And then there were none

Ten people from diverse backgrounds are invited to a remote, isolated island for a party(more like a get-together).

Nobody has any idea who the host is....

Everybody, lost in their own thoughts, arrive on the island, confused and pumped-up for the party. They find nobody in the host's place and are welcomed by a little poem about Ten Little Indians, on an island.

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One 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 in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves then there were six.
Six Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumble-bee stung one then there were five.
Five Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery then there were four.
Four Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one then there were three.
Three Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one then there were two.
Two Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got all frizzled up then there was one.
One Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none."

And true to the poem, at their first dinner, a person chokes and dies.

Afraid and Suspicious, they go to bed. One of them never wakes up ,

And then there were eight......

Ends with the last person committing suicide

And then there were none....

Written by Agatha Christie, It is a joyous ride, filled with anticipation and murder mystery.

A small book worth a read.

A remote island, no outside help, ten people, dying mysteriously according to a poem and no motive....

What more do you want from a book?