This is where Ware shines. The boat is packed with wealthy weirdos who all have motives. There’s the icy magazine owner, the smarmy tech billionaire, and a brooding photographer who might be a knight in scruffy armor—or the killer. My personal favorite is the “nice” couple who smile too hard. “They’re definitely hiding something,” I thought, and I was right.
The Woman in Cabin 10 review — The crime of killing and the crime of
Lo plays detective while fighting seasickness and a splitting headache. She sneaks into crew quarters, rifles through luggage, and even breaks into the ship’s incinerator room. (Spoiler: It’s as gross and terrifying as it sounds.) Every clue she finds—a bloody towel, a missing necklace—gets twisted by her own fear. “Is this proof,” she asks herself, “or is my brain melting from anxiety?”
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I won’t ruin the ending, but I’ll give you this: the truth is clever and hinges on a detail you will absolutely miss on your first read. It involves a mistaken identity, a stolen passport, and a very unromantic reason for the woman in Cabin 10 to be there. Ware plants these tiny bombs—a weird comment about perfume, a mix-up with a room number—that explode in the final chapters.
What I love is that the villain isn’t a cartoon. They’re desperate, not evil, which makes the resolution feel both satisfying and a little sad. And Lo? She doesn’t turn into a superspy. She’s still shaky, still second-guessing herself, but she’s also brave in a very human way. You’ll root for her even when she’s making terrible decisions—like drinking a tainted cocktail. “Lo, no!” I found myself muttering aloud.
