And Then There Were None

It is Agatha Christie at her best. It is Crime-Thriller at it's best.

This is quite different from all her stories. DARKER! WAY DARKER! This lends it to the story, overall! This mystery story cleverly recounts the murders of 10 guests at an opulent mansion on a sporadic ocean island from which retreat is rendered impossible by the stormy weather which further contributes to the crepitating atmosphere. Each guest has a dark secret which makes them an inevitable victim and their mysterious host has not yet arrived, so which one is the murderer?

You'll NEVER guess it, even if you do, you'll never guess the ending! Because it's absolutely genius!

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I do not think I will ever be a Christie fan. I'd read a couple of the early ones and was not impressed. So I wanted to try this, some say her masterpiece, and found it similarly ho-hum. I don't think it's just that the premise is so well known that the element of surprise is lost; I simply don't care about any of the characters, they are so clearly mere shadows made to hang the puzzle on. I enjoy mystery stories where, however preposterous the plot, the people ring true to me and I can feel some kind of connection to them. With this one, they were as anonymous as the china figures that got lost or smashed each time one died.

I'm going to try Murder on the Orient Express since I picked up a free copy of that, and maybe a Miss Marple story, and if those don't turn out to be better, I'm done.