One of the things I enjoy most about about Tana French’s books are the unpredictable twists and turns. For fans of mystery or thrillers there is a delicate balance between figuring out the puzzle and being baffled by it. French seems to have the perfect knack for leading you down one path then pulling the rug out from under you.
The weather is like an additional character here. The dampness, the bone-chilling cold. She seeds the clouds with paranoia. You don’t know who’s on Detective Conway’s side and who’s not.
You’re inside her head one moment and trying to pull back in another. Is she imagining things? Is she overreacting? Is someone trying to throw her off the trail? Who?
Must reads for fans of suspense, Ireland and strong female protagonists.
