From the acclaimed and award-winning author of The Hunger comes an eerie, psychological twist on one of the world's most renowned tragedies, the sinking of the Titanic and the ill-fated sail of its sister ship, the Britannic.
Someone, or something, is haunting the ship. Between mysterious disappearances and sudden deaths, the guests of the Titanic have found themselves suspended in an eerie, unsettling twilight zone from the moment they set sail. Several of them, including maid Annie Hebley, guest Mark Fletcher, and millionaires Madeleine Astor and Benjamin Guggenheim, are convinced there's something sinisteralmost otherwordlyafoot. But before they can locate the source of the danger, as the world knows, disaster strikes.
Years later, Annie, having survived that fateful night, has attempted to put her life back together. Working as a nurse on the sixth voyage of the Titanic's sister ship, the Britannic, newly refitted as a hospital ship, she happens across an unconscious Mark, now a soldier fighting in World War I. At first, Annie is thrilled and relieved to learn that he too survived the sinking, but soon, Mark's presence awakens deep-buried feelings and secrets, forcing her to reckon with the demons of her pastas they both discover that the terror may not yet be over.
Brilliantly combining the supernatural with the height of historical disaster, The Deep is an exploration of love and destiny, desire and innocence, and, above all, a quest to understand how our choices can lead us inexorably toward our doom.
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About the Author
Alma Katsu is the author of The Hunger, The Taker, The Reckoning, and The Descent. She has been a signature reviewer for Publishers Weekly and a contributor to The Huffington Post. She is a graduate of the master's writing program at the Johns Hopkins University and received her bachelor's degree from Brandeis University. Prior to the publication of her first novel, Katsu had a long career as a senior intelligence analyst for several U.S. agencies. She lives outside of Washington, D.C., with her husband.
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She is not mad.
Annie Hebbley pokes her needle into the coarse gray linen, a soft color, like the feathers of the doves that entrap themselves in the chimneys here, fluttering and crying out, sometimes battering themselves to death in a vain effort to escape.
She is not mad.
Annie's eyes follow the needle as it runs the length of the hem, weaving in and out of fabric. In and out. In and out. Sharp and shining and so precise.
But there is something in her that is hospitable to madness.
Annie has come to understand the erratic ways of the insane-the crying fits, incoherent babblings, violent flinging of hands and feet. There is, after days and weeks and years, a kind of comforting rhythm to them. But, no, she is not one of them. Of that she is certain.
Certain as the Lord and the Blessed Virgin, her da' might once have said.
There are a dozen female patients hunched over their sewing, making the room warm and stuffy despite the meagerness of the fire. Work is thought to be palliative to nervous disorders, so many of the inmates are given jobs, particularly those who are here due more to their own poverty than any ailment of mind or body. While most of the indigent are kept in workhouses, Annie has learned, quite a few find their way to asylums instead, if there are any empty beds to keep them. Not to mention the women of sin.
Whatever their reasons for turning up at Morninggate, most of the women here are meek enough and bend themselves to the nurses' direction. But there are a few of whom Annie is truly afraid.
She pulls in tight to herself as she works, not wanting to brush up against them, unable to shake the suspicion that madness might pass from person to person like a disease. That it festers the way a fine mold grows inside a milk bottle left too long in the sun-undetectable at first but soon sour and corrupting, until all the milk is spoiled.
Annie sits on a hard little stool in the needle room with her morning's labor puddled in her lap, but it is the letter tucked inside her pocket that brushes up against her thoughts unwillingly, a glowing ember burning through the linen of her dress. Annie recognized the handwriting before she even saw the name on the envelope. She has reread it now at least a dozen times. In the dark cover of night, when no one is looking, she kisses it like a crucifix.
As if drawn to the sin of Annie's thoughts, a nurse materializes at her shoulder. Annie wonders how long she has been standing there, studying Annie. This one is new. She doesn't know Annie yet-not well, anyway. They leave Annie to the late arrivals on staff, who haven't yet learned to be frightened of her.
"Anne, dear, Dr. Davenport would like to see you. I'm to escort you to his office."
