In short, I recommend this book to anyone who has enjoyed Agatha Christie and is looking for something new. She struggles with the knowledge that has been thrust upon her and tries to deal with it as well as possible. She is not a deus ex machina like Poirot (Christie), who watches from the sidelines and steps in at the end, but a very human detective, who cares for and is involved in the girls lives. What I enjoyed most about the novel is that Miss Pym does not only solve the crime, she also tries to ‘fix’ it. If you allow this book to draw you into the story, it will provide you with a number of very rich plots, sub plots and character details. Tey only slowly unveils the bitter competitiveness that underlies the gay chatter of the girls, thus allowing it to creep under your skin before you know it is there. The story bubbles on happily, almost like a St.

She is pressed by her enthusiastic listeners to stay a little longer and enjoy the fresh countryside air. Miss Pym gives a guest lecture at a girls PE college because she he has – much to her own surprise – written a best-selling book on psychology. Over the course of the previous year I have read my way through my grandfather’s collection of Agatha Christie novels (though I haven’t blogged about them at all, foei) and after having finished the last one a few weeks ago, I asked him to recommend me something else. Does her act of compassion precipitate a fatal accident – or murder? Most early 20th century detective novels go something like this: a dead person – a detective – several interviews and red herrings – the detective has a small crisis – more interviews – the detective solves the crime – hurray! NOT THIS ONE.Ī guest lecturer at a college for women, new author Miss Pym becomes involved in a question of cheating during final exams.

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