Third Girl - Agatha Christie

Parts of this are very good. I enjoy Poirot's dry wit and Ariadne's blustering slapstick and the carefully nuanced descriptions of people's characters.


Unfortunately, about a third of it is clumsy plot exposition that even Hugh Fraser's narration can't save.


Add to that the deeply conservative attitudes towards gender and mental health and I feel as though I'm dipping blindly into a box of Bertie Bott's Evey Flavour Beans: I might get something that makes me smile or something that makes me want to wash the taste away.