Sophie Hannah
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Sophie Hannah was born in 1971 in Manchester, England. She is a bestselling, award-winning poet. Hannah went to the University of Manchester and published her first book of poems, The Hero and the Girl Next Door, at the age of 24. In 2004 she won first prize in the Daphne Du Maurier Festival Short visa mer Story Competition for her psychological suspense story, The Octopus Nest. Hannah was recently chosen by Agatha Christie's estate to resurrect her beloved detective, Hercule Poirot. Her subsequent novel, The Monogram Murders, was published in 2014. (Bowker Author Biography) visa färre
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Verk av Sophie Hannah
How to Hold a Grudge: From Resentment to Contentment, the Power of Grudges to Transform Your Life (2019) 58 exemplar
Deadlier: 100 of the Best Crime Stories Written by Women (2017) — Redaktör; Bidragsgivare — 19 exemplar
Beauty, Hair, Style: The ultimate guide to everyday, festival, and occasion make-up looks, hair styles and dyeing, and… (2023) 1 exemplar
The Dwelling (Spilling CID #10.4) 1 exemplar
The Tennis Church 1 exemplar
The Monogram Murders | Closed Casket 1 exemplar
Bully the Blue Bear 1 exemplar
Allerlei 1 exemplar
Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot' püha öö 1 exemplar
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A Spot of Folly: Ten and a Quarter New Tales of Murder and Mayhem (2017) — Inledning, vissa utgåvor — 55 exemplar
Skald: The Short Story Collection: 6 Original Crime & Thriller Short Stories (2018) — Bidragsgivare — 7 exemplar
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- Namn enligt folkbokföringen
- Hannah, Sophie
- Födelsedag
- 1971
- Kön
- female
- Nationalitet
- UK
- Födelseort
- Manchester, Lancashire, England, UK
- Bostadsorter
- Manchester, England, UK
West Yorkshire, England, UK
Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England, UK - Utbildning
- Beaver Road Primary School, Didsbury, England, UK
University of Manchester - Yrken
- poet
novelist - Relationer
- Geras, Norman (father)
Geras, Adéle (mother) - Agent
- Peter Straus (Rogers, Coleridge and White)
- Kort biografi
- Sophie Hannah is a best-selling, award-winning poet. Her latest collection, First of the Last Chances, was chosen for the Poetry Book Society's Next Generation promotion in June 2004. She regularly performs her poetry to live audiences nationwide and abroad, and recently won first prize in the Daphne Du Maurier Festival Short Story Competition for her psychological suspense story The Octopus Nest. Little Face is her first psychological crime novel. Sophie lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and two children.
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Having read all of Agatha's novels, and most of her short stories. I began this novel with a certain amount of trepidation because only one of the previous four Sophie Hannah attempts at Poirot was anywhere near worthy of the Icon that Agatha created.
I have invoked "my rule of 60 plus". That is; When the reader has been reading for more than sixty years, and the book doesn't capture the reader in sixty pages (I gave this one almost 114 pages), then the reader is free to move on without guilt, life is short.
Agatha Christie Limited also needs to move on. Sophie Hannah is not up to the assigned task. Characters that add no value to the story, are thinly described, Page after page of fatuous dialog, with very little participation by Poirot at all, seem overtly designed to keep the reader reading in the hope of something of value. Is anyone editing these works?
Not worthy of Agatha, Poirot, or my time.
Fortunately I borrowed it from a library.… (mer)
I have invoked "my rule of 60 plus". That is; When the reader has been reading for more than sixty years, and the book doesn't capture the reader in sixty pages (I gave this one almost 114 pages), then the reader is free to move on without guilt, life is short.
Agatha Christie Limited also needs to move on. Sophie Hannah is not up to the assigned task. Characters that add no value to the story, are thinly described, Page after page of fatuous dialog, with very little participation by Poirot at all, seem overtly designed to keep the reader reading in the hope of something of value. Is anyone editing these works?
Not worthy of Agatha, Poirot, or my time.
Fortunately I borrowed it from a library.… (mer)
Hercule Poirot’s Silent Night (New Poirot #5) bySophie Hannah. This was an adequate mystery novel that I had a hard time with and it was only by reading a Poirot novel by Dame Agatha herself that I discovered the reason for my misgivings. I do not like the narrator. It is as simple as that. I do not care for Inspector Catchpool in the least and I can’t fathom as to why Poirot would put up with the man. And as the Inspector acts as narrator for our tale, I am left is a certain amount of distaste for the entire affair.
Catchpool is supposed to be an inspector with Scotland Yard. Reaching that rank means you have shown an inordinate amount of curiosity as to the things surrounding a crime, especially murder. An inspector is expected to be bold, dynamic, cagy, intelligent and perseverant in his or her duties. Catchpool appears to be none of these. I would say he was the embodiment of the “Inspector Plod” detective character who appeared so many times under so many names throughout the history of the detective novel. I would say it, but here he is out “Plodded” by the local inspector, Gerald Mackle. He manages to be worse than Catchpool by insisting on a ludicrous explanation for the murders. Together they besmirch the noble credit earned by The Yard and the British Constabulary.
Poirot and Catchpool had planned on spending Christmas of 1931 together at Poirot’s flat in London. But, before you can say voila they are whisked off by Catchpool’s mother to a country manor to solve a murder. A man named Stanley Niven as killed while in local hospital. His head was crunched via a large vase to the skull. There are three problems that need to be solved. Who did this terrible thing and why, and how without being seen. According to everyone, Mr. Niven as a jovial man without an enemy in the world. Add to that every doctor, nurse, visitor or patient on the scene swear no one entered his private room during the time he was killed making this a sort of locked room mystery.
