Here lies the end of Jane Marple. (Don't worry, she doesn't actually die, you know.) She had a good run! And a book of short stories...

I hope you're not getting bored of reading about Agatha Christie novels. I certainly am not getting bored of reading them! I'm even ...

There's no question that this is my least favorite Miss Marple book. Not like I hated it or anything, but if I were to rank them, this o...

Bertram's Hotel is tucked away in a quiet corner of London. It's so utterly proper and demurely luxurious, beautifully restored, wit...

This one was like a season of White Lotus, with the ritzy tropical resort as a backdrop and murder in the foreground. Miss Marple's thou...

A glamorous movie star moves to St Mary Mead (into Colonel and Mrs Bantry's old house, no less!) and the village is starstruck. But on t...

“I,” Sam said, “am married to an Agatha Christie addict.” Why, yes, Sam, I believe you are.  Unfortunately as I write this it is two weeks a...

Are you tired of Miss Marple yet? Unfortunately I gotta say sorry not sorry. At this point, reading these books falls somewhere between comp...

Funny, I was sure I’d read this one before, and by page 24—it was the line “her head kept its eager birdlike tilt” together with the titular...

Don’t mind me, I’m just over here bingeing the Dame.  I don’t think I’d read this one before. It's the one where the local newspaper ann...

On to the fourth of fourteen Miss Marple books. Although, oddly, Miss Marple was hardly in it! She didn't even appear until page 175 (ou...

To balance out the current glut of Agatha Christie, I'm actually in the middle of reading several other books and have just finished thi...