"There was something magical about an island- the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world- an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return." 
 Ten complete strangers, each one with their own dark secret, are invited to a private island under various pretences. Once they arrive, they realise that not only their host is nowhere to be found, but, due to a raging storm, they might also be stranded on the island for quite some time. Soon, the murders begin. One by one, the visitors turn up dead. Which one is the culprit and who can they trust? 
 This was my first Agatha Christie and a nice one indeed. This is an easy, quick read. The mystery is gripping and at some points it really creeped me out. I enjoyed how the story unfolded and I was so pleased when I realised that I hadn't been able to figure out who the murderer was- since I'm usually pretty good at this stuff. But on the other hand, throughout the book we are given absolutely no clues as to who that person could be; which is understandable since Christie had to be as cryptic as possible to keep readers from immediately working out the solution (there are only ten suspects to begin with and the number only goes down from there), but it takes away that moment in the end when you can exclaim: "AH,OF COURSE IT WAS YOU! THAT IS WHY YOU WERE BEHAVING LIKE THIS! " But here, if the murderer had turned out to be somebody else, it wouldn't have made that much of a difference.