When her estranged sister drowns in the family pool, a therapist from the Pacific Northwest returns home to the East Coast hoping to lessen her guilt. Instead, she digs into her sister’s recent life, studying the history (and mystery?) of the family homestead and the pool and springs that are claimed to bring terrific miracles, but at a horrific cost. Can she learn what happened to her sister before the ghosts of the past take her too?
Jennifer McMahon returns with The Drowning Kind, her tenth novel and the seventh that I’ve read. Nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for horror in 2021, the story kept me enthralled until the end, when it kind of petered out and finished up somewhat disappointingly. I’m sure I’ll be crossing paths with McMahon’s work again in the future, and hopefully it is something I jibe with more strongly.

[…] now the eighth of her works that I’ve read. After not really feeling the last book of hers that I read, this was a nice bounce back, with a twist at the end that I did not see coming. I’m sure […]