Evil under de sun {Book}

As I’ve told too many times, Agatha Christie is much more than “Murder on the Orient Express” and “And then there were none”. Yeap, much more. I feel very sorry for those people who say that they know Agatha Christie just because they’ve read these two or three books which are utmost recommended in every list on the internet but they, actually, didn’t read any more of Agatha’s books.

So, that’s why today I’m going to try you. I’m here presenting this another and unadmired book by this fantastic author of which I never get tired. Evil under the sun is another book to consider. 

Hercules Poirot’s adventures are always worthy to read, in fact, they are funnier when his faithful friend Hasting is with this detective. I find great pleasure in reading them. Hercule Poirot makes me laugh, he makes me think. Obviously, Agatha’s feather is keen and I like its wit.

I enjoyed the beginning of this book more than its end. This is like this because I saw the tv adaptation by David Suchet and I knew who was the bad guy, but I didn’t remember the beginning so that’s why I paid much attention to the start. So I liked how Agatha developed the story and how unfolded the tense before and after committing the crime.

It feels the tense of the conversations amongst women and their jealousy and how nervous were the men. Everything because of one single character named Arlena Stuart. Everything because of her beauty, nor because of her intelligent but for the way she made everyone turns their heads back.

Hercule Poirot is on the beach with his impolite white suit and his ridiculous hat when everyone is wearing swimming clothes. It’s pretty funny how he, supposedly, doesn’t sweat any drop.

Too many people would tell you that Agatha’s books are all the same but with different corpses and murderers, as for me? If you asked me I’d tell you that I enjoy all of them so far and I’ve read around 30.

No one should tell you more about the plot for they are so simple and someone could spoil it to you. I’ll tell you the plot of all of her books.

There’s a murder and there’s someone to investigating and in the end, the bad guy is found it. Stop.

That’s all. 

If you like it, well, if you don’t then don’t start any book by Agatha or they’d let you down and you’d blame these fantastic books.  

She faced him, alert and vigilant. But the question that came was an unexpected one:"When you came in to change for tennis that morning, did you have a bath?"Rosamund stared at him:"A bath? What do you mean?"