Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Let Me Stab My Eyes, Please

I hate to be so dramatic, but this is truly how I felt for the majority of reading Agatha Christie's murder mystery Hercule Poirot's Christmas. The writing style was much lacking and I was so tired of reading "So-an-so said" when it should have been obvious and unnecessary to point it out.
As most murder mysteries, there is too much that is only exposed at the end. It is implausible and unrealistic, but even at that, it wasn't enjoyable.
This is one of the worst books I have read in some time. Sorry dear Ms. Christie, you are just not my style.

Vanity Fair

There is so much to this book. It's an entertaining story of the lives of two women and their rises and falls in English society. There is so much true human perspective penned in these pages that it is hard not to contemplate the ways in which we can all do better or where we have fallen into those vices before.
Without being a preaching, moral shouting novel, we can still get the drift that society is not always true to form and that all humans have failings. Although Mr. Thackeray may have written a novel "without a hero," we are exposed to the truth that even those we may aspire to make our heroes have failings that must be accounted for.
Definitely a book I would recommend to others and will be putting on my own shelves.