Paula Hawkins Books Novels & Stories

"Miracles don't exist. And at the same time, Nick, there's no point in trying to do the same things that haven't worked before. Another loan? That's only going to bury you deeper. You need something different. Something new." "And what's the brilliant idea, then?" I asked, unable to keep the slight edge of irony out of my voice. "Since you apparently have all the answers." Paula studied me for a long moment, as if weighing whether she should really say what was on her mind. Then she did. "Gwen." I blinked, certain I'd misheard her. "What?" "Gwen," Paula repeated, her voice firm now. "She's not… what was it she said she did? A digital marketing consultant specializing in rural tourism?"

Or maybe everything tastes like shit right now. Hillary’s name flashes on my phone. I almost don’t pick up. But I do. “What?” “Don’t ‘what’ me,” she snaps. “Do you even remember last night? You called me over like some little dog and then acted like I spat on your ancestors.” “I’m not in the mood for your monologues, Hil.” “No. Of course you’re not. But you will listen. Because I know what Paulina did. That girl’s gone full psycho. That leak? That wasn’t drama. That was war.”