I've read some of these stories as individual kindle books.

Some of these were stories were Poirot fails, which as a Christie and Poirot newbie, was a nice surprise.

I do fell a bit sorry for Hastings, less so for Japp. But the funny thing is - for all his old fashion appearance and quirks, Poirot tends to see woman as people whereas Hastings, at least here, sees them as something else.

I really enjoyed this short stories, because like Marple, Poirot focuses on the humanity, more than anything else.