#deathintheclouds

Having just gotten home from vacation I can gladly say I did not experience Death in the Clouds, but guess who did? 

Oh, you silly goose, I can’t tell you. That’d ruin it!

Death in the Clouds was a breath of fresh air (no pun intended). It actually ranks surprisingly high in the ongoing list I’ve got going for one of Christie’s less famous works. It’s got drama. It’s got fashion. It’s got romance. It’s got France. What more could you want? A particularly unique method and distraction mechanism, that’s what! 

This book is one of the greats when it comes to the old trope of that one clue that just doesn’t fit, throwing the whole case off. The blowpipe and the wasp on the airplane befuddle even Papa Poirot, who does much of his solving behind the scenes here. Poirot does some of his most thorough and solid detective work in this novel, really digging in on the ground to figure out what happened in the sky. The solution was also one of those where the actual thing itself is not surprising, but the characters involved sure are. This was one where I audibly gasped for the first time in a long time. 

To tell you the truth I might come back and edit this review because (cough cough just got back from vacation) my brain is foggy and I don’t feel I’m doing this book justice. Just...it’s really good, you guys. Read it. Please.