For the forty-third book, I read Lord Edgeware Dies (Poirot #9) by Agatha Christie. They could also have called it, “don’t tell people you’re going to kill your husband who won’t divorce you because he’s a douchebag, just in case somebody murders him in the face.” I suppose the proper title is a bit less cumbersome.
So, spoiler alert – somebody kills Lord Edgeware. There are a lot of suspects, because the dude was an enormous asshole. It’s up to the little Belgian detective to sort out the murderer from the pool of suspects, and kinda zing Hastings a few times for being an average joe.
Christie does her usual fantastic job of understanding people and motives, and I gave this book 4 out of 5 stars.