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And Then There Were None (Book Review)

                                         




      First there were ten,

The story starts with ten strangers being invited as a weekend guest at the little private island off the coast of Devon. What’s queer about each character is that they have very vague acquaintance with their mysterious host, yet they set out for the island.

 The situation becomes even more peculiar when their mysterious bon vivant host is not there to welcome them.

Not sure of what they were getting into, surely one part of each personage knew that something is not right, but there was no going back they had already put themselves into boiling water.

The story picks up with the disclosure of involvement in murder by each one of them in an individual capacity. Now they all knew they have Skelton in the closet, but they all try to appear clean and equivocate the facts.


 The mystery is unfolded exactly as the nursery rhyme framed in every room.    

   

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine

One choked his little self. And then there were nine.

Nine little Indian boys sat up late;

One overslept himself, and then there were eight.

Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;

One said he'd stay there, and then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;

One chopped himself in halves, and then there were six.

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five.

Five little Indian boys going in for law;

One got in Chancery, and then there were four.

Four little Indian boys going out to sea;

A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;

A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two Little Indian boys sitting in the sun;

One got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;

He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.


Till seven murders every evidence points to only one person but the story takes different turn when that person gets murdered, suddenly you tread with bated breath, turning pages and you are scanning as fast as you can, I felt my blood pressure spiked for a few minutes. 

I felt jittery until I discovered the murderer. The man behind the rhyme, the psychotic who had a penchant for inflicting pain on others.

It is my first pick by Agatha Christie, The Queen of crimes!!! No wonder, why she is called so. This is probably the best in the mysteries and crime genres. I don’t have an appetite for the crime and mysteries genre, but Agatha Christie’  “And Then There Were None” whetted my appetite for the crime and mystery category.

A must-read for suspense and mystery lovers !!!

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