Anna Fox lives alone—a recluse in her New York City home, unable to venture outside. She spends her day drinking wine (maybe too much), watching old movies, recalling happier times . . . and spying on her neighbors.
Then the Russells move into the house across the way: a father, a mother, their teenage son. The perfect family. But when Anna, gazing out her window one night, sees something she shouldn’t, her world begins to crumble—and its shocking secrets are laid bare.
What is real? What is imagined? Who is in danger? Who is in control? In this diabolically gripping thriller, no one—and nothing—is what it seems.
Let me just start off by saying, even though it took me a full week to finish reading this book, I actually read it in about two day’s reading time. As you all know, one of my favorite genres is thrillers. I love the suspense of not knowing where the book is headed, twists that I anticipate, or twists I expect and then am floored by my wrong assumptions. This book had all of that. The writing was incredible and made this book so enjoyable.
*semi-spoilers, but nothing too deep*
Anna Fox, a former child psychologist, suffers from agoraphobia after a terrible accident with her husband and daughter, unable to leave her house beyond the backyard. She spies on her neighbors through the windows of her home, most notably through her bedroom window. On Halloween night, Jane Russell, the new neighbor, saves Anna from the nasty teens who throw eggs at her house.
A few days later, Jane pops by again. This time, she stays awhile, and Anna and Jane become friends, bonding over wine, old movies, and chess. Jane gets a little drunk and slips up, mentioning that Alistair, her husband, is controlling and loses his temper.
A few days later, Anna hears a scream from the Russell’s home. She looks over and sees Jane with a sharp silver thing sticking out of her chest, bleeding. After she calls for help, she ventures outside – the first time in almost a year – and across the street to help Jane. She collapses on the way and then wakes up in a hospital room to a nurse and a detective.
After the detective takes her home when she recovers, he and another detective survey the house. Their most troubling find is the table left littered with pills and wine, both recently used.
Perhaps she imagined the whole thing? That’s what the detective thinks, anyway. And then the doorbell rings and Alistair walks in with Jane in tow…
…and Anna’s never seen this woman in her life.
When I tell you I’ve never been in love with a thriller book until this one, I am telling the TRUTH. The writing from A.J. Finn makes this book stand out above the rest, and the twists and turns just gripped me throughout its entirety. I was questioning everyone, every reality, and every possibility I could, but I was still floored with the last twist near the end.
If you enjoy thrillers and suspense, read this book, you won’t regret it! As a matter of fact, you’re doing yourself a disservice if you don’t read this book. The way the chapters are set up makes it a quick read, but the writing sucks you into this world.