The story pulled me in from the beginning with the narrator’s words, “By the end of the summer three of us were dead. But you already knew that. Tell me, does your pulse quicken when you see the headlines?” The narrator calls out the reader just as she draws the reader in. Here is a nasty little tale of murder and deviance, she says. How awful. How shocking. But don’t you want to know?
I did. I started reading and found myself unable to turn away. The Dead of Summer is the story of a thirteen-year-old loner, a Pakastani-British girl, who befriends two other loner/losers, Dennis and Kyle. Kyle, a disturbed and disturbing kid whose eyes sometimes just “go dead,” wields an uncanny hold over Anita and Dennis. Kyle has a tendency toward violence, and his little sister has gone mysteriously missing. Sometimes Anita, our narrator, fears Kyle but she is also intrigued by him, then obsessed. Slowly, the author reveals the story of one sweltering summer in London and how everything falls apart. As the book opens, it is seven years later and Anita is telling her story to a police psychiatrist.
This is an amazing book of psychological suspense. Sometimes I felt sick reading it. Sometimes I felt like I’d stepped in something unclean. And yet, the story keeps pulling me on, rather the way Kyle pulls Anita and Dennis along with him.
If you like dark books and psychological stories, this is one for you. It’s the author’s first novel, and I will be eager to see her second.