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so i accidentally cheated on this one, and figured out who the killer was, and honestly, it's all Booklist's fault. that's right, i said it. Booklist spoiled my first Agatha Christie. see, when i went to put in how many pages I'd completed out of "x" many pages, i necessarily had to turn to the very last page. (hint: DO NOT read anything on the last page, otherwise you might have a few uh . . . premature suspicions.) i dutifully turned to the last page, and my wandering eyes saw something they shouldn't have.
but i have to give it to Christie, because even with that little give-away i was still like, "wait? did X really do it? and, if X didn't do it, who did it? and when there were none, i was really like, "how? how? HOW did X do it?! tell me. tell me!" because besides being the Queen of Mystery, Christie is the Queen of Making You Feel Like an Idiot. or maybe not you, dear reader if you've read this before and figured it out, but me, definitely. especially after i went back and re-read a few choice scenes to convince myself i hadn't been as oblivious as it seemed i'd been (i had been).
so, all-in-all, this was a good one (call me the Queen of the Understatement). so good, in fact, that i'm going to be a glutton for punishment and order "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" imminently. i'm also going to go out on a limb here, and recommend "And Then There Were None" to anyone who enjoys classic mysteries, and/or an easy read with a thoroughly puzzling plot where everyone could have done it, or maybe no one at all . . .