This novel follows an investigation led by Hercule Poirot, the infamously vain yet brilliant private detective. His case begins when a remarkably unpleasant woman, Mrs. Boynton, is found dead on her vacation to Jerusalem. Poirot investigates in his psychological manner. The novel starts with the events, and then it goes through the suspects’ interviews. Ultimately, Poirot discovers the culprit accompanied by the beautiful doctor Sarah King. As it turns out, you cannot sympathise with all victims…

I found the book to be stimulating, although it was not a “page-turner.” The characters were diverse, though they were somewhat two-dimensional. I enjoyed the plot. As always, Christie’s use of red herrings and manipulating motives makes the culprit impossible to find until all are called together, and the detective explains. I found that there were strong female characters in this novel, remarkably forward for being written in 1938; and I feel that many people could enjoy it. Fans of Christie would not be disappointed, nor would anyone just straying by and picking it up.  

However, I would say there are better novels by Agatha Christie out there.  Including but not limited to: Murder on the Orient, And Then There Were None, and ABC Murders.