I thought the novel was no better than OK, and I could have lived my life very happily without ever having read it. I was often bored and confused by the large cast of characters and the multiple identities--I couldn't remember who was who, and eventually I didn't much care.
I liked Anne for the most part, and I enjoyed the comedy in the novel. I was offended by Anne's (and the author's) willingness to let the villain of the piece get off scot-free--if he'd been a thief or a conman, fine, but he was a murderer, and I want my fictional mysteries to end with the murderer punished, with justice being done.
Back in the day, I devoured dozens of Agatha Christie novels, one after the other--probably all of them were Poirot and Marple. When I began to know instinctively who the villain was early on, I quit reading them. This novel didn't seem anything like the Christies I vaguely remember.
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