Almost too thin to be called a novella, Black Water didn't take long for me to finish.
I had spontaneously picked it up in my local library, maybe its thinness being the judge of character in that decision. (80 books in a year is pretty much for me, so I got to tweak my chances a little bit).
When I read the premise of this novel and I delved a bit deeper in the true story upon which this story is based upon, I was curious and expected quite a good tale.
Sorry to say that I was disappointed.
The story lacked any emotion. Maybe if I had firsthand knowledge about the accident, that I would think differently, but the way Oates paint her picture the last 60 pages were pure torture.
Maybe intended in this way, but the constant repetition which she uses abundantly, killed any flow this book could've had. It made this feel pedantic, instead of emotional and I couldn't feel sorry for the character in the car, I couldn't feel anything for them both.
I was glad it was relatively short and easy to read, because I'd probably not even bother spending more than an hour or two on this book anyway.
