Although I have read it before, of course I don't remember the ending. It was a great way to jump back into the Christie books and the mystery genre in general. Obviously she's the best.
In classic Christie fashion, no one is who they seem, the murder takes place in a room locked from the inside, and Poirot needs nothing but his little gray cells to solve the case.
In this story, Poirot is on a train, full of people in a typically low travel time. He barely finds a room on-board. A snow storm stops the train in its tracks and the scene is set for a murder. The list of suspects is confined to the passengers. The clues lead to everyone and no one. Confusion abounds and the snow is melting. Poirot must think fast.
So much fun, I read the other two novels in this beautiful edition!
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