Reading this now.

I am loving the way she is building this one up–a few very short chapters (vignettes), just descriptions, impressions, not explaining anything yet. Love it.

Distrait: absent-minded, distracted;

“It was not annoying heartiness – just quiet well-being.” Something to aspire to. A product of inner work, which I don’t do; not in a systematic way–just not my style I guess.

“He looked at Poirot with an air of one considering some noxious insect. It was not so much his gun he looked as though he wished he had with him, as his Flit spray.”