A woman is killed by a poisoned dart in the enclosed confines of a commercial passeneger plane...From seat No.9, Hercule Poirot was ideally placed to observe his fellow air passengers. Over to his right sat a pretty young woman, clearly infatuated with the man opposite; ahead, in seat No.13, sat a Countess with a poorly-concealed cocaine habit; across the gangway in seat No.8, a detective writer was being troubled by an aggressive wasp. What Poirot did not yet realize was that behind him, in seat No.2, sat the slumped, lifeless body of a woman. (from Amazon)
So this is that book from that one Doctor Who episode, and that was basically all I could think about while I was reading it. Unfortunately, no giant alien wasps feature in this Poirot mystery.1
The best thing about Death in the Clouds2 was, of course, the characters. Not Poirot, because he still annoys me, but his temporary sidekick3 was lots of fun and there’s some fun stuff with a mystery writer getting into trouble.
The mystery: so many red herrings in this book, yo! I was sure I’d found the murderer early on, but of course it’s never that easy with an Agatha Christie book. The lead up to the reveal was a lot of fun, and even then I wasn’t expecting the ending. The murderer did an evil transformation thing (which was ridiculous), but it didn’t detract too much from the story, so it’s cool.
All in all, not my very favorite Christie book ever, but it was still an enjoyable read.
Read: August 13, 2013