As you can see I've been on a diligent Agatha Christie kick. I think that the month of November makes me want to read mysteries - must be all that grayness and rain.
“Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?”
Once again this turned out to be a re-read for me, and once again I couldn't remember anything from my first time reading. I only knew that I've read it, because it felt very familiar. About 8 years ago I read many, many of her books. I kept reading one after the other, so no wonder most of my reads now are re-reads.
“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.”
A fair warning, if you are looking for a mystery novel where Miss Marple is up to her elbows with solving crimes - this is not the book for you. Miss Marple is literally present in less than 30 pages. The book is told from a perspective of a recovering pilot, who came to a remote village with his sister for some piece and quiet. And while he is not the one who uncovers the truth behind the mystery - his train of thoughts is what leads the reader to correct assumptions. I know many people probably won't enjoy not having the famous Marple much in this book, but I actually really liked this format. It was different and quite refreshing.
This was just as good the second time around and I've picked up more on many things. It actually astonished me how many things must have went over my head the first time I was reading it. The sass in conversations, the bright feminist streak and even the sheer meanness of some of the characters.
“If you’ve been snubbed, or ignored, or frustrated, and your life’s pretty drab and empty, I suppose you get a sense of power from stabbing in the dark at people who are happy and enjoying themselves.”
I think that The Moving Finger did an excel job exposing petty corners of society - shining light on gossip and all the damage that it can do.