And Then There Were Four

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We should never be mad at our feet. They work hard and they are beautiful and I have taught myself never to say my “good foot” and my “bad foot” because they are both my feet equally. Thank you, feet. I also believe that it is a good idea to regularly say thank you to the rest of your body because really the whole system is a miracle. So even if your pancreas doesn’t work and you monitor your blood sugar and take insulin shots, you should not resent it, but be grateful. Davis, Owen (1930). The Ninth Guest: A Mystery Melodrama in Three Acts. New York City: Samuel French.

Groaning to myself I watched as a bubbly blonde-haired girl strolled to my section, looking at the seat numbers. “Oh this is me!” She said excitedly, causing me to groan inwardly. Great, I don't even get to sit by myself. Ivy! If you don't come on you're going to miss your plane!" My mother hollered from downstairs, causing me to sigh. Sjouwerman, Petra (20 January 2007). "De vader van Pippi mag geen negerkoning meer heten". Trouw (in Dutch) . Retrieved 26 August 2020. R. Riley, P. McAllister, J. Symonsm B. Cassiday., The Bedside, Bathtub & Armchair Companion to Agatha Christie (Continuum, 2001), pp. 144–145. a b Davies, Helen; Dorfman, Marjorie; Fons, Mary; Hawkins, Deborah; Hintz, Martin; Lundgren, Linnea; Priess, David; Clark Robinson, Julia; Seaburn, Paul; Stevens, Heidi; Theunissen, Steve (14 September 2007). "21 Best-Selling Books of All Time". Editors of Publications International, Ltd. Archived from the original on 7 April 2009 . Retrieved 25 March 2009.

Much later, a trawler hauls up in its nets a bottle containing a written confession. In it, Mr Justice Wargrave recounts that all his life he had had two contradictory impulses: a strong sense of justice and a savage bloodlust. He had satisfied both through his profession as a criminal judge, sentencing murderers to death following their trial. After receiving a diagnosis of a terminal illness, he had decided on a private scheme to deal with a group of people he considered to have escaped justice.

a b Iona and Peter Opie, The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes (Oxford University Press, 1951, 2nd ed., 1997), pp. 333–334. The book opens with five teenagers coming together for a purported meeting of the “student leaders” club. A club to which none of them actively belong. But does that raise sufficient alarm? Of course not. Then there’s the location. A random outpost known to be IN CONSTRUCTION at their posh private school. Still….no alarm bells. At least, none loud enough for them to escape before the roof falls in. Thankfully all parties survive. That is, until a few days later when one dies under suspicious circumstance. From there, they leap (and by that I mean olympic style SPRINGVAULT) to the conclusion that their parents are trying to murder them. Cue action & drama.

I suppose I should start there. I hated all of these characters so much. None of them, in my opinion, were written well at all. The ones that did have personalities had horrible ones, and it took all the willpower I had not to DNF simply because of how much I couldn't stand Saralinda and Caleb. Saralinda more than Caleb - she was childish and annoying - and I had a very hard time remembering this girl is a teenager. We alternate between those two POVs, and while Saralinda's is in first person, Caleb's is in second, which made very little sense considering this book is meant to be a thriller. But go for it, I guess. Tense, vivid, lively, and heart-twisting--I could not catch my breath. What a very great pleasure this was to read."