This is another, earlier (2018) Andrea Mara novel in which she is at her scariest, most stress-inducing, most intriguing best. Although Marianne has a flat in Dublin, she has been spending time working from home in the old cottage in the Wicklow Hills she has inherited from her father.
The story slips easily from Marianne’s present to cover events in her past dating back to 1999, including her relationship with Ray, a successful author who was a complicated man, to put it mildly; and her visits to Denmark to learn more about her late mother. Although complex, the book is never confusing and there was, for me, no frantic searching through back pages to keep track of who, what or where bits of the story fitted in.
Marianne’s cottage is in a relatively isolated spot, it is snowy weather and she is feeling particularly vulnerable when things like footprints in the snow and the strange objects start appearing. I have the feeling I always describe Andrea Mara’s books as nail biters, and I have to say this one was a nail biter par excellence ! There was no way I could guess the ending, and isn’t that just how a psychological crime novel should be?
Published by Poolbeg, Crimson Press Ltd.
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