A later Agatha Christie, and more of a thriller than a whodunnit with even an element of a ghost story. It came up as an atypical Christie on A Good Read, and it is in part inspired by her house in Devon where we went in the Autumn, so when I saw it in a second-hand bookshop i had to grab it. Great holiday reading, but with a very weird '70s cover of a stabbed owl. Grogu got hold of the book and chewed a bit off, but as it's AC I'll keep it in the library. I feel like I'm coming up for air after being in the fug of grief for Duncan. It's still devastating and that'll never change, but I'm coping better. Putting together photos and talking to people about him has really helped. No news on the funeral yet, I hope it will be the joyous celebration of him that he would want rather than a sad occasion
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