Since I’m a sucker for 1920s and 30s detective fiction, I went out in search for a good mystery novel, preferably by Agatha Christie. Fortunately, my frequented bookstore had all the latest publications of Christie novels involving Hercule Poirot and Jane Marple. I rummaged through the bookshelves with a particular title in mind and fortunately, got hold of the only remaining copy of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.
I was very specific of the title in my search because, though I haven’t read it before, I was immediately drawn into it after reading its synopsis on Wikipedia. It’s very unfortunate (and outright shameful that I consulted Wikipedia) that I read the novel’s summary first, before getting to read the full text. The only reason why I did so was because this particular novel was labeled as Christie’s most controversial novel. As I couldn’t wait to get a copy, and because I thought I wouldn’t be able to secure one in my lifetime, I got ahead and went through the summary. After reading it, I felt rotten. I wasted a good surprise and significantly reduced my excitement level for the story. Another lesson learned the hard way.