Just like every other Agatha Christie book I have read so far, Death On The Nile is another intelligent, masterfully-crafted murder mystery with excellent character development and lush descriptions. But this time, it’s set against the exotic backdrop of the beautiful Egypt as we cruise down the River Nile with the always impressive Hercule Poirot.

Christie brilliantly draws you into this compelling and complex whodunnit with an unpredictable mystery and enigmatic set of characters. Although I suppose your enjoyment of this book will depend on whether you like Poirot or not, but I love him probably just as much as he loves himself.

He may be a little arrogant, but he has a certain charm about him, too. You know he’s going to pull something clever out of nowhere at the very end to reveal a truth that was right in front of you the whole time, but what I enjoyed so much about this story was that Christie hides the lies and secrets so well. They take you by surprise, but they never come across as unbelievable or impossible.

Everything is detailed and developed so incredibly well that it’s just about fitting together a puzzle that only Poirot can complete. And while the twists are impossible to see in plain sight, it’s still an easy mystery to follow and enjoy.

Nobody can write a murder mystery like Agatha Christie. Her books always become an instant favourite of mine, and this is certainly one of them.