The whole country is in a state of panic.

There is a killer on the loose, growing more confident with each successive execution – Alice Ascher in Andover, Betty Barnard in Bexhill, Sir Carmichael Clarke in Churston – laying a trail of deliberate clues to haunt the world’s greatest detective, Hercule Poirot.

Which might just be the killer’s first mistake?

A cruise down the Nile on a river steamer sounds like the perfect way to get away from it all – a luxurious retreat, miles from civilization.

But the warm and tranquil Egyptian evening is thick with hot passions and cold malice. When everyone on board has a motive, Hercule Poirot must abandon the mysteries of ancient Egypt and focus on altogether deadlier matters . . .

Poor Roger Ackroyd. He knew the woman he loved had been harbouring guilty secret. And then, yesterday, she killed herself.

But guilty secrets rarely stay secret. Who had been blackmailing her? Had it really driven her to suicide? Sadly, Roger Ackroyd wasn’t going to live long enough to find out . . .

No one believes Joyce Reynolds when she boasts she once witnessed a murder. Until, that is, she is found drowned, face down in an apple-bobbing tub. What exactly was it she saw?

Then the victim’s brother is found drowned too, and the mysteries multiply.

Hercule Poirot and Ariadne Oliver must race to get at the truth, and prevent further tragedy.

Poirot is summoned to France, but arrives too late to save his client, whose body now lies face down in a shallow grave on a golf course.

Why is the dead man wearing his son’s overcoat? And who was the intended recipient of the love-letter in the pocket?

Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned upside down by the discovery of a second, identically murdered corpse?

It was not unusual to find the sun-loving Arlena Stuart stretched out on a beach, face down. Only, on this occasion, there was no sun?she had been strangled.

Ever since her arrival, the air had been thick with sexual tension. Each of the seaside guest had a motive to kill her, including Arelena’s new husband.

But Hercule Poirot suspects that this apparent ‘crime of passion’ conceals something much more evil.

A deadly cocktail

A murder

When glamorous Marina Gregg came to live in St Mary Mead, tongues were sure to wag.

But, with a local gossip’s sudden death, has one tongue wagged a bit too much?

As the police chase false leads, and two more victims meet untimely ends, Miss Marple starts to ask her own questions.

What secrets might link a peaceful English village and a star of the silver screen?

Never underestimate Miss Marple

‘Christie’s ingenious plots and fiendish twists set the bar for all of us who follow in her footsteps.’
Ruth Ware

‘The pieces finally drop into place with a satisfying click.’
Times Literary Supplement

‘A genuine masterpiece, the first great American novel of the twenty-first century’ Elle

‘Funny, moving, generous, brutal and intelligent’ Guardian

A brilliantly perceptive and moving novel that announced Jonathan Franzen as one of our greatest living writers.

The Lamberts – Enid, Alfred and their three grown-up children – are a troubled family living in a troubled age. After fifty years as a wife and mother, Enid is ready to have some fun, but her husband Alfred is losing his mind to Parkinson’s. As his condition worsens, and the Lamberts are forced to face the long-buried secrets and failures that haunt them, Enid sets her heart on gathering everyone together for one last family Christmas.

‘Compellingly readable, funny and above all generous spirited’ Daily Mail

‘A novel of outstanding sympathy, wit, moral intelligence and pathos, a family saga told with stylistic brio and psychological and political insight’ Financial Times

‘A big-hearted, panoramic American epic, intelligent and wise but also wildly, stonkingly funny’ Independent

A ghost from the past

As soon as she moves into Hillside, Gwenda knows there’s something strange about this house.

A sealed room. A hidden door. The apparition of a young woman being strangled.

But strangest of all – this all seems quite familiar.

As her friend Jane Marple investigates, the answer seems to lie in a crime committed nearly twenty years ago.

The killer may have gotten away with murder. But Miss Marple is never far behind.

Never underestimate Miss Marple

‘Reading a perfectly plotted Agatha Christie is like crunching into a perfect apple: that pure, crisp, absolute satisfaction.’
Tana French

‘Miss Marple is spry, shrewd and compassionate.’
Sunday Telegraph