Five Little Pigs

“I am something of a magician. There are things I know without having to be told.”

Sixteen years after the murder of her father a young woman tasks Poirot with finding out the truth. Was her mother actually the murderer or has someone else been to blame all along?

I found this a clever little book with the usual twists and turns right up to the end. It was an enjoyable read, mostly, but the ‘little pigs' references did rather get on my nerves and rather detracted from the telling of the tale. Goodness knows how American readers coped when their title had absolutely nothing to do with the annoying children's ditty!

On an aside, I'm loving reading these 1970 era Fontana novels with distinctive cover art. It brings an extra level of enjoyment to hold these old pages, pre-loved by a great friend of mine, while I read these words for the first time.