I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Meh. But probably 'meh' because I listened to the BBC Audio full cast dramatisation and it wasn't as well scripted, or whatever it is they do, than the last one, Crooked House. It was shorter, but somehow much more scattered, less cohesive.
What I can say that applies to any edition of this book is that:
1. Dumb title; there's nothing here to do with golf, except the location of the body.
2. I really can't stand Poirot. Sorry, but I just wanted to reach through the speakers and yank on his silly moustaches. Hastings doesn't come through so well here either, although that might have been how he was played in the audio; hopeless romantic falling instantly in love? Ugh.
I'm going to have to read the print book to have anything more to say, i.e. plot and characterisation. The murderer in this one totally blindsided me, but how much of that is to Christie's credit and how much because I never knew quite what was going on, I can't say.