BOOK REVIEW: Into the Water

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Title: INTO THE WATER

Author: Paula Hawkins

Pages: 355

Genre: Thriller

Publisher: Penguin Random House UK

Summary:

Death of Nel Abott brings her sister Jules back to their childhood home and the drowning pool. Nel is survived by her daughter Lena, a teenager, left in care of Jules. Who is actually responsible for the death of Nel Abott- her daughter? Or her sister? Or somebody else? Not just Lena's mother but story intersects with another mystery of Lena's best friend's death in the same pool.
A fast paced psychological thriller that unfolds the mystery of all the deaths in the drowning pool. The endless questions and the endless history of drownings of women all answered and revealed to your eyes.

My thoughts:

⭒Nel Abott has jumped to death in the drowning pool (or has she!?). Visiting childhood home again brings back old bitter memories to Jules or was it her mind deceiving her about her sister? The confusion is for real. 
The confusion that the author aimed to create for thrill had become a chaos leading to a dull impact.

⭒The character developments are appreciable. They felt sane at times and insane at other, emotional at times and cold hearted at other.

⭒Narration through multiple POV's can often mess up the plot. This was the case with me in this book. Introducing too many characters initially altogether lead to a bit of chaos.

⭒The way author leads through the clues and tales made the plot pretty much predictive which is a big turn down for me. I prefer books that keep you on your toes guessing till the very end.

⭒What I like about her writting is it never leaves place for extra details and its fast paced. Reading extra minute details in thrillers can really be painful and at times may lead to "dnf'ing" of them.

⭒If there's something known as "light thriller" I would consider this book as one. (Let me know if something like this exist😅) .

Rating: 3⭐/5⭐

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