Please note that I received this book via NetGalley. This did not affect my rating or review.
Well. This was a bummer. I was hoping for a smart and interesting murder mystery. I just didn't like how this was written sadly. We had many characters and Hull doesn't develop them enough for you to care. The book also ended on a weird note before pushing me to another book that he wrote. I have no interest of that one at all.
"And Death Came Too" follows a group of people (Gerald Lansely, Martin Hands, and Patricia Hands (sister to Martin and fiancee to Gerald) who decide to take up an offer made by Arthur Yeldman to visit his hoe called Y Bryn. No that's not a typo. Yes I re-read
that many times wondering what the heck.
Off they go and once arriving meet someone named Mr. Salter and a mysterious woman (of course) and then we just have people talking amongst themselves. Eventually we have a murder (thank goodness).Arthur Yeldham is found murdered and no weapon has been found. So of course Hull has a lot of clues here and there left as the investigation heats up for you to try and figure out who done it.
I can't say much about all of the characters. Hull doesn't spend much time with any of them for you to care much. I think it doesn't help that when you start this book, you start mid-conversation among everyone and you have no idea who the heck anyone is and it feels muddled.
I kept hoping for someone to emerge as my Poirot or Marple and no dice unfortunately. We get Detective Sergeant Scoresby who I wasn't feeling at all while I read this. We spent most of our time with the police and it's pretty evident that there are fractures building among the characters. I started to compare this a bit to Marple's Inspector Battle book, "Towards Zero" since there are some very light similarities here and there.
Also, not going to lie, it's pretty obvious who did it in this one. I at least want to be tricked you know?
I compared the writing to Christie and found it lacking overall. Christie is able to breathe life into mostly everyone (not counting some of her later works like The Third Girl) and you feel like smacking yourself upside the head when you get to the ending and Poirot and Marple reveal who did it and why.
The ending was so weird. Seriously. One character is talking, another breaks in (bitterly) and character one yells out that they are being left with nothing, not even their respect and that's it. I kept reading for another chapter. No dice.