The importance of having Poirot on the scene comes from Mrs. Catchpool’s friend, Arnold Laurier, who is due to be admitted to the same ward as the murdered man, only in the next room. His wife Vivienne and their two married sons mostly feel that Arnold, a jolly fellow himself although with a terminal illness, will be the killer’s next victim.
There is a lot of talks and abbreviated conversations (you know the kind that happens just as one person is about to say something vital, the action hinges away, usually by them saying we will talk later) and nothing much happens for the bulk of the story. The descriptions of the characters run to the minimal (tall for one, china doll-like for another, buxom for a third) to the point where you begin to think nothing these people say or do matters.
Poirot solves the case but is assisted by a gimmick that leaves him possessing information no one else has. And the placement of that information is a bit heavy handed as if the writer had no other means of giving Poirot what he needed to solve this. And the reasons for the murders are stretching the bounds of reasonability.
I found this outing rather dull for the most part followed closely by unbelievable for the closing. I can only recommend this if you are one who has to read EVERY! Poirot novel. Everyone else can skip it and be no worse for wear.… (mer)
Catchpool is supposed to be an inspector with Scotland Yard. Reaching that rank means you have shown an inordinate amount of curiosity as to the things surrounding a crime, especially murder. An inspector is expected to be bold, dynamic, cagy, intelligent and perseverant in his or her duties. Catchpool appears to be none of these. I would say he was the embodiment of the “Inspector Plod” detective character who appeared so many times under so many names throughout the history of the detective novel. I would say it, but here he is out “Plodded” by the local inspector, Gerald Mackle. He manages to be worse than Catchpool by insisting on a ludicrous explanation for the murders. Together they besmirch the noble credit earned by The Yard and the British Constabulary.
Poirot and Catchpool had planned on spending Christmas of 1931 together at Poirot’s flat in London. But, before you can say voila they are whisked off by Catchpool’s mother to a country manor to solve a murder. A man named Stanley Niven as killed while in local hospital. His head was crunched via a large vase to the skull. There are three problems that need to be solved. Who did this terrible thing and why, and how without being seen. According to everyone, Mr. Niven as a jovial man without an enemy in the world. Add to that every doctor, nurse, visitor or patient on the scene swear no one entered his private room during the time he was killed making this a sort of locked room mystery.
The importance of having Poirot on the scene comes from Mrs. Catchpool’s friend, Arnold Laurier, who is due to be admitted to the same ward as the murdered man, only in the next room. His wife Vivienne and their two married sons mostly feel that Arnold, a jolly fellow himself although with a terminal illness, will be the killer’s next victim.
There is a lot of talks and abbreviated conversations (you know the kind that happens just as one person is about to say something vital, the action hinges away, usually by them saying we will talk later) and nothing much happens for the bulk of the story. The descriptions of the characters run to the minimal (tall for one, china doll-like for another, buxom for a third) to the point where you begin to think nothing these people say or do matters.
Poirot solves the case but is assisted by a gimmick that leaves him possessing information no one else has. And the placement of that information is a bit heavy handed as if the writer had no other means of giving Poirot what he needed to solve this. And the reasons for the murders are stretching the bounds of reasonability.
I found this outing rather dull for the most part followed closely by unbelievable for the closing. I can only recommend this if you are one who has to read EVERY! Poirot novel. Everyone else can skip it and be no worse for wear.… (mer)
Inspector Catchpool is looking forward to a quiet Christmas in London with his friend Hercule Poirot but an unexpected visit from his mother seems likely to disrupt this. She is staying with a family in a house on the Norfolk Coast, the father is terminally ill and due to enter a 'hospice' ain the new Year but a recent murder there has convinced his wide that he will be murdered if he goes. Poirot is intrigued but determined to solve the mystery before Christmas.
This is the lasted in Hannah's rebooted tribute to Christie and it serves up all the well-loved elements. It is a long time since I read a Poirot story but I really enjoyed this one. It is period perfect and the story is suitably twisty. I did guess fairly early on who was the guilty party but the why was the fun part.… (mer)
This is the lasted in Hannah's rebooted tribute to Christie and it serves up all the well-loved elements. It is a long time since I read a Poirot story but I really enjoyed this one. It is period perfect and the story is suitably twisty. I did guess fairly early on who was the guilty party but the why was the fun part.… (mer)
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Assuming this COULD have been based on a true story, I rated it four stars out of five. There were some things mentioned that still don't "flow" or make total sense to me. For instance, in the beginning, Beth is wondering about her friends Flora and Lewis. Out of the blue, 12 years later, decides to make a football championship playoff a reason to "accidentally" veer off the route to go to the house where they lived last, after being cut out of their lives. Why 12 years later? What was the triggering motive? Also, at the end, when the gun is being pointed and ready to use (deliberately being vague as not to give away the ending), who do you know who is angry and intent to kill who walks around and "forgets" that he has a gun he needs to use, because he is in the middle of a rant?
I did think the ending was realistic regarding the two older children. I love happy endings and no mysteries at the end, but even though the book ended on a slightly sour note, there was a hint that it could change. And I loved Flora's daughter, Zannah. She is more astute than her daddy in knowing who her mom is and what she was capable of doing.
The book left the two characters Kevin and Yanina a mystery, but since they were not main characters to the plot, it really doesn't leave me wanting to know more about how much they knew, and if they had any evil intentions among themselves.
Not a page of this book was boring. Each time I put it down, I was ready the next time to pick up where I had left off.
… (mer)