My second Agatha Christie novel was quite different from the first (The Murder of Roger Ackroyd). In this story, ten people are invited to an island on the Devon coast and arrive at the same time. It appears that they are alone on the island, deserted by their host. It soon becomes clear that whoever brought them there has nefarious reasons. Each guest is accused of the murder of another person by a mysterious recording. All crimes that have never been proven, never been tried. One by one, the guests are murdered, until....and then there were none.
The novel is told from the point of view of all the guests, one who might be the murderer of the others. It was strange reading it this way. None of the characters are sympathetic and I didn't feel any pity for them as they are killed.
The ending took me completely by surprise. I was beginning to thing that a supernatural force was at work. Christie is a sly one.