You Cheeky Little Blighter

Sounds british doesn't it? Oh it is such fun to adopt an accent, even if it be on my blog and you can't hear it :) Sorry if I've been absent my dear readers (all 8 of you) but I've not been feeling at all well lately and have been bedridden these past few days. I also tried to stay away from the computer for some reason I now cannot recall.

I purchased two books this weekend, both by acclaimed authoress Dame Agatha Christie. The first one, And Then There Were None, I'd already read but it was such a magnificent read and it was in sixth grade I was obliged to finish it for my awesome English teacher, Mr. Bray. So I feel that if I can't remember who committed the crimes, it doesn't count as rereading....okay maybe it does. Fine, I won't count it on my page count :P. The other novel was Death On the Nile which was only $5.98 despite it being a hardcover. I thought it a very good deal, and a very good read as I only just finished it not ten minutes ago!

So they go a little like this:

And Then There Were None (also known as Ten Little Indians) is a murder mystery about ten strangers all summoned to Indian Island off the coast of England. They're summoned either by a Mr. Owen, a mysterious millionaire who just purchased the mansion on the island, or Mrs. Owen, his wife, for various reasons. There are three women and seven men overall. Turns out, Mr. and Mrs. Owen don't exist and they were invited there by a homicidal maniac with a penchant for justice. See, each of the guests are supposed to have had a hand in a past murder, but are untouchable by law for various reasons. The murderer sees it as due justice to kill each of these people, following a nursery rhyme called the Ten Little Indians.

Ten Little Indians going out to dine;

One went and choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine Little Indian Boys sat up very late;

One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight Little Indian Boys traveling to Devon;

One got left behind and then there were seven.

Seven Little Indian boys playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five Little Indian boys going in for law;

One got in chancery and then there were four.

Four Little Indian boys going out to sea;

A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three Little Indian boys walking to the zoo;

A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun;

One shot the other and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;

He went and hanged himself

…and then there were none.

So the ten people are killed by an unseen murderer, starting with the first choking on his drink after dinner, the last hanging herself in her bedroom. What they find out before, though, is that since they are all alone on the island, the murderer is among them! The really creepy part is that at the beginning there are ten indian figurines on the dining room table and one vanishes each time someone is murdered...needless to say it is thrilling and I love it. A must read!

Death On the Nile is about a wealthy American-born, England-raised socialite who steals her best friend's future husband and goes on Egyptian cruise for her honeymoon. Her jilted friend follows them constantly, and one night, Linnet (the man-stealer) ends up dead, shot through the head. Obviously, it was the jilted best friend, but when she produces an airtight alibi, no one is safe from suspicion. Hercule Poirot, Christie's famous detective, just happens to be on the boat, and does some major sleuthing. Will he catch the culprit? Read to find out!!!!

So yes, they were both fabulous. Read.Read.Read.Read.Read them.