Darth Pedant

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.

Oh, Dame Agatha, you foreshadowing minx!

This was a re-read (re-re-re-re-re-read, more like). I don’t feel the need to review this one in depth, but I will say this: If you read this book and liked it, read it again. Come for the mystery, stay for the masterful psychological manipulation that becomes apparent only when you know who the killer is. It’s a mind trip, y’all.