Publish Date: 1/2/18
Author: A.J. Finn
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.
I am well aware of all of the controversy hovering around the author of this book. I want to focus solely on the book itself though and leave you to make your own choices about Finn.
This book has been all over the place since its publication and I can understand why. I won’t say that it didn’t have some faults because it did but I really enjoyed this psychological thriller. Ana is all kinds of messed up and it made me question much of the book. She is such an unreliable narrator that makes for the reader to even question motives and events.
I want to say that I figured out the ending but even so, I only figured out certain aspects of it which is why I enjoyed it. I hate reading predictable thrillers and this was somewhat predictable but not entirely which helped in my eyes. I also want to say that the character development was fantastic. This gave us just enough of what we needed without becoming too character driven which is a major plus in my character driven hatred life.
Although it looks like a long book, I whipped through this just as fast as books half of its size. I didn’t want to put this down and I really enjoyed this one just as much as many other readers have.