I felt very cheated by this book. It’s one thing to have an unreliable narrator, it’s another thing for the whole book to be an unreliable narration, or to put it more bluntly, a lie.
This novel is supposed to reveal what really happened when Agatha Christie disappeared for 11 days in December 1926.
Agatha Christie comes across as a weak and naive woman for the best part of this novel, so you spend all that time wishing she’d wake up to herself and leave her bastard of a husband, Archie, who is portrayed as an impossibly awful man.
The characters were unbelievable, as was the plot.