“And Then There Were None” is an Unputdownable Classic

“There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.”

This may be the best mystery I’ve ever read.

I started reading mystery novels at a young age. When I was six, I read my first Nancy Drew. I recently picked up all of Gillian Flynn’s books and really enjoyed them. I’ve always loved the thrill, the mind-boggling that a good mystery brings.

But nothing could have prepared me for Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None.

This book was brilliant. Ten strangers are lured to a secluded island, where their hidden pasts are revealed and one by one they get killed off in gruesome ways. I didn’t have a clue who the killer was until the last page, and if it weren’t for the epilogue I would be one very frustrated and confused reader right now.

I think one of the strongest things in this book was the suspense. The darn suspense that had me clutching my covers at night, that left my heart racing long after I finished this book. The simple act of one character going to their bedroom door at night and hearing footsteps outside was so well written it made me shiver and look over my shoulder.

“There’s no one in the room. There can’t be. You’re imagining things, my girl.”

I don’t want to say much about the story because I think it would be best going into it knowing as little as possible; just know that I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. The plot was so clever, well constructed, and the twists and turns baffled me in the best possible way.

This classic deserves all the praise.