Ah, summer. The blazing sun, the sand in my mouth, the threat of skin cancer- and even more worrisome, the prospect of what to read with all this free time.
I could go quintessential and tell you to pick up something good-feeling and a tad fluffy, a Jojo Moyes or a Colm Toibin, but sometimes I need a little bite with my summer sugar, ya feel me? I traveled far and wide across the land in search of an elusive idea, a beach read a tad dark, pages that maybe could keep me awake. My prayers were answered. The Book Gods threw me a bone, tossing a copy of Ruth Ware's 'In a Dark, Dark Wood my way.
It's an innocuous little thing, out in softcover and sharing a title with an old children's book. But as my lovely mother tells me when I avoid anything that looks like a vegetable, "don't judge a book by its cover." Like the tale it pens its name from, Ruth Ware's psychological feat is not for the skittish.
Picture this. A flock of passive aggressive ladies, an isolated cabin, a bachelor party designed by Alfred Hitchcock- buckle your seatbelts.
Spoiler alert: this book is the most fun you'll have all summer. And yes, I'm talking to you, mother, who won't read this book out of fear of encountering another wannabeGone Girl.
Which reminds me.
Dear readers of the world,
For the love of all that is holy, stop comparing everything to Gone Girl. Don't judge Ruth Ware's baby by it's back cover, wherein- drumroll please- compare her novel toGone Girl. Can we stop talking about Gone Girl for just a second here, please?
In a Dark, Dark Wood stands on its own two feet. More accurately, it sprints. It's as fun as a trashy romance but suspenseful enough to feel like a hefty Agatha Christie, and who wouldn't swoon at the mere thought of that combination?
Prep yourself for a read so engaging that when Ryan Gosling shows up at your beach house asking if you'd like to walk hand in hand along the sand at dusk, you tell him, "Ryan, shut up, I'm devouring a mystery novel involving a gaggle of complex women, their conflicting desires, and a foreboding gun on the mantel. Like boy, bye."
Staff of Wellington Square Book Shop