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Hercule Poirot, the celebrated detective with a keen eye for detail and an unparalleled knack for deduction, is called to untangle the perplexing clues left in Shaitana's wake. With his characteristic wit and psychological insight, he delves into the psyche of each suspect, uncovering layers of intrigue and betrayal. The bridge game becomes more than a mere pastime; it transforms into a crucial link to unraveling the motives behind the murder.
As Poirot carefully navigates the intricate dynamics of the group, he confronts not only the truth of Shaitana's tragic end but also the complexities of human nature. With every turn of events, suspense builds, culminating in a revelation that challenges perceptions of guilt and innocence, leaving readers questioning how far one might go in the name of vengeance or justice.
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This one left me torn. I gave it 3 stars, though I debated giving it just 2. The premise was promising—four suspects, one of them a killer, and four sleuths to analyze it all. But it took me a while to get engaged, and the ending didn’t sit right with me.<spoiler>The last 100 pages built a case around Anne Meredith... only for the final 10 pages to say, “Surprise! It was Dr. Roberts all along!” Poirot explains it all (of course), and the doctor confesses, but it felt too convenient. Like a sudden deus ex machina with no real evidence to back it.</spoiler>That said, Poirot and Miss Oliver were the highlights—Poirot is always a treat. Their charm and sharpness kept me going. And that final line? I admit, it made me smile. Also, I found the side plot between Anne, Rhoda, and Major Despard way more interesting than the main mystery.Not my favorite Christie, but not a total loss either.
Es de los que más me han gustado? Pues no. No sé si por todo el rollo del bridge o por sus personajes. No obstante, me ha interesado mucho todo el tema del análisis psicológico que se les hace sólo por como juegan sus partidas. Resaltar que los giros inesperados del final, no me parecieron tan inesperados, más bien sentí que la autora sólo había intentado marear con quien podría ser la persona que cometió el asesinato