DEAD MAN'S FOLLY

The one thing that always confuses me about Agatha Christie books are the number of characters. She always puts like ten suspects in her books (actually in Ten Little Indians, there are exactly ten) and calls all the characters by their last names so you don't even feel like you know them really well. That happened a little bit in Dead Man's Folly, but not too bad. Not like, say, Murder on the Orient Express.
Anyway, the infamous Hercule Poirot (pronounced air-KYULL pwa-ROW, so I'm told...) gets invited by a murder author to kind of like a fake murder party because the author feels something bad might happen (call it a hunch... My English teacher calls it foreshadowing). You know how back in the day people used to gather at a huge estate and have a clue hunt? Well that's what they're doing. The only problem is the girl who is being paid to be the victim and lay around dead for the day in the boathouse is actually DEAD. As in DEAD dead. Now M. Poirot is doing what we call nowadays Freakin' Out because he not only didn't prevent the murder, he has no idea whodunit.
As always, it turns out to be the person you least expect it to be. And no, this is not technically a spoiler, because in Agatha Christie books, it's NEVER who you expect it to be. It's usually the person who has an airtight alibi, too.
Another thing I like about her writing is her humor. There is subtle humor and a lot of times you have to read between the lines to find it because it's supposed to be a "proper English mystery" (insert snobby English accent here). But trust me, it's there. And it's hilarious when you get it. It's like, ha! I'm laughing at the same thing people fifty years ago did!
Yep, so another good mystery. The downside? I didn't find even ONE of my English vocabulary words, DANG IT.
I'm also a little mad because the copy I have is from the thrift shop and has this totally awesome cover but I can't find a picture of it already online. Now I'm gonna have to drag out my camera... Oh well, it's worth it.