Just after midnight, the famous Orient Express is stopped in its tracks by a snowdrift. By morning, the millionaire Samuel Edward Ratchett lies dead in his compartment, stabbed a dozen times, his door locked from the inside. One of his fellow passengers must be the murderer.

Isolated by the storm, detective Hercule Poirot must find the killer among a dozen of the dead man’s enemies, before the murderer decides to strike again . . .

When you dive into an Agatha Christie novel, especially when you are a fan, it’s quite natural to have expectations at it’s peak. And I hate to say that I was quite disappointed with Murder on the Orient Express.

The book started out pretty great. My favorite detective Hercule Poirot (after Sherlock Holmes,of course) is on his way back to England on the Orient Express. And on the night of the second day, millionaire Simon Ratchett is murdered.

At around the time of the murder, the train comes to a standstill due to snow fall, and hence it’s obvious that the murderer is still inside the train. The detective, along with the director of the railways and a doctor, interviews all the passengers and conductors to figure out the murderer. So far so good.

It’s a very good plot as the murder seems quite impossible and there is really less means of catching the culprit. There are twelve passengers and a conductor under suspicion, and they all could be telling the truth or lying left and right. Hence I loved the book up to halfway. But after that the story got quite predictable.  There were a number of surprises towards the end, but nothing too shocking. I found the ending quite unacceptable and absurd(strictly personal opinion), and it really lacked the Agatha Christie wow factor for me.
It’s not completely bad and hence I won’t say not to read it. Maybe for someone else, it won’t get as predictable towards the end as it did for me.

PS: I received this book in a giveaway hosted by @talekartindia and @bookwormhelly on Instagram.

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