During my late teens and early twenties, I was easily a bigger fan of Agatha Christie's works than any of my so-called peers who also fancied themselves as readers-for-pleasure (very different from the readers-for-academia, I might add.)

Death On The Nile was a book I always refrained from reading because I had already seen the 1978 film adaptation (incredible cast including Peter Ustinov as Hercule Poirot) and the film had always been satisfying enough for me. I really ought to just pick up that damn book already. I think it's been long enough. Evil Under The Sun falls into that same category for me, for the same reasons. I ought to read that too.

And Then There Were None remains my favorite of her books, and I also greatly enjoyed Cards On The Table. Highly recommended.