Book Review: And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

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And Then There Were None
Agatha Christie
A Solid 5/5

Fiction/Mystery/Thriller

This story came out in 1939 and was written by the Queen of Mysteries, Miss Agatha Christie.
The story is as follows;

Note: This might contain some spoilers.
Ten people were invited to a distant, isolated Island by a millionaire host totally unknown to them, and the guests were also strangers to each other. All the guests in common have an evil past that they hide from each other. The island was full of horrors. When the guests settled there, one by one, they started to get murdered. There was a nursery rhyme hanging on the wall in everyone's room which was stated as follows;

"Ten little boys went out to dine; One choked his little self, and then there were nine.
Nine little boys sat up very late; One overslept himself, and then there were eight.
Eight little boys travelling in Devon; One said he'd stay there, and then there were seven.
Seven little boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in half, and then there were six.
Six little boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five.
Five little boys going in for law; One got in Chancery, and then there were four.
Four little boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three.
Three little boys walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one, and then there were two.
Two little boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up, and then there was one.
One little boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself, and then there were none."

They were terrified when they found out that anyone who was murdered was being murdered according to the statements of 'hanging nursery rhyme'. One more thing that added to their terror was that on their dining table, there was ten china dish present in the middle, and when one was murdered, then one of the china dishes disappeared. They created groups between them to find out the murderer, but they couldn't do so, and in the end, there were none.

Terrified right? That was how I felt while reading it. It's a complete masterpiece of Miss Agatha. This was probably my 2nd or 3rd book, but till now, it is one of my most loved fiction stories. This is a must-read for everyone.
Truly a brilliant book.
Take Care <3 


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