Confession: I’ve only read 119 pages in one month. I know right, who am I? I don’t know what happened. I’ve let you down, I’ve let myself down… etc etc.
Those 119 pages were of Into the Water by Paula Hawkins.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ll know that Paula Hawkins wrote the hugely successful The Girl on the Train which I was a big fan of. It was never going to live up to the intense hype surrounding it but it was a solid psychological thriller that I raced through; so naturally I was gonna pick up Paula's next book.
In the last days before her death, Nel called her sister. Jules didn’t pick up the phone, ignoring her plea for help.
Now Nel is dead. They say she jumped. And Jules has been dragged back to the one place she hoped she had escaped for good, to care for the teenage girl her sister left behind.
But Jules is afraid. So afraid. Of her long-buried memories, of the old Mill House, of knowing that Nel would never have jumped.
And most of all she’s afraid of the water and the place they call the Drowning Pool…
It’s hard to offer a true opinion after only 119 pages but so far, I’d say it’s a good’un. I wasn’t as instantly hooked like I was reading Girl on the Train but I think that’s because the many, many character perspectives takes a while to get used to. But otherwise, I’m being sucked into the mystery page by page.
There's an atmospheric quality about the words with the water element and the heaviness of grief seeping through. It’s intense and creepy, with all the makings of an unusual 'whodunnit'.
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