Simple language, yet working your imagination as if her hero, Hercule Poirot, and you, were one.
She really ignites your wanderlust since, After Death on the Nile, I’m dying to put a mosquito net around my bed, not to mention locating a camel I could take a spin on. Yes, good writing does that, it influences right down to that silk chemise worn under a chic custom-made safari jacket fitted tight around the waist perfect for the Orient Express, which brings me to…
Peckish, a word she uses often when Monsieur Poirot gets cranky because he simply needs a snack.
Never hearing it before, naturally looked it up.
A British adjective meaning, just plain hungry.
Instead of saying, hey, I’m starved, one could say, at least across the Channel, I am absolutely peckish. Or your comrade can remark, gee, maybe we should eat, since you’re looking rather peckish suddenly.
Does Camilla ever say that to Prince Charles I wonder…Da-ling, you’re looking a bit peckish this morning but do give us a kiss….
pale, wan, weak, you know—peckish.
To be ravenous, empty, hollow and faint. Famished, aching, unfilled and my personal favorite—able to eat a horse.
Now that’s what I call hungry.