Annie rises from her stool. None of the other women glance up from their sewing. The nurses never turn their backs to the patients of Morninggate, so Annie shuffles down the corridor, the nurse's presence like a hot poker at her back. If Annie could get a moment alone, she would get rid of the letter. Stash it behind the drapes, tuck it under the carpet runner. She mustn't let the doctor find it. Just thinking of it again sends a tingle of shame through her body.
But she is never alone at Morninggate.
In the dusty reflection of the hall windows they appear like two ghosts-Annie in her pale, dove-gray uniform, the nurse in her long cream skirt, apron, and wimple. Past a long series of closed doors, locked rooms, in which the afflicted mutter and wail.
What do they scream about? What torments them so? For some, it was gin. Others were sent here by husbands, fathers, even brothers who don't like the way their women think, don't like that they are outspoken. But Annie shies away from learning the stories of the truly mad. There's undoubtedly tragedy there, and Annie's life has had enough sadness.
The building itself is large and rambling, constructed in several stages from an old East India Company warehouse that shuttered in the 1840s. In the outdoor courtyard, where the women do their exercises in the mornings, the walls are streaked with sweat and spittle, smeared with dirty handprints and smudges of dried blood. Luckily the gaslights are kept low, for economy's sake, giving the grime a pleasantly warm hue.
They pass the men's wing; sometimes, Annie can hear their voices through the wall, but today they're quiet. The men and women are kept separate because some of the women suffer from a peculiar nervous disorder that makes their blood run hot. These women cannot abide the sight of a man, will break out in tremors, try to tear off their clothes, will chew through their own tongues and fall down convulsing.
Or so they say. Annie has never seen it happen. They like to tell stories about the patients, particularly the female ones.
But Annie is safe here, from the great big world. The world of men. And that is what matters. The small rooms, the narrow confines are not so different from the old cottage in Ballintoy, four tiny rooms, the roiling Irish Sea not twenty paces from her front door. Here, the air in the courtyard is ripe with the smell of ocean, too, though if it is close by, Annie cannot see it, has not seen it in four years.
It is both a comfort and a curse. Some days, she wakes from nightmares of black water rushing into her open mouth, freezing her lungs to stone. The ocean is deep and unforgiving. Families in Ballintoy have lost fathers and brothers, sisters and daughters to the sea for as long as she can remember. She's seen the water of the Atlantic Ocean choked with hundreds of bodies. More bodies than are buried in all of Ballintoy's graveyard.
And yet on other days, she wakes to find plaster beneath her fingernails where she has scratched at the walls, desperate to get out, to return to it. Her blood surges through her veins with the motion of the sea. She craves it.
On the far side of the courtyard they enter the small vestibule that leads to the doctors' private rooms. The nurse indicates that Annie should step aside as she knocks and then, at a command to enter, unlocks the door to Dr. Davenport's office. He rises from behind his desk and gestures to a chair.
Nigel Davenport is a young man. Annie likes him, has always felt he has the well-being of his patients in mind. She's overheard the nurses talk about how difficult it is for the parish to get doctors to remain at the asylum. Their job is discouraging when so few patients respond to treatment. Plus, it's far more lucrative to be a family doctor, setting bones and delivering babies. He is always nice to her, if formal. Whenever he sees her, he thinks about the incident with the dove. They all do. How she was found once cradling a dead bird in her arms, cooing to it like a baby.
She knows it wasn't a baby. It was just a bird. It had fallen out of the flue, hit the hearth in a puff of loose feathers. Dirty, sooty bird, and yet beautiful in its way. She only wanted to hold it. To have something of her own to hold.
He folds his hands and rests them on the desktop. She stares at his long fingers, the way they fold into one another. She wonders if they are strong hands. It is not the first time she has wondered this. "I heard you received another letter yesterday."
Her heart trembles inside her chest.
"It is against our policy to intrude too much on our patients' privacy, Annie. We don't read patients' mail, as they do at other homes. We are not like that here." His smile is kind, but there is a slight furrow between his brows and Annie has the strangest urge to press her finger there, to smooth the soft flesh. But of course she would never. Voluntary touching is not allowed. "Here, you may show us only of your own free will. But you can see how these letters would be a matter of concern for us, don't you?"
