Whistle in the Dark by Emma Healey Blog Tour

Today I am thrilled to be part of the blog tour for Whistle in the Dark by Emma Healey. 

Fans of the Elizabeth is Missing have been longing for a new book by this author and now we have a new book and I am going to be sharing an extract with you to get a look at what the author has in store for us this time around.

Extract   

‘This has been the worst week of my life,’ Jen said. Not what she had planned to say to her fifteen-year-old daughter after an ordeal that had actually covered four days.

‘Hi, Mum.’  Lana’s voice emerged from blue-tinged lips.

Jen could only snatch a hug, a press of her cheek against Lana’s ‒ soft and pale as a mushroom ‒ while the paramedics slammed the ambulance doors and wheeled Lana into the hospital. There was a gash on the ashen head, a scrape on the tender jaw, she was thin and cold and wrapped in tin foil, she smelled soggy and earthy and unclean, but it was okay: she was here, she was safe, she was alive. Nothing else mattered.

Cigarette smoke drifted over from the collection of dressing-gowned, IV‑​attached witnesses huddled under the covered entrance, and a man’s voice came with it.

‘What’s going off? Is that the lass from London?’

‘Turned up, then,’ another voice answered. ‘Heard it said on the news.’

So the press had been told already. Jen supposed that was a good thing: they could cancel the search, stop asking the public to keep their eyes open, to report possible sightings, to contact the police if they had information. It was a happy ending to the story. Not the ending anyone had been expecting.

The call had come less than an hour ago, Hugh, wrapped in a hotel towel, just out of the shower (because it was important to keep going), Jen not dressed and unshowered (because she wasn’t convinced by Hugh’s argument). They had never given up hope, that’s what she would say in the weeks to come, talking to friends and relatives, but really her hope, that flimsy Meccano construction, had shaken its bolts loose and collapsed within minutes of finding Lana missing.

Even driving to the hospital, Jen had been full of doubt, assuming there’d been a mistake, imagining a different girl would meet them there, or a lifeless body. The liaison officer had tried to calm her with details: a farmer had spotted a teenager on sheep-grazing land, he’d identified her from the news and called the police, she was wearing the clothes Jen had guessed she’d be wearing, she’d been well enough to drink a cup of hot, sweet tea, well enough to speak, and had definitely answered to the name Lana.

And then there she was, recognizable and yet unfamiliar, a sketch of herself, being coloured in by the hospital: the black wheelchair rolling to the reception desk, the edges of Lana’s red blanket billowing, a nurse in blue sweeping by with a white-coated doctor and the green-uniformed paramedics turning to go out again with a wave. Jen felt too round, the lines of her body too thick and slow for the pace, and she hung back a moment, feeling Hugh’s hands on her shoulders.

He nudged her forward. Lana’s wheelchair was on the move and Jen felt woozy, the scent of disinfectant whistling through her as they got deeper into the hospital. She hadn’t anticipated this, hadn’t been rehearsing for doctors and a recovery, had pictured only police press conferences and a funeral, or an endless, agonizing wait. The relief was wonderful, the relief was ecstasy, the relief made her ticklish, it throbbed in her veins. The relief was exhausting.

‘How are you feeling?’ she asked Hugh, hoping his answer would show her how to react, how to behave.

‘I don’t know,’ Hugh said. ‘I don’t know yet.’

They spent several hours in A&E while Lana had skeletal surveys and urine tests and her head was cleaned and stitched and some of her hair was cut. Her clothes were exchanged for a gown, and her feet, pale and chalky, stuck out naked from the hem. Jen wanted to hold those feet to her chest, to kiss them, as she had when Lana was a baby, but just above each ankle was a purplish line, like the indentations left by socks, only thinner, darker. The kind of mark a fine rope might leave. They made Jen pause, they were a hint, a threat, and they signalled a beginning ‒ the beginning of a new doubt, a new fear, a new gap opening up between her and her daughter.

The police noticed the marks, too, and photographed them when they came to take Lana’s white fleece jacket, now brown and stiff with blood. There was so much blood on it that Jen found herself wondering again if her daughter was really still alive.

Whistle in the Dark is out now!

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My Review

Whistle in the Dark is the first book I have read by Emma Healey despite hearing such rave reviews about her previous book Elizabeth is Missing. When I read the synopsis for Whistle in the Dark I was instantly intrigued and it sounded like just the kind of storyline to keep me gripped.

Fifteen year old Lana goes missing for four days and her mother Jen, is in turmoil not knowing where her daughter is and whether she will be found dead or alive. Lana is found four days later but she refuses to speak about her whereabouts in the time she was gone and no one knows what has happened to her. Jen can not move forward without knowing what happened to her daughter in her time away.

The first chapter of this book pulled me in instantly and my mind was already racing concocting all the different scenarios as to what could have happened to Lana.

After the eventful start to the book I then found my interest began to waver for the middle of the book as nothing much seemed to happen, the storyline flowed at a slow pace as we see Lana getting on with her day to day life whilst Jen began to notice small changes in her daughter.

The last part of the book picked back up again and I found myself desperate for answers more for the need to solve the mystery than for any care for the characters. I didn’t connect with either Jen or Lana, they had a difficult relationship but even though I was aware of issues they were both dealing with they were not likeable characters to me. The author certainly gets across the difficulties and strains of parenting and the emotional effect this has on Jen. I expected to be more sympathetic towards Lana but her actions made me feel differently.

Mental Health is a big issue that is unfortunately touching many peoples lives in some way and this is covered in this book which brings awareness which is a great thing.

I am pleased I read this book and it had me intrigued I just feel the middle part of this book nearly made me DNF this book.