Hilary Craven has lost everything that is dear to her and cannot contemplate life any longer. As she sets out to act on her despair, she is approached with a proposition…

I said it before and I say it again: Dame Agatha did not write good spy thrillers. This another proof of it. Although, Destination Unknown was not as outrageously bad as Passenger to Frankfurt – I mean really, not many books are as bad as that – this one was quite boring.

Maybe it was because the story was too slow paced, or maybe it was because the idea of merging Christie’s signature twee style with a supposedly hard-boiled Cold War thriller just didn’t work. Whatever the reason, I was so bored.



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