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 á 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.
A woman viciously murders her seemingly doting husband. We meet up with her several years later in a mental facility, where a therapist tries to get her to speak and to reveal her story. Who is innocent and who is the victim? The answer isn’t straightforward. The resolution to the novel features a real twist that will have the reader questioning the chronology of the different narrative threads in the book. A real page-turner.
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