A masterpiece of the Queen Christie

Ten people who did not know a priori go by different means in the island of Negro, invited by a Mr. O'Nyme. Arrived on the scene, they note the absence of their host but observe that everything has been prepared for their arrival. The disorder occurs when death strikes in turn each of these people, according to a mysterious rhyme plastered (all) guest rooms. The atmosphere becomes agonizing desire to gradually as the disappearances are linked, and the final explanation for these disappearances to the end of the book is breathtaking.

I read this novel just after the crime on the Orient Express, which I loved. I particularly appreciate this ability that Agatha Christie has to show the duplicity of the human. Whether in Ten Little Indians or the Murder on the Orient Express, the protagonists say things in public, almost lying to themselves before moderate their speech when they face their own conscience. This is a typical behavior of the imperfect human being and I think Agatha perfectly describes this duality within us at times.

As much as I had enjoyed the Hercule Poirot intelligence and how to resolve investigations in the Orient Express, as I did not like the conclusion of Ten Little Indians. Please note that the end is excellent and very difficult to predict. I did not like a moral point of view. I can not say more at risk of revealing the epilogue, which would be a shame.

There. I had set a goal to read these two great novels of Agatha, and it's done. I might be me tackle a third of his works ... but I still do not know which.