I’m not someone who picks books for deep, researched reasons. Most of the time, I go by gut instinct. If the cover looks good, or the title sounds mysterious, or the blurb even slightly hooks me that’s it. That’s all the convincing I need. And when I saw A Hiding to Nothing, I was instantly drawn to it. I didn’t know what I was signing up for, but once I started reading… I couldn’t stop. I finished it in two sittings.
The story opens with a missing child. Devin Pinto is on his way to a kayaking session with his mother, Neja. The morning feels ordinary, except Neja is a little cranky, recovering from a party the night before. But things take a sudden, terrifying turn and in the blink of an eye, Devin disappears. No screams. No clues. Just gone.
And from there, the silence begins. No police reports. No media. Because the family isn’t just grieving they’re actually hiding something.
What starts as a missing child story slowly spirals into something that is much more layered. The book moves through different timelines and cities, from Colombo to Sharjah, Durham to London. And as we progress through the story we begin to see who these characters really are and what they’ve buried along the way. Neja, especially, is such a complex character. You really want to understand her, even when you don’t agree with her choices.
There’s a quiet intensity to this book. It’s not loud or overly dramatic. It doesn’t scream for your attention. It’s subtle, controlled, and that’s what makes this story unsettling. You’re not being shocked for effect but you’re being slowly drawn into the emotional chaos of these characters lives.
I think what stayed with me most is how well the book handles power, reputation, and the masks people wear to protect themselves. The family is constantly pretending to the world, to each other, and even to themselves. Every time a secret unravels, it makes you question what’s real.
The writing is clean and addictive. It doesn’t drag, even when the pacing is gentle. There’s always tension simmering in the background. And because the chapters move across years and places, you’re constantly piecing together what really happened not just with Devin’s disappearance, but with everything that led to it.
Is this a domestic thriller ? Absolutely yes. But it also feels like a portrait of privilege, motherhood, marriage, and grief all rolled into one.
So if you like thrillers that aren’t just about the crime but about why people do what they do, this one is for you. It doesn’t rely on shock value. It just tells the truth and sometimes, that’s more chilling.
A Hiding to Nothing is haunting in its own quiet way. You won’t race through it to find answers you’ll sit with it, feel its weight, and maybe, like me, you’ll carry the story with you for a while after.
Happy Reading !