SYNOPSIS FROM THE BOOK:
As the 1939 story starts, 8 unacquainted visitors have been welcome to an extremely huge home on a secluded island off the shore of England for a sort of occasion. At the point when the water ship drops them off they find their host has not yet shown up yet there are two staff individuals there to address their issues. Before long it is drawn out into the open that each of the 8 visitor alongside the 2 staff individuals are blamed for different homicides from quite a while ago. Then the first of the visitor falls down and dies. By the following morning one more of the leftover 9 is viewed as dead. There is definitely a killer on the island and as the story keeps on unfurling the reader is never given any data other than that which the visitor might experience.
OFFICIAL REVIEW BY ALPHATECH MEDIA:
A few people who carried out murder at one point in their lives have been welcomed to Soldier Island for an alleged occasion. Upon appearance, the members note the curiosity of the island and the home which they are remaining in. However, on top of the shelf in every room is the sonnet “ten little Indians”. In the shared lounge area are ten salt shakers each addressing an individual and a similar sonnet. As the gathering accumulates for mixed drink hour, a gramophone recording reports the wrongdoing every individual is at legitimate fault for perpetrating. Stunned right away, every individual deals with the allegation and uncovers what truly befell the gathering.
Christie’s members address a cross part of society including an appointed authority, specialist, Scotland Yard cop, resigned general, hired soldier, tutor, and old maid. None of these essential members accepts themselves at real fault for the wrongdoing in light of the fact that after all they were absolved. However one of their party trusts them all to be liable, or they could not have possibly been welcomed to Soldier Island. Individually the gathering is killed, the island is looked, and the decreasing gathering understands that there is a killer in their middle. The demise reflects the sonnet on the wall, and as every individual is killed, another salt shaker breaks. It ultimately depends on the excess individuals to distinguish the homicide.
Not at all like Hercule Poirot situations where Christie permits the reader to break the case from the beginning just to have Poirot ring back endlessly layers to the case, in And Then There Were None, Dame Christie doesn’t hint us with regards to who the killer is. Indeed, even somebody as myself who peruses a fair number of secrets was left enthralled as to whodunit, permitting me to peruse rapidly for the rest of the book. The members were additionally held in tension, blaming each other for being the killer. This lead to a noteworthy conclusion, one that made them surmise until the last page.
I have perused numerous secrets composed by ladies, including many cases featuring female investigators for hire and police analysts. A considerable lot of these secret journalists have Dame Agatha Christie to thank for clearing their direction as soon as the 1920s. And afterward There Were None originally showed up in sequential structure, leaving its readers in anticipation until the following portion showed up.