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 and 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.
Psychological thrillers about alcoholic women witnessing a crime seem to be all the rage these days. This one took a little effort to become invested, and for a while, I was considering whether to continue or not. But once the foundation is laid, it all crumbles very quickly.
I can see this story being frustrating for readers who try to look ahead and figure out mysteries for themselves. As someone who’s happy to go along for the ride, I enjoyed the quick succession of twists and turns as I reached the end. Having everything I assumed to be fact dismantled over and over again certainly kept me interested.
This ended up being a fun, easy read. I won’t pretend it’s a particularly unique plot, but Finn is an excellent hand at suspense and character.