
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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