Hercule Poirot's Silent Night

I was doubtful whether another author would be able to do Monsieur Poirot justice, but I was pleasantly surprised by Ms. Hannah's story.

While reading Hannah's works, the question is always — where do I stop and think.

I think that when and if she will produce the next "new Poirot mystery" book, I shall read it all the way till Poirot assembles people in the room to reveal the name of the culprit and start thinking then.

Painful reiteration of the acting characters that occupied the first third of the book was so non-succinct, it felt like gasps a filler.