22 September 2012
Endings are tricky things. Recently I have read two hyped-to-the-heavens psychological thrillers by a couple of very successful newcomers only to reach such ludicrous, laugh out loud dénouements that I vowed never to read another book by these particular authors again. Their hurried, bolt-on conclusions which were completely out of sync with the rest of the book, spoilt what had been until then a rewarding read. Tideline, an impressive debut novel from Penny Hancock succeeds where so many authors fail. Her ending flows like the river she writes so evocatively about. What went before was pretty damned good too.