It had always been my intention to read any future novels Paula Hawkins wrote since I had enjoyed The Girl on the Train, so I was pleasantly surprised when I was reminded that her second book, Into the Water, had been released, and I downloaded it onto my iPad almost instantly. I read her first offering to the thriller world on a whim, and it seemed like I would go about reading her next work in the same way, but with a little more optimism.
This story centres around a drowning pool, which has claimed the lives of many women over the centuries, all with a common air of mystery and illusion. Although the beginning of the story appeared to be more confusing than mysterious with an unclear plot, everything fell into place thanks to the organised structure of the characters.
As I read more, I was hooked. The plot sucked me in and like the majority of the books I read while in Costa Rica, I read this in very little time. There was originality, and although a style of writing could be detected you could definitely identify it as a stand alone novel, and in no way a book that is linked to it’s predecessor.
However, the ending didn’t meet my expectations, and in a similar way to The Girl on the Train, it just jolted to a stop. Then when I thought it was over, some more plot almost leaked through, and then it finally concluded in the most long winded way possible.
It was evidently a thriller, and therefore it didn’t need an epilogue where we found out everything about the future of the characters. I love thrillers that end with as much mystery as they started with, although with more of a sense of closure. Endings are great, but long winded conclusions are a bother. Especially in a novel that is meant to keep you on edge throughout.
Overall, I enjoyed it, despite the ending letting it down a little. I now have another gazillion hours of this car journey to go, which is cool.