A novel called Hercule Poirot’s Christmas that really isn’t much about Hercule Poirot having Christmas at all, other than him weighing in on his preference for central heating over fireplaces. We start by meeting a man named Stephen, a Brit from South Africa, meeting a Spanish/British woman on train to the north of England. We jump from there to an estate where an older man who made his money in diamonds in South Africa is preparing to have his whole family together for the first time […]
If a human being converses much, it is impossible for him to avoid the truth!
Hercule Poirot's Christmas by Agatha Christie
