The Drowning Kind
reviewed by Chris Carroll
Jennifer McMahon tells a story that’s going to make it tough to sleep when you close the cover. The Drowning Kind is a story that crosses generations and one you will remember – every time you go for a swim.
A social worker misses calls from her sister, only to later find her dead, drowned in a pool. What comes next will get your flesh to tingling and send a nagging twitch down the back of your neck, just like the author intended. The story is reminiscent of the creepy stories told around the campfire or at sleepovers with friends, the ones where you try to scare everybody, just to see them shiver.
The Drowning Kind is told from different perspectives and in two different timeframes. One from the 1920s to 30s and the other from today. We get the beginning of the story in slow drip’s scattered throughout the book. It balances with the story told in present day. When the two finally blend, the result is definitely not expected. A surprise awaits, and a creepy one at that.
McMahon loads this story with psychological twists, psychosis, foreshadowing, the paranormal, and the all-around creep factor. She weaves a magnificent narrative that sucks you in, while clutching at your breath. Could any of it be true? Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe it is a story told around the campfire or in the family generational history. However, this is one book you must read to decide for yourself.