Agatha Christie, Where Have You Been My Whole Life?
In my quest to begin reading regularly again I decided to pick a good old fashioned crowd pleaser. For those of you who do not know, I am a horror fanatic. I love horror films, gothic literature, horror conventions, etc. Here is a pic of me meeting John Carpenter last weekend:
I think my obsession with horror stems from, mainly, two places. First, my family is pretty interested in the genre, and I’m not even just talking about my parents. My grandmother might be the biggest fan I’ve met. Secondly, as a woman, I am proud of the genre and enjoy appreciating the fact that it’s historically dominated by females. And, no, not in this way:
I mean in this way:
I decided to read a novel by Agatha Christie. I must admit, I’ve not read much of the gothic genre. I’ve read the average amount of Shelley, Coleridge, and Brontë, but otherwise my horror interest has been dedicated to film. (Also, I understand Christie is technically mystery, but it fits the theme.)
My fiancé recommended I start with her classic, And Then There Were None. I started the novel at about 11:45 p.m. and was finished by 3:30 p.m. the next day. I absolutely devoured the novel, and could not wait to turn the pages. What I loved about her writing was that it was genuinely interesting. She truly captured the essence of suspense, and I felt the nervousness of the characters with them. Was I, too, on Soldier Island? I don’t know if I trust that Vera Claythorne, and Blore seems too odd for words.
The novel was great, and I cannot wait to read the next. I also love the fact that it was written by a woman. Yet again, here is another female author writing brilliantly in the gothic genre. Even cooler than that, she is the second best-selling author of all time, second to only Shakespeare.
This post was more of a book review than anything else. I just had to share with all of you how excited I was after reading.