THE WOMAN IN CABIN 10
Authour : Ruth Ware
Publisher : Harvill Secker
2016; Vintage 2017, Pages 345
(
) The interior of the Aurora was
gobsmacking. The boat might have been small, but they had crammed in enough bling
for a vessel ten times the size.
It
was around eleven that I finally made my way back to my room. I was drunk,
very, very drunk. We were now mid-ocean, and the shifting movement of the sea
mixed queasily with the champagne, and the wine, and the frozen shots of
aquavit.
(
) I don’t know what woke me up, only that I shot into consciousness as if
someone had stabbed me in the heart with a syringe of adrenaline. I lay there
rigid with fear. I told myself you’re completely safe. On a boat in the middle
of the ocean – no one can get in or away. It’s about the safest place you could
possibly be.
Then
I heard something else, the noise of the veranda door in the cabin next door
sliding gently open. And then there was a splash. A big splash. The kind of
splash made by a body hitting water.
(
) ‘Miss Blacklock saw a woman last night.’ Nilsson put in. ‘In the cabin next
to hers. She was in her twenties, with long dark hair and pale skin. Miss
Blacklock heard some noises that made her concerned, and we were trying to
ascertain if it was a member of staff.’
(
) As the shower trickled and gurgled to a halt, I groped my way back to the
door, my dripping hair plastered to my face, and felt for the light – and
that’s when I saw it. Written across the steamy mirror. In letters maybe six
inches high, were the words ‘STOP DIGGING.’
(
) I came to in here, lying on a bunk with a thin blanket over me. The pain in
my head was agonizing, throbbing with a low pulse that made the dim lights in
the room warp and shimmer, with a strange halo effect around them. With
trembling limbs I slithered off the bed and half stumbled half crawled across
the floor towards the curtain across. Pulling back the thin orange cloth, there
was no window there – just a blank wall of creamy plastic. I was trapped and
locked in.
(
) Finally, I could not run any more. I let myself drop back to a kind of
gasping, limping jog, and then as the lights of the village ….
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My Take : An interesting plot which keeps you guessing
till the end which comes with a twist.
Describing the luxury launch in detail could have been reduced. A lot of
unnecessary events and details gives it a Fluff writing narrative, which
otherwise could have been a crisp novel. Good for long plane journeys.
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Subject
type : Murder
mystery
Narrative
Style : First person (involved in the mystery)
Readability
: Fair
Reader’s
Interest : Fair
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