Miss Marple
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A murder is announced and will take place on Friday, October 29th, at Little Paddocks at 6.30 p.m. Friends please accept this, the only intimation.
(Page 5)
A very interesting novel which intriguing premise is not disappointed. Miss Marple is in her best shape, she shields herself from the praise of the police, but then she's more confident than ever in cataloguing human nature. Furthermore, it's always nice to guess the murderer, even if obviously I didn't understand a lot of things, including, for example, the motive. Truly a very satisfying read!
Quotes
Between 7.30 and 8.30 every morning except Sundays, Johnnie Butt made the round of the village of Chipping Cleghorn on his bicycle, whistling vociferously through his teeth, and alighting at each house or cottage to shove through the letterbox such morning papers as had been ordered by the occupants of the house in question from Mr Totman, stationer, of the High Street.
[incipit]
She’s just the finest detective God ever made. Natural genius cultivated in a suitable soil.
Sir Henry Clithering
(Page 42)
I’m afraid that I have a tendency always to believe the worst. Not a nice trait. But so often justified by subsequent events.
Miss Marple
(Page 101)
Because people like living, don’t they? So do flies. Even if you’re old and in pain and can just crawl out in the sun. Julian says those people like living even more than young strong people do. It’s harder, he says, for them to die, the struggle’s greater. I like living myself—not just being happy and enjoying myself and having a good time. I mean living—waking up and feeling, all over me, that I’m there—ticking over.
Bunch
(Page 173)
One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone. I have nephews and nieces and kind friends—but there’s no one who knew me as a young girl—no one who belongs to the old days. I’ve been alone for quite a long time now.
Miss Marple
(Page 206)
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