I'm Thinking of Ending Things, Iain Reid
finished January 21, 2026
Insane book to have finished right before my shift. I came into this one already having
watched the Netflix movie when it first came out in 2020, though at the time I didn't really
get it and it sort of lost me. So I was already expecting something incredibly disorienting,
a book which unapologetically meanders (my favourite kind) and it didn't disappoint. The writing, which is
from a first person perspective, is atmospheric. The environment is unsettling and for a long
time you can't figure out why it is. Everything is so unnatural and some things are left
unexplained. You are given interludes between chapters which begin to tell a story of something
gruesome which has taken place in relation to the story. Jake, and by extension the unnamed
girlfriend, is an unreliable narrator. Ultimately, this story is about Jake, because everything
is a different fragment of him which has broken off in his deeply vivid fantasy. His immense
loneliness let's him dream about a different reality where everything he does works out and the
only thing he has to think of ending is a relationship. He pours so much of his own self-loathing
into portraying his girlfriend, that even in his own fantasies it will never work out. As a whole,
there is never any downright horror, just
a knowledge that something is going to happen and you won't know if you're ready for it or not.
I wish the ending was a bigger bang. I felt that the stale narrative during the school chapter
watered it down. It seemed reptitive at times. It's hard to convey the emotions of being stalked and
trapped in a dark, open space with no escape, so in writing it can come off as boring. Still, the final
realization that this entire book essentially served as Jake's suicide note is one that I will never forget,
especially being at my desk in total silence for the following hour, sitting with what I had just read.
I think this is the type of book you would have to read again immediately after finishing it, to catch the
little details that flew over your head. Alas, I don't have that kind of time right now.