Lymstock is much like any other English village. Those that live there enjoy the peace of rural life until a series of poison pen letters destroy the safety they took for granted. When one villager commits suicide and another is murdered, the village is plunged into suspicion and terror. Once a village of trust, now all inhabitants are on the brink of accusations. Who could be writing the letters and why? Perhaps Miss Marple might be of help...This is a really good story. However, it seems more like a romance than a mystery. I like it though. This story had a different flow to it—I guess it’s because I’ve read mainly Poirot mysteries with him being the central focus; knowing what he sees what he doesn’t see and especially, most of what he’s thinking. While in this story Miss Marple’s character isn’t even in the foreground we’re not sure what she sees or what she’s thinking until the very end when she reveals all. Instead it is the visitors of Lymstock who notices all but isn’t too intrigued by the goings on of the sleepy town. In a way it’s a case of the stranger visiting a household seeing what the family doesn’t want to or just truly isn’t seeing. In the end The Moving Finger was a good story but it probably wouldn’t be fave among Agatha Christie’s books.
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