And then there were none.

It’s been long since I have read a mystery or a thriller of any kind. And I have been wanting to read this book for a while. I was intrigued by the idea of it all.
Ten strangers invited to an island by a mysterious host, them being murdered one by one untill there are none. The plot being  dictated based on a nursery rhyme known to all characters since they were kids.
The book is beautifully written and it’s almost impossible to guess the outcome of it all. To me a good mystery is not something that ends with a big reveal that wasn’t even plausible in the first place. I enjoy a mystery when something is hidden in the plain sight, with the subtle clues  pointing to it. When it is finally revealed I am obviously taken aback, yet somehow can’t shake the feeling that it was so obvious, staring at me in the face and I didn’t see it.

Agatha Christie’s And then there were none falls into the latter category, the one that I like.
But I actually saw it coming this time. That is partly my fault, I had accidentally read one of the later pages in the book and I had a clue that I shouldn’t have had at the time. I wonder if I would have reached the same conclusion if it wasn’t for the spoiler. Guess I will never know.

And even though I had realized the idea I couldn’t guess how it would have been executed and that says something.
I enjoyed reading this book. I have been reading a lot of contemporary books these days, so it took me a while to adjust to the classic narration and the language. But three chapters into it and I couldn’t stop. There was that feeling of not knowing and wanting to know that I haven’t experienced in long.
This, I must say, was a surprisingly refreshing and satisfying read. It’s got it all, the story , the plot and the characters. It’s a psychological thriller of sorts, impossible  to put down and I would recommend it to everyone.