No Tomorrow (Killing Eve, #2) by Luke Jennings

By book two, you become strangely accustomed to the uncanny valley effect between the story and its TV adaptation. Jennings’ novels are different, his characters are different … yet all too familiar.
The thing is, I enjoy it, all of it, too much. I’d read the books on their own, never seeing the TV show and enjoy them, too. They are likely the only spy fiction I ever liked. And yes, I’d read it just for Villanelle, but objectively, Jennings is just a good writer. These books are genuinely exciting and thrilling, something you don’t often find in thrillers, ironically enough.
The narrative is dynamic, succinct, elegant, even. It suits its mesmerizing protagonist to a murderous tee.
And I’ve really enjoyed comparing the source material and its adaptation, especially since this book came out after BBC began airing the show.
Jennings probably had an option to veer closer to the TV show but chose to pursue the same direction he laid out in book one. Things get crazier and crazier for the story’s protagonists as the world closes in on them, right until a stunning ending. Prison scene mid-book takes the cake for white-knuckling second place.
Unputdownable, bullet speed ride straight into the night from a world where it makes perfect sense to live like there’s no tomorrow. Loved it. On to book three.