
Into the Water
From the Bestselling Author of The Girl on the Train
By: Paula Hawkins
Paperback | 2 May 2017
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A single mother turns up dead at the bottom of the river that runs through town. Earlier in the summer, a vulnerable teenage girl met the same fate. They are not the first women lost to these dark waters, but their deaths disturb the river and its history, dredging up secrets long submerged.
Left behind is a lonely fifteen-year-old girl. Parentless and friendless, she now finds herself in the care of her mother’s sister, a fearful stranger who has been dragged back to the place she deliberately ran from a place to which she vowed she’d never return.
Beware a calm surface you never know what lies beneath.
With the same propulsion that captivated millions of readers worldwide in her debut, The Girl on the Train, Hawkins unfurls a gripping, twisting, layered story set in a small riverside town. Once again in her new novel, Hawkins demonstrates her powerful understanding of human instincts and the damage they can inflict. Into The Water is an addictive novel of psychological suspense about the slipperiness of the truth, and a family drowning in secrets.
Paula Hawkins says: “This story has been brewing for a good while. For me there is something irresistible about the stories we tell ourselves, the way voices and truths can be hidden consciously or unconsciously, memories can be washed away and whole histories submerged. Then two sisters appeared, and the novel began to form.”
Review by Sarah McDuling
After the phenomenal success of her debut novel Paula Hawkins set herself a hard act to follow. Luckily her new novel, Into the Water, is every bit as compulsively readable as The Girl on the Train – though admittedly a very different sort of book.
While The Girl on the Train was an emotionally fraught rollercoaster ride, Into the Water is more of an ominous and grimly foreboding ghost story. Told through the eyes of multiple characters, this is a mystery that crosses back and forth through time, and constantly threatens to tiptoe over the line between reality and the supernatural.
For me, one of the most intriguing aspects of Into the Water was the way in which Jules’ backstory slowly unfolds, revealing the heartbreaking cause of the animosity she has always felt towards her older sister. I also found myself desperately hoping that Jules would find a way to connect with her troubled young niece.
This is a truly addictive read – a tense psychological thriller with an ending that definitely caught me by surprise. For fans of Paula Hawkins, be aware – this book is quite different from The Girl on the Train. Nevertheless, it still possesses that same ‘impossible to put down’ quality which urges you to keep reading long past your bedtime.
Industry Reviews
"Wondering if Into the Water could be as good as The Girl on the Train? It's better. A triumph." * Clare Mackintosh *
"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..." * Stylist *
"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." * Sunday Mirror *
2015
Jules Abbott
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.
Monday, 10 August
Josh Whittaker
Something woke me up. I got out of bed to go to the toilet and I noticed Mum and Dad’s door was open, and when I looked I could see that Mum wasn’t in bed. Dad was snoring as usual. The clock radio said it was 4:08. I thought she must be downstairs. She has trouble sleeping. They both do now, but he takes pills which are so strong you could stand right by the bed and yell into his ear and he wouldn’t wake up.
I went downstairs really quietly because usually what happens is she turns on the TV and watches those really boring adverts about machines that help you lose weight or clean the floor or chop vegetables in lots of different ways and then she falls asleep. But the TV isn’t on and she wasn’t on the sofa, so I knew she must have gone out.
She’s done it a few times – that I know of, at least. I can’t keep track of where everyone is all the time. The first time, she told me she’d just gone out for a walk to clear her head, but there was another morning when I woke up and she was gone and when I looked out of the window I could see that her car wasn’t parked out front where it usually is.
I think she probably goes to walk by the river or to visit Katie’s grave. I do that sometimes, though not in the middle of the night. I’d be so scared to go in the dark, plus it would make me feel weird because it’s what Katie did herself: she got up in the middle of the night and went to the river and didn’t come back. I understand why Mum does it though: it’s the closest she can get to Katie now, other than maybe sitting in her room, which is something else I know she does sometimes. Katie’s room is next to mine and I can hear Mum crying.
I sat down on the sofa to wait for her, but I must have fallen asleep, because when I heard the door go it was light outside and when I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece it was quarter past seven. I heard Mum closing the door behind her and then she ran straight up the stairs.
I followed her up. I stood outside the bedroom and watched through the crack in the door. She was on her knees next to the bed, over on Dad’s side, and she was red in the face, like she’d been running. She was breathing hard and saying "Alec, wake up. Wake up," and she was shaking him. "Nel Abbott is dead," she said. "They found her in the water. She jumped."
I don’t remember saying anything but I must have made a noise because she looked up at me and scrambled to her feet.
"Oh, Josh," she said, coming to me, "oh, Josh." There were tears running down her face and she hugged me hard. When I pulled away from her she was still crying, but she was smiling, too. "Oh, darling," she said. Dad sat up in bed. He was rubbing his eyes. It takes him ages to wake up properly.
"I don’t understand. When...do you mean last night? How do you know?"
"I went out to get milk," she said. "Everyone was talking about it...in the shop. They found her this morning." She sat down on the bed and started crying again. Dad gave her a hug but he was watching me and he had an odd look on his face.
"Where did you go?" I asked her. "Where have you been?"
"To the shops, Josh. I just said."
You’re lying, I wanted to say. You’ve been gone hours, you didn’t just go to get milk. I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t, because my parents were sitting on the bed looking at each other, and they looked happy.
ISBN: 9780857524430
ISBN-10: 0143309331
Published: 2nd May 2017
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number of Pages: 368
Audience: General Adult
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Country of Publication: GB
Dimensions (cm): 23.4 x 15.3 x 2.6
Weight (kg): 0.48
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