I first read Murder on the Orient Express in junior high. It's literally the 5th thing on my list of books / stories read that I started in June 1987. So I finished it mid July 1987. I rated it 2 stars. I remember being annoyed by the monogramed handkerchief — probably because of my neighbor Vladimir. I was annoyed that I, a 13 year old going on 14 knew more about the clue than a private detective with "little grey cells" and enough success to choose his own cases.
BUT... a few years later PBS started showing the Hercule Poirot mysteries on TV. I watched them while I painted. David Suchet brought the annoying little Belgian man to life in a way to make him lovable and understandable.
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