His voice is gentle, encouraging, almost a physical caress in the stillness. Bait. She remains silent, as if to speak would be to touch him back. Perhaps if she doesn't respond, he will stop pressing. Perhaps she will vanish into air if she is quiet enough. She used to play this game all the time in the vast fields and cliffsides of Ballintoy-the recollection returns with startling clarity: the Vanishing Game. Generally, it worked. She could go whole days drifting in the meadow behind the house, imagining stories, without ever being seen or spoken to. A living phantom.
The doctor stretches his neck against his high collar. He has a good, solid neck. Hands, too. He could easily overpower her. That is probably the point of such strength. "Perhaps you would like to show it to me, Annie? For your own peace of mind? It's not good to have secrets-secrets weigh on you, hold you down."
She shivers. She longs to share it and burns to hide it. "It's from a friend."
"The friend who used to work with you aboard the passenger ship?" He pauses. "Violet, wasn't it?"
She starts to panic. "She's working on another ship now. She says they are in dire need of help and she wonders if I would return to service." There. It's out.
His dark eyes study her. She cannot resist the weight of his expectation. She has never been good at saying no; all she has ever wanted was to please people, her father, her mother. To please all of them. To be good.
Like she once was.
My good Annie, the Lord favors good girls, said her da'.
She reaches into her pocket and hands him the letter. She can hardly stand to watch him read, feeling as though it is not the letter but her own body that has been exposed.
Then he glances up at her, and slowly his mouth forms a smile.
"Don't you see, Annie?"
She knots her hands together in her lap. "See?" She knows what he's going to say next.
"You know that you're not really sick, not like the others, don't you?" He says these words kindly, as though he is trying to spare her feelings. As though she doesn't already know it. "We debated the morality of keeping you here, but we were reluctant to discharge you because- Well, frankly, we didn't know what to do with you."
Annie had no recollection of her own past when she was admitted to Morninggate Asylum. She woke up in one of the narrow beds, her arms and legs bruised, not to mention the awful, aching wound on her head. A constable had found her unconscious behind a public house. She didn't appear to be a prostitute-she was neither dressed for it nor stinking of gin.
But no one knew who she was. At the time, Annie scarcely knew herself. She couldn't even tell them her name. The physician had no choice but to sign the court order to detain her at the asylum.
Her memory has, over time, begun to return. Not all of it, though; when she tries to recall certain things, all she gets is a blur. The night the great ship went down is, of course, cut into her memory with the prismatic perfection of solid ice. It's what came before that feels unreal. She remembers the two men, each in their turn, though sometimes she feels as though they have braided together in her mind into just one man, or all men. And then, before that: fragments of green fields and endless sermons, intoned prayer and howling northern wind. A world too unfathomably big to comprehend.
A terrible, gaping loneliness that has been her only companion for four years.
Surely it is better to be kept safe inside this place, while the world and its secrets, its wars, its false promises, are kept away, outside the thick brick walls.
Dr. Davenport looks at her with that same wavering smile. "Don't you think, Annie?" he is saying.
"It would be wrong to keep you here, with the war on. Taking up a bed that could be used for someone who is truly unwell. There are soldiers suffering from shell shock. Everton Alley teems with poor and broken spirits, tormented by demons from their time on the battlefield." His eyes are dark and very steady. They linger on hers. "You must write to the White Star office and ask for your old job, as your friend suggests. It's the right thing to do under the circumstances."
She is stunned, not by his assertions but that this is all happening so quickly. She is having trouble keeping up with his words. A slow dread creeps into her chest.
"You're fine, my dear. You're just scared. It's understandable-but you'll be right as rain once you see your friend and start working again. It's about time, anyway, don't you think?"
She can't help but feel stubbornly rejected, spurned, almost. For four years, she's managed things so that she could stay. Kept her secrets. Was careful not to disrupt anything, not to do anything wrong.
She has been so good.
Now her life, her home, the only security she knows, is being ripped away from her and she is once more being forced out into the unknown.
But there is no turning back. She knows she cannot refuse him this, cannot refuse him anything. Not when he has been so kind.
He folds up the letter and holds it out to her. Her gaze lingers on his strong hands. Her fingers brush against his when she takes it back. Forbidden.
"I should be happy to sign the release papers," her doctor says. "Congratulations, Miss Hebbley, on your return to the world."
