary status, his late appearance just didn’t add much, and honestly, I think the other characters—like the police detective, the special branch official, and a surprisingly sharp student—had everything covered. It’s like Agatha Christie felt guilty leaving him out, so she gave him a quick cameo just to wrap things up.
And yet, even though the story didn’t exactly have me on the edge of my seat and Hercule Poirot’s late entry felt off, it’s still Agatha Christie. That mysterious magic she brings to her books? Yeah, it still worked, and I kept turning the pages. The plot wasn’t earth-shattering, but it had that subtle, sneaky charm that keeps you reading even when things are a little slow.
So, would I recommend it? If you’re a Hercule Poirot die-hard, maybe skip this one unless you want to see what happens when Agatha Christie gets a bit experimental. If you’re in for an average Agatha Christie mystery, it still scratches that itch.
But, oh boy, this book was weird for a Hercule Poirot novel. I mean, Hercule Poirot didn’t even show up until page 200-ish of a 300-page book. It’s like Agatha Christie got halfway through and was like, “Hmm, I guess I should probably put Hercule Poirot in this at some point… can’t leave him out!” It honestly felt more like an ensemble mystery story than a Hercule Poirot-centered one, and his late entrance did more to mess up the flow than help. I mean, by the time he waltzed in with his shiny little grey cells, there were already people on the case who were doing just fine without him.
Despite Hercule Poirot’s legendary status, his late appearance just didn’t add much, and honestly, I think the other characters—like the police detective, the special branch official, and a surprisingly sharp student—had everything covered. It’s like Agatha Christie felt guilty leaving him out, so she gave him a quick cameo just to wrap things up.
And yet, even though the story didn’t exactly have me on the edge of my seat and Hercule Poirot’s late entry felt off, it’s still Agatha Christie. That mysterious magic she brings to her books? Yeah, it still worked, and I kept turning the pages. The plot wasn’t earth-shattering, but it had that subtle, sneaky charm that keeps you reading even when things are a little slow.
So, would I recommend it? If you’re a Hercule Poirot die-hard, maybe skip this one unless you want to see what happens when Agatha Christie gets a bit experimental. If you’re in for an average Agatha Christie mystery, it still scratches that itch.