My Favorite Book

I have read many novels throughout my life, but nothing beats And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.  This mystery novel is about eight people, all strangers to each other, who are invited to an Indian Island. When they arrive at the island, two servants welcome them to a house. After all the characters meet one another, they start having a party. However, the party stops after a recorded voice reveals each of their committed murders in the past. During that frightening moment, a character chokes on his drink and passes away. His death marks the beginning of all the other characters’ deaths. Throughout the book each person passes away, and their cryptic deaths tempt a reader to condemn certain characters that are still alive. When a person dies, the remaining people organize searches to find the killer. It is not until the end that we discover the real murderer, who is a judge that was also with them on the island. He also pretends to be a victim by faking his own death. After he kills every one, he leaves a manuscript in a bottle and then commits suicide. The manuscript explains why he committed suicide and that he killed everyone because he wanted justice for those who have committed crimes but left unpunished. This piece of literature is by far my favorite book primarily because of its unexpected ending. For instance, I could never imagine that the judge is the murderer because he had faked his own death. Even though I do not agree that humans have the right to carry out justice, I still love this novel because it let me challenge myself in trying to solve the mystery. Also, Christie’s word choice drew my attention because she succeeded in raising tension in me. For instance, an old woman was always quiet and unemotional even if someone was discovered dead, which made me think that she was the killer.