The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

I'm re-re-re-reading my Agatha Christie collection.
Very many very old paperbacks, perfect for the train.
The paper has turned so yellowish, I was asked several times from strangers what in the world I was reading.

Had to read the final pages while dinner was cooking - so exciting! - couldn't wait until tomorrow morning (one could think I had no idea about the murderer).

And yes, I mistreat my paperbacks with dog-ears. Actually with donkey-ears, that's what they are called here (Eselsohren).

19:10; 10°C