Really great suspense novel. Kept me up most of the night. The alcoholic narrator is dead perfect.
The thriller scene will have to up its game if it's to match Hawkins this year
My vote for unreliable narrator of the year
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Friday, 5 July 2013
There is a pile of clothing on the side of the train tracks. Light-blue cloth – a shirt, perhaps – jumbled up with something dirty white. It’s probably rubbish, part of a load fly-tipped into the scrubby little wood up the bank. It could have been left behind by the engineers who work this part of the track, they’re here often enough. Or it could be something else.