With only some poorly-stocked vending machines and stale coffee to keep them company, Darby eventually gets restless of the idle chit-chat and heads out to the parking lot to see if she can get any cell service. But when the snow finally gets the best of her beat-up Honda, she’s forced to wait out the storm in a remote highway rest stop with a small group of fellow travelers. No Exit kicks off with pint-sized, reformed party girl Darby Thorne driving through a treacherous blizzard in the remote mountain roads of Colorado on her way home from art school to see her dying mother. (As we see in the subpar film adaptation that hit Hulu in February.) And yet, thanks to the author’s ability to adeptly blend realistic, gut-churning fear with jaw-dropping twists, the book ends up being a cinematic adrenaline rush instead of a flashy twist-a-palooza with little substance to back it up. It’s the kind of pulse-pounding high wire act that would likely be fully off the rails a few chapters in if it had been handled by a writer even a smidge less capable than Adams. The plot of Taylor Adams’ thriller No Exit - which is batshit, blow-your-mind, what-the-FUCK-just-happened crazy - should not work.
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