My rating: 5 of 5 stars
“Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys travelling 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 and hanged himself and then there were none.”
― Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None
I found myself referring back to this (frankly sick) nursery rhyme, which the killer used as a theme to his diabolical scheme, throughout the book in an attempt to guess who was next to die and how it would happen.
Agatha Christie is brilliant! I’ve read a couple of her Miss Marple mysteries before and enjoyed them but And Then There Were None is something entirely different. This novel is no mere mystery; it is a psychological thriller filled with suspense and second guesses. I was on the edge of my seat throughout and by the time the number of guests/victims remaining was down to four, I had to put the book just so I had any hopes of sleeping soundly that night (I’m not particularly brave). It didn’t help. Like with Blore, every sound I heard as I lay in bed that night was some villain coming to murder me in my sleep. Thank you, Agatha Christie!