I’m currently reading a classic Christie. The first time I read it was probably 15 years ago. So I can safely say that the only thing I remember is that I loved it. I’m about a third of the way through and it’s starting to get really intricate. I’m beginning to doubt the main character’s new friend. It’s better this time around, especially since I’m old enough to appreciate that other funny business. But, that’s all for now. Until I can get back to it tomorrow, I’ll be mulling this plot over.