A couple of weeks ago, I was sent Black Ice* to review. It’s been sat on my desk for a while, taunting me as I read political theatre and studied archaic Greek philosophy.
The other day I finally got the chance to crack it open. I had an empty to do list and a weird lull before my next deadlines. The sun was shining in Scotland and I didn’t have classes or work. It was time to read.
Black Ice tells the story of Britt Pheiffer, a young woman who is headed to the Teton Range on a backpacking trip with her best friend. A freak storm leaves them stranded and with little choice but to seek shelter with two dangerous men. It’s up to Britt to save herself from the problems the environment and her travelling companions thrust upon her.
I devoured this book in one sitting. I had a couple of issues with it, not least that the romantic sideline felt a little forced and unnecessary at times, but I was hooked. With so many theories about what was going on between the lines, I was desperate to get to the end to find out if I was right! My poor housemates had to listen to me exclaim ‘I knew it’ a fair few times that day.
Despite its somber subject and thriller status, I found Black Ice really easy and fun to read. Stretched out on my blanket in the spring sun, it was a good bit of escapism and I really found myself routing for Britt by the end. She’s a smart girl and I was pleased to see her realise it as I turned the pages.
This probably wouldn’t have been my first choice if I stumbled into Waterstones purely because I rarely choose books of this genre and subject manner. I had read some of Fitzpatrick’s other works so picked it out of curiousity but really was pleasantly surprised by it. The teaser on the last few pages has also made me keen to check out her next novel as soon as I can. I’m glad I got the chance to read it and that my suspicions were correct.
Have you read Black Ice?