Read: 2 Mar 2017
Finished: 4 Mar 2017
Before Poirot begins his journey on the Orient Express, he is approached by an American named Ratchett, who believes that there is someone who plans to murder him. Despite politely declining the request, Poirot inevitably ends up investigating Ratchett’s death when he was found dead with multiple stab wounds in his cabin on the Orient Express. Without any other evidence but a scrap of paper, Poirot’s tasked with finding out the reason to Ratchett’s death and his real identity before he can establish which of his fellow passengers was the murderer.
As I traveled alongside Poirot in the pages, I couldn’t help but feel like I was his sidekick. I found myself re-reading certain character profiles and trying to conclude who did the deed; only to be unsure when another new twist pops up. Christie’s genius way of masking the killer till the very last pages of the book made me appreciate her thought process even more. I also admire the way she made her characters relevant to the story at hand. Not one character is overshadowed nor given more background than the other. Each was as colorful and memorable as the next.
Murder on the Orient Express is an acutely constructed genius of a mystery that is definitely a must-read for mystery fans. Now I simply cannot wait until the film comes out this November!