Author : B.A.Paris
Publisher : St.Martin’s Press
Genre : Thriller
Source : Netgalley
Rating : 4.5/5 Stars
The Breakdown is a story about Cass and Matthew. Cass sees a car on a lonely road in the midst of a the woods and while she waited for a while to see if the lady was okay, she got scared and drove off. The next day, she reads the news and finds out that the woman she didn’t help, turned up murdered in the same place. She can’t throw off the feeling that she is somehow responsible, that if she had done something the woman would still be alive. And it doesn’t help that she’s starting to lose her memory and she’s starting to get creepy phone calls.
WHAT I LIKED : The author takes a simple human emotion, guilt, and turns it into something that makes you turn pages like there’s no tomorrow. And in many ways there might not be for Cass. Her husband Matthew is a brilliantly written character, concerned for her safety yet losing his patience slowly but surely at all the blunders her failing memory has caused. I enjoyed the pacing, it was quick and fast, remaining the same throughout without getting slow or losing it’s footing anywhere. Hard to imagine that the author is just writing her/his(?) second book because it doesn’t feel like that!
I particularly liked the way the author handled the POV. Since it was only one point of view I was worried it would get boring at some point but it did not. It didn’t have any cliché moments, it didn’t feel strained. The writing and narration was effortless and absolutely brilliant. The author gives you a mix of a character analysis an a thrilling ride. I must read Behind Closed Doors after this.
WHAT I DISLIKED : I found it a bit too similar to The Girl On The Train. And yes, while this does stand out there are similarities that sort of helped me figure out the whodunnit in the first few chapters itself. I wish it had been a bit more of a shock. Yes, part of the ending was a shock, but part of it wasn’t and that took a tiny bit away from my enjoyment of it.
In conclusion, I’ve discovered a new favourite author. I’m also finding that I enjoy thrillers written by women a lot more these days.
If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?
Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.
But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.
The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.
Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…