The ABC Murders, by Agatha Christie

My first e-book! I read this on my awesome new Kindle-fire, which I love more than words can say. I chose to read an Agatha Christie first, to combine the familiar with the new, and it was a match made in heaven. Great classic Christie, amazing new format. so cool.

Endless Night, by Agatha Christie

Rather creepy Agatha Christie stand-alone.

The Patriotic Murders, by Agatha Christie

Pretty good Agatha Christie, a Poirot one with diplomatic complications with the evocative fictional Ruritania.

The Murder on the Links, by Agatha Christie

Solid Hercule Poirot mystery.

Elephants Can Remember, by Agatha Christie

Not one of Christie's best Poirot mysteries, and it included the bizarrely addled Ariadne Oliver, who rarely improves a book.

Crooked House, by Agatha Christie

Fantastic Agatha Christie, and one that is apparently to become a new movie, according to The Independent.

The Body in the Library, by Agatha Christie

Solid Miss Marple, solving a clever and fiendish crime that left, in the best tradition of mystery novels, a body in the library of a stately home.

Toward Zero, by Agatha Christie

Beautifully plotted Agatha Christie. I had read it before, but not in years, so it was a nice find.

The Secret Adversary, by Agatha Christie

Fantastic book, of course, but this was a TERRIBLE edition- footnotes all over the place translating (wrongly) English to American English in the most obnoxious, insulting (to both sides!) and wrong way possible. Bizarre.

The Unexpected Guest, by Agatha Christie

She is perfection.

Easy to Kill and Sleeping Murder, by Agatha Christie

Another two fantastic Agatha Christies that I haven't read in ages, so don't judge me! I love Agatha Christie, and, most importantly, I own these paperbacks, and read them in the bath, and find them incredibly soothing.
Sleeping Murder, an odd rather real-estate-porn-y one for her, turned out to be the last Miss Marple book Christie wrote, and Easy to Kill is an especially fun one, as it has neither Miss Marple or Poirot, so it's up to the hero and heroine (both very attractive and unfortunately dim) to save themselves.

Murder at the Vicarage, by Agatha Christie

Fantastic Agatha Christie, with Miss Marple.

Poirot Investigates, by Agatha Christie

Collection of 11 short Poirot mysteries, which I hadn't read before, and thoroughly enjoyed.

Five Little Pigs, by Agatha Christie

Classic Agatha Christie. Poirot is consulted by Carla Lemarchant, who is worried about the story that her mother killed her father, the artist Amyas Crale. Poirot investigates, twirls his moustaches, etc, and it is lovely. I adore Agatha Christie.

Ordeal by Innocence, by Agatha Christie

I had thought that I hadn't read this, but about 5 pages in I realized that I had. Still, it was lovely to read an Agatha Christie that was a little unfamiliar!

Cat Among the Pigeons, by Agatha Christie

Bath book, re-read.

Oh, Agatha Christie, you are so good. I've read it before, and knew 'who done it' but still enjoyed it again, and how many mysteries can you say that about? Love the school setting- reminds me of Mallory Towers from Enid Blyton. Love Julia Upjohn. Love Poirot.

I am just filled with love about it all, aren't I?

The Man In The Brown Suit

Fantastic mystery. I've definitely read it before, but it ws such a treat to reread this one, because I had totally forgotten all the who-done-its.

Astonishing book, really- the heroine (in 1922!) (book published in 1924) makes her way to South Africa on her own, using all that is left of a small inheritace from her anthropoligist father, and upon getting to South Africa, promptly involves herself in all sorts of fun and frisky intrigue, up to and well beyond the point of social acceptability. She even surfs!

This is the kind of thing that makes me wish that English majors didn't focus so much on the "good" writers- like that bloody Virginia Woolf or that godawful Gertrude Stein. I mean, you want feminist literature from the 1920's? Look at Agatha Christie. Seriously- her female characters kick 40 kinds of ass, and there's no wan pining for "A Room with A View" from them- they go off to find a view, and if there isn't one, I bet they'd knock a hole in the wall to make one. And no "A rose is a rose is a rose" idiocy either. I do loathe that kind of pretentious crap. I do indeed.

Toast to Agatha Christie! (Who, may I point out, spent ages mucking about in what is now Iraq on archaeological digs at all the Tells. Nice going, girl!)