Finished Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. What an incredible mystery plot. Much too... incredible, if you ask me. Mystery stories are always so factual compared to other stories. I much prefer stories which make you cry or scream or become angry or terribly happy. When I was reading that Poirot novel, I was merely frustrated. I kept going: "Where? Where???", "Haaaah. WHAT.", "How did he know that???" and "That's not possible." It's all very intellectually stimulating, but I much prefer those angsty, smash your heart to smithereens kind of novels.
To which I have to add that Pawn in Frankincense is the most emotionally-engaging book I have ever had the privilege to read. The ache remains. I can't get rid of it.
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