This is a new book. Notice the name at the bottom of the cover. Sophie Hannah, herself a successful mystery writer, received permission from Christie’s estate to write this novel using both Poirot and the Christie name.
Hannah has done a good job living up to the 41 book standard, even as I felt the earth vibrate under me with a few scenes. Hannah’s sense of the 1920’s is a bit weak and Poirot does not shuffle with the same swagger. Still, it was a good read.
In all fairness, this book should only be compared with The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Christie’s first book; a first book showdown. I will at some point read Closed Casket, Hannah’s second effort.