“ Paula Hawkins does it again! Into the Water is a moody and chilling thriller that will have you madly turning the pages. A gripping, compulsive read! ”
“ Wondering if Into the Water could be as good as The Girl on the Train? It's better. A triumph. ”
“ Fans of Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train rejoice: her second novel Into the Water is even better. A brilliantly plotted and fast-paced juggernaut of a read that hurtles to a heart-stopping conclusion. ”
Good Housekeeping (Book of the Month)
“ It’s like PD James wrote an episode of The Wire… A twisting whodunit that leaves you both gratified and surprised (also the best kind)… Not just a brilliant thriller but also a furious feminist howl… ”
“ The prose is powerful and richly descriptive. As the threads of the plot mesh together and the tension builds it develops into a brooding and complex read that deserves to make a splash in its own right. ”
“ A radical and addictive thriller. ”
“ Into the Water is very different [to The Girl on the Train] – expect beautiful descriptions and deeper layers – but you’ll still want to race to the end to find out what happens. ”
“ Paula Hawkins effortlessly follows the success of The Girl on the Train with this immersive novel . . . Told from multiple points of view this is clever and twisty fiction with a ghostly edge. ”
“ Once you start, you won't be able to put this one down . . . With the same delicious mystery that lingers throughout The Girl on the Train (not to mention the jaw-dropping ending), Look read it every spare second. ”
“ The breathtaking follow-up to The Girl on the Train with author Paula Hawkins at her best . . . confident, ambitious and intriguing. ”
“ I loved it actually more than The Girl on the Train. It has depth, is authentic, beautiful and real. ”
“ Hawkins should be congratulated, both for daring to try something new, and for doing it well. ”
“ No, it's not The Girl on the Train and neither should it be. The author has crafted something totally different and it's an atmospheric, creepy read. ”
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May 2, 2017
There was something you wanted to tell me, wasn’t there? What was it you were trying to say? I feel like I was drifted out of this conversation a long time ago. I stopped concentrating, I was thinking about something else, getting on with things, I wasn’t listening, and I lost the thread of it. Well, you’ve got my attention now. Only I can’t help thinking I’ve missed out on some of the more salient points.
When they came to tell me, I was angry. Relieved first, because when two police officers turn up on your doorstep just as you’re looking for your train ticket, about to run out of the door to work, you fear the worst. I feared for the people I care about – my friends, my ex, the people I work with. But it wasn’t about them, they said, it was about you. So I was relieved, just for a moment, and then they told me what had happened, what you’d done, they told me that you’d been in the water and then I was furious. Furious and afraid.
I was thinking about what I was going to say to you when I got there, how I knew you’d done this to spite me, to upset me, to frighten me, to disrupt my life. To get my attention, to drag me back to where you wanted me. And there you go, Nel, you’ve succeeded: here I am in the place I never wanted to come back to, to look after your daughter, to sort out your bloody mess.