At last, one of the few books that has stayed the longest in my TBR list has now been completed, and it is delightful! There’s something mysterious, glamourous and oddly exciting about the mystical Orient Express, tinged with a whiff of legend. I’ve been enamoured with the Orient Express since my youth. An impossible escape and adventure, so far and so very different from the confines of KL.
So as one of the most famous Christie novels, I’m actually quite puzzled as to why it took me so long to get around to this. But I finally did, and it was very satisfying indeed. It’s different from a Arthur Conan Doyle story – one could almost imagine Holmes scoffing at Poirot’s multiple interviews with the same characters during the course of the day. But the puzzle was solved and solved well, so I’m happy.
The original proprietors of the Orient Express as it was known in the late 1800s is not more, and is now replaced by another firm who has taken over the legendary name. Everything is modern now, the coaches upgraded and stuff, and the journey has changed somewhat, but it’s still our era’s Orient Express. I fancy taking a trip with that sometime in hopefully not too distant a future.