The plot has a lot for which to thank Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window. This time it’s not Jimmy Stewart, but a woman named Anna, an unreliable narrator รก la Girl on the Train, whose pharmaceutical and alcohol-induced stupors cast doubt on her accusation of having witnessed a murder through her window in the house across the way. She is an agoraphobe, an affliction that keeps her prisoner in her house, and we only gradually find out the reason for this. There is a surprise ending and a suspenseful conclusion, which is quite the page-turner. I thought the plot was tightly developed and the connections worked well. There was a movie made starring Amy Adams, which only received middling reviews. Nevertheless, the book is a mystery/thriller that is certainly worth a read.