To put it simply: this is the creepiest book I’ve ever read. But I loved it.
And to put it not-so-simply:
I’m not much of a mystery reader, and I really don’t know why. Because I always enjoy them (even when I want to make sure all the lights are on and glance over my shoulder every five seconds), and Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None was no exception. It was very creepy. Much creepier than her other novel I read, Murder on the Orient Express (that I also enjoyed).
For a bit of a summary:
10 people are lured to a mysterious island, and one by one they begin to die, counting down and following a nursery rhyme.
Honestly, the nursery rhyme is what made it scary. I know that original fairy tales and the like really aren’t kid friendly, but all the same, the whole thing about the soldier boys and all the deaths that really followed the thing… Yeah. It was just scary.
It was a very well done novel and I couldn’t guess who was the murderer. But I felt really stupid when Agatha revealed it. As is often the case with me and mysteries. Have you read And Then There Were None? Do you like mysteries? Tell me your favorite mystery story in the comments!
Also: in case there are no posts from me next week, I am in a play and it will be tech week so my schedule will be even more hectic than usual. So if you don’t hear from me, I haven’t disappeared off the face of the Earth. 🙂