Next up in the Agatha Christie collection for me was And Then There Were None. I vaguely remember this from junior high; I believe we had watched a made for TV movie during class under the alternate title of Ten Litle Indians. My overly simplistic plot summary: A group of strangers are invited for a free stay on an island off the English coast but when they arrive, their host is no where to be found. After dinner, a mysterious recording accuses each of them of murder and, one by one, they are killed off, leaving the those that remain with the realization that one of them is the murderer.
This is the kind of story I normally love: a group of strangers thrown together under strange circumstances and then bad things happen. Two of my all-time favourite movies, Clue and April Fools Day, are in fact based on Christie's original novel. Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy her story. Perhaps at the time it was original but these days, it seems formulaic; very "been there, done that". There was no real drama for me, it was just murder, after murder, after murder. And the ending/epilogue/postscript, which I won't ruin for you, lays out everything, step by step with none of the usual Agatha Christie detective work required. Alas, while I was excited as I read the first few pages, I quickly became disenchanted and raced through it just to finish it off. I didn't think I'd say this but I really can't recommend this. Go and rent Clue instead. It was much more entertaining.