My Love of Agatha Christie
Agatha and I go back a long way. As a child, my grandmother was an avid reader of her novels and when I went to the library to change my gran's books for her, I was often asked to pick up an Agatha Christie or two. So it was that I became familiar with many of her titles and the covers of the Fontana paperback editions of her books (there were the odd Crime Club editions as well). We also went to watch film versions of Murder on the Orient Express, Evil Under the Sun and Endless Night. I was absolutely scared stiff and remember having difficulty going to sleep afterwards! We would watch television adaptations of Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot as a family. No one answered the phone and any visitors at the door were viewed with impatient disdain. During the adverts, someone would rush out and make a cup of tea and then rush back, often asking frantically 'What did I miss? Did I miss anything?' The first Christie I read ...