I can’t remember the last time I had to work so hard not to read the last page before the ending—which is something I don’t normally do anyway, unless of course I’ve decided beyond a shadow of a doubt that I won’t be finishing the book—because I literally could not stand not knowing. I was hooked from the very first sentence on the first page, to the last sentence on the last page. It was that kind of a book.
Tanya is on the run. Again. Especially since her husband fell to his death down a flight of stairs. (I’m not giving anything away. This is knowledge imparted in the first sentence.) Because of her past she’s sure the police won’t believe her and might even find out why she’s on the run to begin with.
In the course of her cross country travels she picks up then ditches quite a few identities, meets several shady characters, and some not so shady but since she can’t tell the difference she continues to run until… I don’t want to give anything away so you’ll just have to read it for yourself.
Well written, a great storyline, a plucky protagonist quick on her feet, and seriously fast paced, The Passenger is a great read.