I went into The First 48 Hours by Simon Kernick feeling quietly optimistic. The premise grabbed me straight away, and I was ready for something tense and propulsive, but my experience ended up being a bit of an emotional tug of war.
I really struggled with the opening pages. The writing felt clunky and awkward, to the point where I kept stumbling over sentences instead of settling into the story. It made the prologue feel like hard work, which is never what you want at the start. That said, the end of that prologue completely blindsided me. It was sharp, shocking, and suddenly I was paying full attention. That moment alone convinced me to keep going.
Once past that, the book found its feet. I liked how morally uncomfortable it made me feel, especially the strange position of rooting for both the bad guy and the good guy at the same time. That tension worked well and kept me turning the pages. The premise itself felt carefully thought through, and, for the most part, the story moved along at a decent pace. The twists genuinely caught me out, which doesn’t always happen for me with this kind of thriller, and I enjoyed not seeing things coming for once.
Unfortunately, the awkwardness in the writing never fully disappeared. It kept pulling me out of the story in little but frustrating ways. One moment that really stuck with me was when Fish refers to money as “two and fifty hundred thousand”. I had to reread it because it sounded so wrong. I’m assuming it was meant to be “two hundred and fifty thousand”, but the phrasing was so odd that it broke the flow completely. These sorts of issues cropped up often enough to become distracting, which was a shame given how invested I was in the plot.
I was also left baffled by the title. The First 48 Hours ends up meaning absolutely nothing. The phrase isn’t referenced in any meaningful way, and I’m fairly sure the events of the book actually take place over longer than forty-eight hours anyway. It felt like a strange and slightly irritating choice, and because of our book club theme, it was far more noticeable than it might otherwise have been. Instead of feeling clever, the title just felt misleading.
Then there’s the ending, which is where everything unravelled for me. After following Becca and Elle so closely, they’re essentially brushed aside with no real sense of aftermath. I wanted to know what happened to them, how everything landed, and what the consequences were, but none of that was properly explored. Instead, the book finishes on a mild cliffhanger that doesn’t feel earned. It’s not dramatic enough to excite me, but it’s unresolved enough to feel unsatisfying, like the story simply stopped rather than concluded.
I came away feeling disappointed because this had all the ingredients of a four-star read for me. The ideas were strong, the twists worked, and there were moments I genuinely enjoyed. But between the persistent clunkiness and an ending that left too many loose threads, it slipped down to a three. A frustrating read overall, mostly because it could have been so much better.