Book Title: The Follower
Author: Koethi Zan
Genres: Fiction, Thriller
Released? : February 23rd, 2017
I read this in book format.
I was sent a copy of The Follower in return for an honest review.
When I first heard about this story, I was intrigued. The quote of the front cover got me straight away and I was extremely excited to read this book.
The Follower is the story of two women. Cora and Julie. Julie has the perfect boyfriend, the amazing life. Cora has the opposite. When the two women are locked together in a house, they must work together to find out the truth.
This plot, to me, was something unique. With a very clever narrative and a smart plot, the book will have you gasping and raising your eyebrows. It gripped me from the exact second I opened it and held me there until the moment I put it down.
It was fantastically executed, giving us the thriller, eery feeling straight away. I got goosebumps all over multiple times throughout this book.
I can’t tell you enough that you should read this book. In fact, I could go on until I am blue in the face, but instead, I’ll show you an exclusive extract to the story, to give you a little taste of what you would be getting.
She couldn’t breathe. Her mind buzzed with confusion. She had to get some air into her lungs right now. Her assailant loosened his grip slightly, just in time. She gasped at the air in great gulps while trying to get her bearings as her eyes darted around for an escape route. In a split second, she took it all in. They were in the parking lot on the far side of the station, not a soul in sight. Headlights ﬂashed by from the highway through the trees – too far away to make a difference. Then suddenly her body was airborne. She landed – hard – in the back of a semi-truck trailer. It knocked the wind out of her. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. A metal roll-up door slammed down behind her, cutting her off from the world. It clanked shut. The locks turned and the engine roared to a start. As it did, her voice returned and she yelled with all her might. At ﬁrst only a foreign, guttural sound she’d never heard before, didn’t even know she could make. Then the useless words came. ‘What the fuck is this? Let me out!’ She scrambled her way along the empty, cold ﬂoor of the trailer. The truck lurched and she ﬂew sideways, slamming into the sidewall, which was covered in thick Styrofoam padding. She clawed at it with her ﬁngernails. Little bits came off in her hands and stuck to her ﬁngers. ‘What is this shit?’ She wiped them off on her jeans and dropped down, crawling her way in the pitch black to the end of the container, searching for a handle.
She ﬁnally found one on the far right edge and struggled with it, pulling with all her strength. The door creaked loudly but went up only half an inch. Through that tiny crevice she could see the road passing swiftly beneath her in the moonlight. They were going fast, but not fast enough to draw anyone else’s attention. Julie let go and the door latched shut again. She beat her ﬁsts on it. ‘Help me, please. I’m in here! I’m in here,’ she screamed until her throat went raw, but she could tell from the way the sound refused to bounce that the foam was doing its job. She stepped away from the door, balancing with one hand on the sidewall as the truck bumped along the road. ‘Okay, Julie, keep it together. Think.’ Except she couldn’t think. Her mind ﬂew from one thought to another, none of them helpful. ‘This is not happening. This is not happening,’ she moaned as she felt around in the vast emptiness of the space, trying to focus, trying to get a grip. She patted herself up and down searching for anything that might help. Her phone must have gone ﬂying when he grabbed her. They’d ﬁnd that tomorrow. At least that would raise an alarm. Her computer bag. Gone. She didn’t remember losing it in the struggle, but he must have ripped it off her shoulder. The thought of her paper ﬂitted across her mind. ‘Come on, that’s the least of your problems,’ she muttered, rubbing her face with her hands in frustration. She thrust her hands into her jacket pockets looking for something – anything – to use as a weapon.
This story will keep you up at night. You’ll be thinking about it, you’ll be living through the words with the characters as though you were sat in the house with them. It was shocking, surprising and incredibly well written.
A huge thank you to the lovely Anna for allowing me early access to The Follower.
If you’re interested in reading this book, it is available to buy on Amazon here in both eBook and print format.