3 October 1916
My dear Annie,
I hope this letter finds you. Yes, I am writing again even though I have not heard from you since the letter you sent via the White Star Line head office. You can understand why I continue to write. I pray your condition has not worsened. I was sorry to read of your current situation, although, from your letter, you do not sound unwell to me. Can you ever forgive me for losing track of you after that Terrible Night? I didn't know if you had lived or died. I feared I would never see you again.
The story is told in multiple POV but the main story revolves around Annie Hebbley, she was a stewardess on the Titanic when it had sunk. She had survive and 4 years later she finds herself in the Britannic as a nurse during the WWI. The story goes between the events on the Titanic in flashbacks while Annie is working on Britannic which has been converted into a ship hospital that brings back memories of her time on the Titantic and meeting Mark Fletcher. Annie has connection and is pulled toward Mark and his daughter Ondine. The story started out slow but it pickup in the second half of the book. The author introduce supporting characters who were real life passengers of the Titanic which made the storyline interesting. The book gives the readers in the first half background of Annie, Mark Fletcher and his wife and why they came to be on the Titantic. I enjoyed the book with its historical story with paranormal mix into it. It kept the story going and I didn’t expect the story to end the way it did. I becams invested in the story and wanting to know what would happen to everyone on the Britannic.
This is a story of disaster, combining the supernatural with historical reimagining, part love story, part ghost story, intertwined with suspense and tragedy! The author takes you along with Anne, Mark, and Caroline on the tragic voyage of The Titanic! The reader learns of Anne’s past, Lillian’s past and what this brings to the lives of Caroline and Mark! Years later Anne and Mark meet again on The Britannic, refitted as a hospital ship! This author touched on so much in this story, love, destiny, desire, innocence, secrets, and revenge! You need to take this journey!
I'm excited to be a part of THE DEEP blog tour with The Fantastic Flying Book Club from March 10th - March 16th, 2020! I received an ARC of this book from G.P. Putnam's Sons via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! In no way does this affect my rating or review. All included quotes have been taken from an ARC and may not match the finished publication. Content Warning: Adult sexual content, Adultery, Death of a minor, Near-drowning, Gambling, Drug use (Cocaine), Illness, Thievery, Disaster (ship sinking), Injury due to war, Body horror, Suicide, War, Miscarriage "The troubled mind can never know itself. That is the sad truth of madness." The Deep is inspired by the story of Violet Constance Jessop, a survivor of both the Titanic and Brittanic tragedies in the early 1900’s. Entwining elements of the paranormal makes this naturally eerie tale all the more so. Author Alma Katsu proves her capability at writing an enthralling story historically based and detailed that subtly draws the reader deeper into the complexities of each characters’ story. Written from multiple perspectives, real-life characters like Madeleine Astor, William Stead, John Jacob Astor, and Benjamin Guggenheim (along with several others), and fictional characters like Annie Hebbley Caroline and Mark Fletcher, add immensely to an already intricately designed plot. The story jumps between past via flashbacks and “present” of 1916 and focuses mainly on the story of Annie Hebbley’s experience upon the Titanic as a stewardess and on the Britannic as a nurse. "For all that was said about the Titanic, how superior it was, how well designed, how glorious and noble--as though it were a person, with a person’s traits--it would do nothing to save them. The Titanic was indifferent to the humans crawling on its decks and would willingly sacrifice them to the sea." On its maiden’s voyage, the travelers on the Titanic notice odd occurrences. When a young servant boy of a wealthy family perishes aboard, it sets into motion a quick and haunting four days before the great ship’s imminent disaster. What andwho are instrumental in it’s sinking is the question that keeps the reader on the edge of their seats until the final page. Many points in the story intentionally make the reader question what is real or isn’t, to uncover what is actually happening with these characters. A slower start allows for vital detail to be cemented for the pace to anchor, then quicken to where the story reaches its revelation. The frenzied increase in the pace parallels Annie’s story arch. In a time where societal change is volatile, women find more of a voice, but still remain risking their reputation by the actions they take. Many times, women, and the restrictions they have and the injustice of some, lie at the center of the inspiration for much of this story-line. In brief, a fateful love-triangle is the focal point of romance throughout the events of The Deep. Adultery, lust, and money also drive many aboard the Titanic, and create problems for many. "They never learned, it seemed. Never changed. You couldn't save them from themselves." This read is enthralling on multiple levels, and will certainly appeal to readers across many genres. Combining incredibly detailed information on the historical, dashing in paranormal, romance, and steeping it all into lore makes this truly an unique read. Vulgarity: Some. Sexual content: Quite a bit - includes adultery. Violence: Quite a bit c
