My first Christie book, and it did not disappoint.
As kids one of my closest friends would read Agatha Christie like it was going out of fashion and I would struggle to read just a few single pages from a comic or magazine. As an adult I've finally found my way to read (using a Kindle with the right font, size and line height) and have finally entered the world of Christie.
I was quite surprised at how easy this book was to read (written in 1939), how easy it was to just keep reading and how it kept my interest. A wonderful murder mystery that initially had me guessing and unsure, then around half way decided that I knew who 'dun it, and by 75% I was at a loss again.
The book doesn't go deeply into word prose, but keeps the pace on who would end up under the chopping block next leaving us guessing: who, when and how!
I do also wonder how much of modern day media bases it's murder mystery on Chritie's work as I could conjure up images of the characters and the scenes quite easily in my mind.
Good stuff. Will be adding some of her popular books to my reading list.
7 Highlight(s)
One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were None.
Whole thing's like a detective story. Positively thrilling.' The judge said acidly: 'At my time of life, I have no desire for "thrills" as you call them.'
'Or else?' Philip Lombard grinned. 'Why make me say it? When it's on the tip of your own tongue. Anthony Marston was murdered, of course.'
'He's a madman! A loony.' The judge coughed. 'That almost certainly. But it hardly affects the issue.
And that's why I'm asking—do they keep bees on this island?—isn't it funny?—isn't it damned funny…?' She began laughing wildly again. Dr Armstrong strode forward. He raised his hand and struck her a flat blow on the cheek. She gasped, hiccupped—and swallowed. She stood motionless a minute, then she said: 'Thank you… I'm all right now.'
'Know what I'm thinking?' Philip Lombard said: 'As you're just about to tell me, it's not worth the trouble of guessing.'
That paralysing atmosphere of fear that had wrapped them round like a blanket yesterday while the wind howled outside was gone.