![]() My detective set-up includes hot cocoa, detective notebook, and (not pictured) little grey cells! Which only goes to show me that in the world of Poirot, I’m more likely to be the ‘hysterical’ woman in need of a nurse than the level-headed nurse herself. ![]() Nurse Leatheran had a much more rational response to the incident, and a matter-of-fact explanation for it. Seriously: a chill ran down my spine, and I clutched my poor cat for comfort. ![]() The simple phrase “I have arrived” made me jump. Here’s a reveal! There’s a reveal! And oh my god, I can’t believe this was just revealed!!! There was a chapter where Mrs Leidner was telling Nurse Leatheran about some experiences she’d had, and I was gasping as if I were watching things unfold in a theatre. My Kindle copy had highlights galore, and the notes in my detective notebook were filled with clusters of exclamation points. ![]() The whole thing was making her extra jumpy, and Dr Leidner hoped Nurse Leatheran - who is also our narrator - can help with her nerves. Mrs Leidner has been having a tough time - she’s been hearing odd noises like scratching on the walls, and seeing stuff like, once, a creepy face at her window. The premise is delightfully spooky: archaeologist Dr Leidner hires a nurse to care for his wife while she accompanied his team on a dig in Mesopotamia. ![]() I started reading it late one Saturday evening, and had to tear myself away about a third of the way in because it was getting close to midnight and I wanted to sleep, but also, I COULDN’T PUT THE BOOK DOWN! ![]()
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