Into the Dark by Fiona Cummins is the fourth book I’ve read by the English author and she certainly does domestic noir brilliantly. I was fooled here for much of the novel and quite surprised by the direction it takes. I note in my review of When I Was Ten I commented on her adding in a few twists when we assumed we had all of the answers and she does the same thing here. It takes a clever writer to keep secrets from her readers when her narrators are seemingly telling us everything we need to know.
When I was Ten by Fiona Cummins offers readers a big twist about a third of the way through. It reminded me of book-dropping bombshell Clare Mackintosh offered in her debut novel, I Let You Go.
Of course Cummins doesn’t rest on her laurels and adds in another twist or two for good measure.
The quotes about this book on the cover give readers a clue about what to expect. Indeed, even I found it kinda creepy. And I read a lot of books about psychopaths and serial killers. And lawyers. 🙂
Likening the ‘baddie’ of Rattle to Hannibal Lecter I assumed to be a bit of a marketing ploy, but… there’s a cold clinical psychopathy to the (so called) Bone Collector in Rattle that’s reminiscent to the cunningly smart and seemingly sane consumer of human brains.