I recently read a mystery book by the name of "And Then 
There Were None" by Agatha Christie. I read this book 
because I have read other books by Agatha Christie that were 
pretty well written.

        Ten people are invited to an island, called "Indian 
Island", by letters that were signed by people they had met 
before. When they got to the island, they found out that 
their host, U.N.Owen, had not arrived yet. At dinner, they 
heard a voice, accusing each of them of a murder, which they 
were all guilty of. After one of them is killed, according 
to the first verse of a poem that is framed above each of 
their beds called "Ten Little Indians", they figure out that 
the murderer is one of them! As more people are killed off, 
one by one, the group narrows the suspect list down, until 
only one is left alive but she figured that she would never 
get off the islan anyway, and she hung herself from the 
ceiling by putting a noose  around her neck and kicking the 
chair away on which she was standing, but she was not the 
killer.

        One of the mysteries to this book was, of course, 
who killed all of the innocent people. Another mystery was 
that every time another person was killed a little indian 
figure would disappear from the edges of a serving plate. 
One more mystery was that every murder followed, in order, 
the famous poem "Ten Little Indians", which reads: 

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One chocked his self and then there were nine.
Nine Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself then there were eight.
Eight Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there then there were seven.
Seven 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.

        
I really enjoyed this book and thought it to be 
entertaining.  It was a hard book to put down and I read 
about half of the book in one day because it was so 
interesting. And since it is a mystery I thought I knew 
exactly what was going to happen, but it had a strange twist 
right towards the end.  I would definitley recommend this 
book to anyone who likes a good mystery.