This was a book that never seemed to me to know quite what it wanted to be. A fiction of the Titanic, telling the story of certain crew and passengers? A mystery of the tangled lives of a first class family and a stewardess? A ghost story? The majority of the story circles Annie Hebbley, a stewardess on the Titanic, who meets various first class passengers: William Stead- a newspaper man and expert on the supernatural who has ghosts of his own to worry about; Maddie Astor who worries that a rival’s curse has brought evil to her and her unborn child; and Mark and Caroline Fletcher, who have too many problems to count in their new marriage. Plenty of people have things they feel guilty about, but are passengers experiencing group hysteria or is something more supernatural at work? Between the time changes from the Titanic to the Britannic and the writing style, the story jerks back and forth, and I often forgot what was happening when the story shifted back. It could have done with more suspense and supernatural because the narrative bogs down with characters that don't contribute to the mystery, and few of the main characters are particularly likeable enough for me to really have been driven to find out what was going on without the lure of something ‘extra’ going on. Overall I found this a disappointing and unsatisfying read. Not enough horror or supernatural to keep the suspense going, but too much to be just another Titanic story. Disconnected enough to never quite figure out what was happening until the end, where I was still left with questions. Sadly, the biggest one being: why was I supposed to care? I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review
This book was received from the Author, and Publisher, in exchange for an honest review. Opinions and thoughts expressed in this review are completely my own. The Deep, is based on Violet Constance Jessop, on the incredible survivor of both the Titanic and the Brittanic The Deep, by Alma Katsu An astonishing type of paranormal that will have wide appeal among historical fictional readers Stunning atmospheric prose and exquisite imagery, Katsu captivates the reader in such a way with the history of the RMS Titanic and its sister ship the HMHS Brittanic. This haunting story grabs the the reader complete attention. As this erie tale unfolds you will be immersed into the lives of the passengers and crew. Giving the reader just enough historical details entwined in to her own creative imagination. In 1912, Annie Hebbley, an eighteen year old Irish girl escaping a scandal is eager to leave her small Irish Northern town, travels to Southampton England. Annie than takes a job as stewardess aboard the disastrous, Titanic. The luxurious and decadent, ill fated ship contains everything imaginable for the privileged. Annie Along within Madeleine Astor and Benjamin Guggenheim, are in the mind set that something sinister is going on with disappearances . . . Someone, or something, is haunting the Titanic. And then, as the world knows, disaster strikes. This paranormal infused historical fiction novel is told in dual timelines- 1912 aboard the Titanic and 1916 the Britannic Four years later, hiding from the world within a psychiatric hospital, Annie struggles with her past and all that she has been through. After receiving correspondence from her friend, Violet Jessop, another survivor of the Titanic. Annie has agrees to work as a nurse on board the Britannic (the Titanic's sister ship). The Britannic has become a war hospital ship during wartime. A stark difference than the majestic Titanic. It also has eerily identical layout as the Titanic, along with a deeply unsettling ghostly presence of a man. One Annie thought she had lost, who she has been thinking of is completely drawn to. Readers will slowly come to understand the true nature of Annie’s often strangely odd behavior. The authors impeccable character development is what makes this book a phenomenal book. I was completely engaged with the storyline right from the start and the pace and tension didn’t slow down until I closed the book. What a wonderful read with intriguing meticulously plotted mystery, along with notable researched historical elements. “A ship so massive, and here we are, trapped on it, nowhere to run.” She shivered “One is always trapped within oneself though”
I love how the author intertwines Irish mythology of Selfies into a story about one woman's survival on the Titanic AND the Britannic. What's amazing... the story of a real woman, who honestly did survive the sinkings on both ships inspired the author to write this amazing thriller! I'd love to see, The Deep turned into a movie!! It's almost a mixture of "Titanic" and "Ghost Ship"! Thank goodness, the movie played out in my mind as I read!! I got to choose who played Annie. Annie and one of her friends both manage to survive the sinking of the Titanic... but, Annie finds herself committed to an asylum for four years... it's only by pure chance that her release depends upon her committing herself to serve as a nurse on the Britannic! omg.. you cannot make this up! Oh wait!! Yes, the author DID do just that! lmao. Right? Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... You'll just have to read it and decide for yourself. It's a deliciously wicked read!! I'm so glad that I got to totally savor every word! Mmmmm, Mmmmm!!
