The Queen of Crime
Frances Fyfield writes an in-praise-of-Agatha piece for the Guardian, focusing on the author's mysterious 11-day disappearance in 1926 where she simply checked into a hotel for a while and was a perfectly normal guest. I, for one, had no idea of Agatha Christie's personal life. The circumstances leading to her short retreat seem to be enough to justify anyone's wanting a holiday; and more power to her for picking up the pieces of her life, continuing to write, and then marrying a young archaeologist so she could travel the world with him. Color me impressed... where did I toss that copy of Murder on the Orient Express?