By the Prickings of My Thumbs

There's this nice little coffee shop close to uni where they have a windowsill full of used books. I went there to reread some of the Korean texts that we did in class. It's a really mellow place, except for one thing, and that's the noise level. Not only the people - and there's always, always one person who's really loud -, but also the music. Anyway, after a while I got sick of the texts and decided to pick a random book from the sill and give it a go.

I grabbed a paperback, an old novel by Agatha Christie, the queen of crime. She has sixty-six novels and fifteen short story collections. Apparently, hers are the third most widely published books in the world, after the ones by Shakespeare and, the Bible. The edition that I picked up today was published in 1969, and originally sold for two pounds fifty. I liked the description of the characters, but all in all I think it's not exactly my kind of story.