The opening chapters of this book are so vivid that in my ind’s eye I see it happening.
I see David Suchet bustling and hear him deliver the words. I see his very special walk – such a distinctive gait – and take off his hat and coat.
It is perhaps because i have seen Suchet’s TV performance portrayal so often that he comes to mind, but still my imagination visualises him throughout the story as the character of Hercule Poirot. The mannerisms he used are mentioned in the story and sonthe echoes remain.
I cannot say the same of the chapters ‘written’ by the detective. He slips back into the background even though he is half the book.
I found the story very entertaining – better in my mind than the original stories even though they are intended to ‘copy’ her style. More amusing and more accessible. I still didn’t get the answer though – as just in the original Christie books there are masses of red herrings to mislead you!
Oh and the Windowpane cake is really a Battenberg so a very well known recipe, so little chance of it being stolen.
I suspect that without David Suchet the story would not have been so appealing but as he is one of my favourite actors…