It's always fascinating to take a story that EVERYONE knows, in this case, the fate of the Titanic, and give it a 90 degree twist. A great "what if" story...what if it wasn't an accident that sank the Titanic and killed so many passengers? What if there was an evil aboard that doomed the voyage, then survived to doom other voyages? How would anyone know? In THE DEEP, Alma Katsu gives us the story as it is seen through the eyes of several young people who have the misfortune of sharing more than one voyage with this evil. She gives us characters that are so well developed, you feel their pain and horror, while setting them into situations that will keep you turning pages to find out if the good guys win in the end. I'll never tell!!!!
Disclaimer: I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. Thank you to Fantastic Flying Book Club, Netgalley, and Transworld Digital for this free copy. All quotes in this review are taken from the Advanced Reader Copy and may change in final publication. Strange thoughts come to her through the cold: Here there is no beauty. This was super interesting honestly. I’ve never really been one to think about the Titanic, although I know a little bit about the story. Just the basics, that on its maiden voyage, it ran into an iceberg and almost everyone on the ship died. It was a tragedy, and so many lives lost. They even had an episode about it on Supernatural, and boy wasn’t that interesting. Anyway, this book also talks about the sister ship that I really don’t know much about: the Brittanic. Similar in names… interesting. We start off with someone drowning, and we don’t know who it is. It’s interesting to hear the inner thoughts of someone drowning though, and it definitely wasn’t something that I was anticipating. The prose in this novel felt almost magical, and it really kept me engaged from the beginning. I also really appreciated that we got to see some of what happens to women in asylums, and why some people would rather live there than out in the “real world” so to speak. I think coming from Annie’s perspective reminded me of some of the conditions that women had to endure in the UK when they weren’t perfect. Yeah, this book definitely spooked me, and I think that Katsu is definitely a queen of the terrifying. I tried to read this before bed, and honestly I was kind of scaring myself with the content that I had to switch books to something lighthearted before I was seeing ghosts and monsters in the dark everywhere. As a matter of fact, I’m kind of freaking myself out while writing this review because that was definitely scarier than I thought it would be. While I don’t know if I would read more horror novels from Katsu – just because I’m a scaredey cat – I think that she is definitely an amazing author and I’d definitely would read a book from her again… as a buddy read. I’m telling you, I’m still a little freaked out about this one but boy was it really good. Really entertaining and I’m still thinking about it.
Not too long ago, I listened to the audiobook of Alma Katsu’s The Hunger and, truthfully, I was mesmerized by the ominous atmosphere she created. That ambience comes largely from my knowing ahead of time what really happened with the Donner Party, the ineffable tragedy of it all, and the promise of The Deep was that it would give me much of the same feeling. I didn’t do audio on this one but visually reading it didn’t lessen the effect. Was the Titanic imbued with a supernatural touch as the author suggests? Maybe, maybe not, but there is no doubt that the ship’s story is full of ghosts and belief in the occult was popular among the wealthy at the time so Ms. Katsu taking it a bit farther is not really out of line, is it? Even with a sizeable passenger list and crew, there do seem to be an inordinate number of deaths and peculiar events that the people on the voyage can’t truly explain in “normal” terms and then, of course, there is that awful night. When stewardess Annie finds herself, four years later working as a World War I nurse on board the Titanic’s sister ship, the Britannic, perhaps it’s not surprising that she would come across a wounded soldier who was also on the Titanic’s fateful voyage. Annie carries her own demons with her, though, so possibly her memories are tricking her into thinking that Mark can’t be there because he could not have survived the sinking. Then again… Ms. Katsu’s real strength lies in her storytelling and on her ability to bring people and historic events to life. The Deep is a compelling tale that could, if you believe just a little, be truth and, might I add, it’s immeasurably enhanced by including a real woman, Violet Jessop, who has to be one of the luckiest seafaring women ever. Well done, Ms. Katsu!
