Review: The Next Girl by Pip Drysdale

Pip Drysdale's latest novel The Next Girl is a finely turned psychological thriller about a paralegal who takes the law into her own hands, taking on a truly dangerous man in the process. Billie Spencer-Tate thought she was doing the right thing by encouraging a woman to give evidence at trial. When it all goes spectacularly wrong, Dr Samuel Grange, a truly dangerous man, is free to harm more women. When Billie is fired from her job she vows to find a way to stop him from harming the next girl. And the most foolproof way to do just that is for Billie to become the next girl. Is she in too deep? Or is there much more to Billie that meets the eye ... 

The Next Girl is an enjoyable thriller about a woman whose life has been shattered and shaped in the cruelest of ways. Billie finds solace in taking the law into her own hands, targeting those who have caused the greatest of harm to others and the results are truly jaw dropping. Of course, a number of complexities arise from the situation. There are relationship complications, things that she cannot easily explain to those closest to her. Not everybody likes Billie's form of justice, and she finds herself in any number of scrapes as the lines between what is legal and what is moral become increasingly blurred. The author cleverly leaves it to the reader to make up their own mind about what Billie has done, her state of mind and whether or not her actions are as noble as she believes them to be. There are also some interesting analogies between her behaviour and addition that work perfectly within the context of the story.

Faced paced and well written The Next Girl had me gripped from the first page. I loved this one so much that within twenty-four hours I had purchased two more titles by the author.

Highly recommended.

Ps I also loved the Spotify playlist the goes with the book. See the QR code at the back for details.

Thank you to Simon and Schuster Australia for my review copy.

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