Title: The Clocks
Author: Agatha Christie
Genre: Fiction / Mystery Pages: 221
First published: 1963
Edition: Paperback, published by Fontana in 1973
As instructed, stenographer Sheila Webb let herself into the house at 19 Wilbraham Crescent. It was then that she made a grisly discovery: the body of a dead man sprawled across the living room floor.
Let me open by saying that this is far from my favourite Agatha Christie. It is not that it is bad, but simply that she has written books that are so much better than this one.
The Clocks feels a little lazy to be honest. There are these two guys (one police, one not) that are trying to solve a mysterious (ha!) murder. Then at the end Hercule Poirot rocks up and solves the whole thing in a heartbeat. It just was not a very riveting read.
I did not hate it by any means, but it was just okay for me. None of the characters really grabbed me and beside that, this one really had trouble keeping my attention. Defnitely a little disappointing.
3 out of 7 stars