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Adrift

Will Dean

Thriller

At a glance

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Claustrophobic setting
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Dysfunctional family dynamics
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Anti-houseboat PR
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Obsessive shaving

The author of the “master class in suspense” (Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author) The Chamber returns with a high-tension thriller about a family’s descent into darkness that is perfect for fans of Dennis Lehane and Lisa Jewell.

Peggy and Drew, both aspiring writers, move to an isolated canal boat with their fourteen-year-old son. Peggy is the glue that holds their family together, even as their son is bullied relentlessly for his physique and his family’s lack of money. But when Drew becomes frustrated by his wife’s sudden writing success, he moves their boat further and further from civilization.

With their increasing isolation, personal challenges become harder to ignore, even as they desperately try to break toxic generational patterns. But when Drew’s gaslighting becomes too much for Peggy to take, it sets off a catastrophic series of events.

With Will Dean’s signature “well-drawn characters and excellent prose” (Sarah Pearse, New York Times bestselling author), Adrift is gripping exploration of the ties that bind when everything spirals out of control.

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"Steeped in a sense of impending dread, Adrift is an astute character study of one family’s slow unravel as their houseboat floats further and further away from civilization. Will Dean has mastered the art of chronic unease; I was holding my breath the entire time."

- Stacy Willingham, New York Times bestselling author of FORGET ME NOT

"Deeply moving and thoughtfully crafted, Adrift will consume you. Will Dean is a master at creating moody, oppressive thrillers that are equally as unsettling as they are gut-wrenching, with characters you can’t stop thinking about even long after the last page. A must read."

- Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of SHE’S NOT SORRY

"I was going to say I can’t remember the last time a book has me in such a chokehold, until I could. It was The Last Thing to Burn. Heartbreaking, devastating, achingly beautiful. Simply stunning."

- John Marrs, bestselling author of YOU KILLED ME FIRST

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When I was younger I would burn butterflies.

Holding Dad’s magnifying glass at arm’s length on a summer’s day. The scent of cut grass and wild mint in the warm, unmoving air. It was important to catch the sunbeam just right.

My parents should have known.

It took me several minutes to rinse out the peanut butter jar. I wanted it real clean.

I told them I’d do it.

They should have listened.

I hid the jar under their bed early this morning. I placed their room key inside the jar. Screwed the lid tight.

Maybe they will find it in time.

These past months Dad has treated me like a fungus growing inside the walls of his house. One punishment after another. Mom hasn’t put a stop to it. If anything, she’s encouraged him.

Not my fault.

I can hear him snoring in their bedroom. It is a familiar sound.

Mom never complains. I open their door quietly as I can. Striped sheets from Macy’s. Matching drapes covering the locked window. Dad’s jeans and thick leather belt over the chair in the corner. I am all too familiar with that belt.

Mom stirs.

I watch her.

They had every chance.

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Book notes

  • 🙋‍♀️ Why we chose

    Y’all, things are CRAMPED. You’re living on a tiny narrowboat shared by you, your husband, and your teenage son, and it’s completely redefining how you think about the phrase “close quarters.” And no, you can’t just step outside, because you’re literally living ON A BOAT. On an actual canal. With a man that high-key might have murdered his parents? But that’s a problem for another time, when you have more mental and emotional energy, when he seems less liable to explode on you, whenever that day may come…

    Thank goodness you have your writing—but then again, so does he, the next Hemingway, or so he says. Your nights are haunted by the clacking of typewriter keys as he bangs out word after word, trying to construct the tightest, sparest sentence possible, the literary equivalent of the buzzcut he sports. And while your own writing is proving much more fruitful, you have a sneaking suspicion that when he finds out about it, he’ll be less than supportive, to say the least…

    Reading Adrift is a master class in gaslighting, slowly submerging the reader in Drew’s false narrative until like Peggy, they’re completely untethered from reality: adrift at sea, then gasping for air.

  • ⚠️ Content warnings

    Domestic and emotional abuse, bullying, animal death (off-page).