So Then There Were None

I was really looking forward to reading this as I love a good mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie. Unfortunately, this book is nothing like the highest selling fiction novelist's stories.

A lot of the book is exposition rather than showing us, making what should have been important moments uneventful, especially as we would only hear about them afterward, through character dialogue, rather than actually participate in those moments and enjoy the thrill of seeing them unfold.

A good chunk of the novel is "talky"--lots of insignificant--and unnecessary-- dialogue that does nothing to propel the story forward, and a lot of repetition of Quincy, the MC, wanting to be with Alex, but feeling insecure, nothing that makes a story intriguing. Quincy jumps to a lot of conclusions, too, without any basis for it; there's a lack of reasoning.

Adams' writing gets weighted down by the long-winded unexciting dialogue; there is also confusion, as if she forgot to fix things in editing--like mentioning a wedding theme of Wizard of the Oz, which she changes to Gatsby, and a character talking about sparklers in conversation without having told the reader about it before.

I was really let down by what I hoped to be a fun well written mystery.