Usually the books that do not feature Poirot or Miss Marple are much more adventurous than the others. Wherever there are amateurs at work, the stories are a lot more interesting. The plots do not consist mainly of interviews and the putting together of clues and people's evidence, but there is much more action. However, when I read this book I was clearly disappointed. A girl fails to commit suicide and then assumes the identity of a dead woman in order to uncover some mystery. Yet the story drags on, becomes ever more absurd and you cannot help wondering why this is called a crime novel if, although you have read so much already, there is still no murder. And you ask yourself whether, considering how boring it is to continue reading, you will arrive at a scene of a murder at all.
I really am a great Christie-fan, and have already read about 40 of her novels, but this one was just plain boring and absurd. I would not recommend it to anyone, but advise all fans to chose other Chrisie-novels.