In The Woods

These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the microlandscapes of their own grazed knees; put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could find their way out without putting a foot wrong. This is their territory, and they rule it wild and lordly as young animals; they scramble through its trees and hide-and-seek in its hollows all the endless day long, and all night in their dreams …

These children will not be coming of age, this or any other summer. This August will not ask them to find hidden reserves of strength and courage as they confront the complexity of the adult world and come away sadder and wiser and bonded for life. This summer has other requirements for them.

Three best friends enter the woods but only one will come out. He will be found, back pressed against an oak tree, shoes filled with blood and a memory erased from shock.

Fast forward to twenty years, Rob Ryan is now working as a detective for the Dublin Murder Squad. Although living his lifelong dream, there is no escaping the woods that made his life so askew.  One fateful day he is asked together with his partner Cassie, to go back to Knocknaree; the place where it all started and a place he wished even with all the happy memories of his friends, did not appear with another dead child.

In The Woods is a riveting novel that matches psychological drama in one sweep. First and foremost a mystery thriller, it dives deep into the mind of a psychopath and the very many schemes it can create to deliver its horrendous plans. The ordinary lives of every character paces through extraordinary creepy plots that both tightens and shatters relationships. What is most notable about Tana French is that she was able to capture the tout narrative and fine tooth-comb pursuit this genre commands.

The ending may not have been what we hoped and it may have come too lengthy but still the complexity is richly analyzed. Most would beg for a happy ending, something morose lives deserve, but French was able to capture its depth and true to its element it delivered raw and unrelenting.

In The Woods is so captivating, its sense of lose becomes the readers great find.


This is Tana French’s first novel

Winner of the 2008 Edgar Award for Best First Novel by an America Author

ISBN 978-0670038602

Published by Viking Adult


Dear You,

Thoughts while stuck in traffic:

I’m just as petrified as you are with what we may or may not achieve by hanging around each others lives. But heck, we only live ones so I’m allowing it to snowball to where ever direction it may go.

Thank you for being my first and last message of the day. Thank you for believing in me and letting  me hear it everyday. For the many times you’ve shown how much you care and the many times you  let me know… How exactly can I equal you?

Maybe, for the meantime, things are meant to be undefined. You may see it differently but I’m sure in the long run you will understand. We can always define and put a name on it if we’re far from work. Funny, the one thing that brought us togther has now become a barrier. Trust that it will be more condusive for both our careers. Sooner or later, surely we will be what you want us to be, but right now let’s play safe. No one needs to know and this relationship only has to have two characters: you and me. Having an audience with the likes of our co-workers is really never helpful.

I love the attention and I love that you never seem to tire. Know that all your efforts won’t go unnoticed and I care too.

See you later.

The Gapping Hole

It has now become so obvious that I’ve been neglecting my writing.

I use to tell myself that although I walked away from my job of writing because it hardly pays for rent, I’ll still be at it even without an audience. And I did. I found it fulfilling and sets my nerves calmly while I allow the corporate world to push me around. But lately, things have been different. I haven’t been writing as often as I should, I can’t finish a book I’ve been meaning to review and all I can pass for an article are half-cooked, watered version of it all.

I guess I’m losing it.

Losing the focus in writing things down; good and bad memories have escaped my journal and planner for months. And here I am wondering how long I can be dragged by letting it all just pass by.

I feel the need to write because, as I’ve said before I want to remember as much as I can. I want to put them into paper (and in this case the virtual world) so it evolves to something more of a memory, something tangible. Don’t get me wrong, these past months a handful of good things have happened: work, friends, romance and hobbies. I’ve so much to say but time have been flying by so swiftly and I haven’t the energy to sit down and conjure an article.

Here I am half tired, a pint sleepy and running late on something, wondering if I can ever go back to writing regularly as I was before.


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