This is Agatha Christie at her best. She's given life to a peculiar little flemish detective, Hercule Poirot, who's the main antagonist in this story.
I've read other novels by her... and The Mystery of the Blue Train may not be her best work, it's entertaining to say the least.
First, I'll explain the title. It's pretty straight forward and maybe even a bit childlike. What do we care what color train it is?
Well, the Blue Train that plays such an imminent role in this novel, was a well-known train when this novel was being written. It's not grown out to be the next Orient Express, but it was nonetheless part of general knowledge back then what this Blue Train alluded to.
The mystery itself is not very peculiar. A woman murdered, jewels missing and a handful of suspects.
Of course, as in every mystery, events have to take a few wrong turns before the solution is given.
That's why I don't like mystery novels. It's too predictable and it needs a lot of stuffing that's actually not that interesting.
I stuck with it though. Probably out of respect of Agatha Christie and her flemish creation, Hercule Poirot.
