I’ll start this review out by saying I love Agatha Christie, her books, I grew up watching movies based on her novels. So naturally I was shocked that I had never read The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. And even more shocked that there isn’t a movie based on this book. What's up with that? IMDB’d it and nothing came up. According to the jacket cover, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is: “Poirot’s most famous case. . . Christie’s most controversial novel. . .The most talked about mystery of all time!” Really? I was expecting an explosive denouement of all denouements. We’re talking cataclysmic people, gasping for breath, oh no she didn’t, oh here go hell come type surprises. Maybe I’m jaded when it comes to whodunits. (I’m so not.) Or maybe these critics/people are overly dramatic with their assessments. Enough with my musings. Was the book good? Yes. Did it flow effortlessly and hold my attention? Yes and yes.

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was unique in that it was told in the 1st person of a Dr. Sheppard. It was interesting to see his take on the story as he goes about the village of King’s Abbot helping Hercule Poirot solve a murder . . . of guess who? I dare you to.

I’m not patting myself on the back with the following revelation, but I guessed (correctly I might add) the murderer roughly 80 or so pages in. Yes, it is true that I am a master at the game Clue, but I’m sure that my reigning title has nothing to do with my guess. Maybe if people didn’t hype this book as being shocking and twisting and controversial and oh my God you’re gonna die when with the bombshell that is the end of this novel, I wouldn’t have been thinking overtime who the killer was and just enjoyed the book in all its murderous glory.

And I’ll end this review by saying They Came to Baghdad still remains not only my favorite Agatha Christie book of all time, but one of my favorite books period. And if you’re going to read The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, as you should, enjoy it for what it is. Don’t try to guess like I did.