For the twenty-sixth book of the challenge, I read <a href=”http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16349.Hercule_Poirot_s_Christmas” target=”new”>Hercule Poirot’s Christmas</a>, by Agatha Christie.
What happens when a dysfunctional family gets together at the house of their elderly, invalided, gleefully abusive patriarch for the holidays? It’s not caroling, that’s for damn sure. Simon Lee knows very well he has a target painted on his back, but he isn’t going out without one last emotionally scarring hurrah to torture his adult children before they claw at his money. When the victim is such a solidly, massive douche-canoe, it’s hard to feel like his murderer should be found out at all. Trouble is, nobody can figure out how the crime was committed.
I gave it four out of five stars. Pretty good, although I did actually figure it out before the end. That’s more of a surprise than a criticism.