In the woods / Tana French.
Material type: TextSeries: French, Tana. Dublin Murder squad ; 1.Publisher: London, England : Hodder & Stoughton, 2007Description: 592 pages ; 20 cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9780143113492
Item type | Current library | Collection | Call number | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item holds |
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Fiction | Davis (Central) Library Fiction Collection (New) | Fiction Collection (New) | FREN | Checked out | 08/04/2024 | T00870364 |
Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:
The bestselling debut, with over a million copies sold, that launched Tana French, author of the forthcoming novel The Hunter and "the most important crime novelist to emerge in the past 10 years" ( The Washington Post ).
"Required reading for anyone who appreciates tough, unflinching intelligence and ingenious plotting." -- The New York Times
As dusk approaches a small Dublin suburb in the summer of 1984, mothers begin to call their children home. But on this warm evening, three children do not return from the dark and silent woods. When the police arrive, they find only one of the children gripping a tree trunk in terror, wearing blood-filled sneakers, and unable to recall a single detail of the previous hours.
Twenty years later, the found boy, Rob Ryan, is a detective on the Dublin Murder Squad and keeps his past a secret. But when a twelve-year-old girl is found murdered in the same woods, he and Detective Cassie Maddox--his partner and closest friend--find themselves investigating a case chillingly similar to the previous unsolved mystery. Now, with only snippets of long-buried memories to guide him, Ryan has the chance to uncover both the mystery of the case before him and that of his own shadowy past.
Richly atmospheric and stunning in its complexity, In the Woods is utterly convincing and surprising to the end.
When he was twelve years old, Adam went playing in the woods one sunny day with his two best friends. He never saw them again. Their bodies were never found and Adam himself was discovered with his back pressed agains an oak tree and his shoes filled with blood