And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie
“I don’t know. I don’t know at all. And that’s what’s frightening the life out of me. To have no idea….”– Rogers, the butler
Welcome to day 2 of my 12 Reads of Christmas series, where I’m posting the things I like to read over the festive period every day from Christmas Day until Twelfth Night (6 January).
Today we have a nice installment of murder. Not very festive, granted, but this book does remind me of home. Agatha Christie and I are from the same hometown and this book is set on a little ‘island’ just out in our bay. Nothing says Christmas in Torquay like a storm blowing in and around the whole bay swallowing that lump of rock with rain and sea spray instead of snow. And Then There Were None is possibly my favourite Agatha Christie novel and is always the first I recommend to people who are yet to discover her books through the page rather than through David Suchet or Julia McKenzie on the small screen.
A group of guests are all invited to a party on a small island off the South Devon coast. None of them know the hosts. Will any of them last the night?
Neither a Poirot or Marple, this is one of the few stand-alones that has reached the same levels of acclaim as Christie’s most famous detectives. I would highly recommend this as a quick read to flex your amateur detective muscles, and would urge all of you in the UK to see this on its next trip to your local theatre as it’s one of the frequent touring shows in this country.