![]() ![]() I didn’t even glance at my phone once in all that time – and loath as I am to admit it, that is a very big deal for me. The first Poirot novel, the blurb made it sound like Downton Abbey meets Sherlock Holmes. I decided I wanted to read a mystery, but wasn’t in the mood for gore and tragedy, so I downloaded The Mysterious Affair at Styles to my Kindle. Romance novels helped with my depression, but they didn’t do much for my anxiety – and at the time, I was feeling cranky enough that the idea of happily ever after irritated more than cheered me. But I remember vividly when I first realized that Christie’s novels helped me calm down when it flared up: I was still a student, sick in bed, and worrying about my finances and upcoming finals. It doesn’t really matter: I read them when my age was in single digits, and my anxiety had not yet reared its head. I don’t remember exactly which was my first Christie – I do know it was either The Murder of Roger Ackroyd or Peril at End House. By signing up you agree to our terms of use It Forces My Brain to Slow Down Thank you for signing up! Keep an eye on your inbox. ![]()
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