Miss Marple, you saucy minx. Here's where it all began. But not really, because I'm sure you've been solving crimes long before this story.

We journey to St Mary Mead, the most dangerous small town ever (after Hamish's Lochdubh, of course). We have a murder (gasp!) at the vicarage (shriek!). Very distressing, and everyone seems to be a suspect. We get red herrings like you would expect from my gal Agatha. She's the master of suspense, yo. What's in the suitcase? Who killed the Colonel? Who is having an affair, and who just wants to? And why is no one listening to Miss Marple?

To answer these and other important questions, grab a copy of this book and move to St Mary Mead. But watch your back, folks. It's dangerous out there. Also, don't drink the tea. It might be poisoned. 3 stars.