This book was received as an ARC from PENGUIN GROUP Putnam - G.P. Putnam's Sons in exchange for an honest review. Opinions and thoughts expressed in this review are completely my own. Hearing and reading so many adaptations of the Titanic, my mind was filled with so much info that it became hard to comprehend but when I read the description expecting a completely different story, I was surprised that the main focus of this book was looking into the aftermath of the Titanic of the passengers point of view and not from just researching the shipwreck. The Deep also looks into the point of view of Annie, a survivor turned nurse of the new hospital ship called the Brittanic and then while working she discovers that one of her patients who is a soldier is also a survivor but as Annie and Mark (the soldier) grow closer together, demons of that tragic night start to resurface and the question is can they tame the beasts inside of them and fully recover from that night. This book was filled with fantasy, supernatural occurrences and so much drama that it will leave you glued to the book until the very end. We will consider adding this title to our Adult Fiction collection at the library. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
Is something sinister haunting the Titanic? Four passengers (Madeline Astor, Benjamin Guggenheim, Mark Fletcher and Annie Hebbley) believe something is haunting the ship. A series of strange events/occurrences and deaths have occurred since the Titanic set sail. Then of course there is the sinking of that great magnificent ship. Annie Hebbley has survived the sinking of the Titanic and after receiving correspondence from Violet Jessop, another survivor of the Titanic, she agrees to work as a nurse on board the Britannic (the Titanic's sister ship). The Britannic is a hospital ship and during her duties, Annie recognizes a man. A man she thought had died on the Titanic. A man she feels drawn to, a man she has been thinking about... Alma Katsu excels at blending history with the paranormal. If you have read her book, The Hunger, you will know what I mean. In this book she takes the sinking of both the Titanic and the Britannic to tell her story. She uses real life millionaires who died during the sinking of the Titanic (John Jacob Astor, Benjamin Guggenheim, W.T. Stead) and a woman who survived both the sinking of the Titanic and Britannic (Violet Jessop). She utilizes their stories to tell her own story about someone or something which is haunting the Titanic. This was a carefully crafted tale of a haunting that plagued both ships. I enjoy books that use real life events in their telling. I found myself looking to Wikipedia to learn more and was shocked to learn that one-woman, Violet Jessop not only survived the sinking of both ships, but before that working on a ship which collided with another. Bad luck or one hell of a lucky woman. After the sinking of the Titanic, I would not have set foot on a ship again, but she did repeatedly. But enough about history.... In this book she is but a minor character who serves to connect Annie to both ships. This book is told in multiple timelines, giving various characters perspectives and back/current stories. The paranormal element is seamless and not overbearing. There are little clues along the way that I didn't really connect until I completed the book and looking back had "aha, that was a clue" realizations. Alms Katsu has proven once again that she is a wonderful storyteller who can take tragic historical events and beautifully blend them with paranormal elements. Everything comes out in the end (as it often does) and I enjoyed this seaworthy tale. As the synopsis says, Katsu utilizes this book to show "how are choices can lead us inexorably toward our doom." It didn't quite have the bite for me that the Hunger did, but it was still satisfying. I received a copy of this book from Penguin Group Putnam and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. All the thoughts and opinions are my own.
I'm fascinated by anything Titanic, and I'd read a few titles on this author's backlist, so it was a no-brainer for me to request this book from NetGalley. Don't go into this novel expecting an in-your-face horror story. The Deep is more of a slow burn tale with a literary feel. The author does an exceptional job of interweaving real Titanic passengers and historical events with fictional characters to tell her story. She also uses Violet Jessop, an actual survivor of both the Titanic and the Britannic, in a supporting role as a friend of her main character, Annie. Annie is a mysterious MC. At various points in the story I would be annoyed by her actions, then understand them the more I read. You may also wonder if she's a reliable narrator, an aspect that just makes a story more enjoyable for me, because I'm constantly questioning everything. The dual timelines are blended seamlessly and gradually reveal backstories of these characters. While this novel is certainly atmospheric, I'd personally hoped for more...haunting. Reviewers are split on this, so it's really a matter of preference. If you're fascinated by all things Titanic, I'd recommend adding The Deep to your reading list. It's a slower-paced book, but the characters are well-crafted, and the blend of fiction and nonfiction is done well. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.