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.
My sister got this book for me for Christmas. It was at the
top of my list because of how hyped up it was. So, once I finally got to dive
in, I was so excited to see if it lived up to the chatter.
This book is one of those that when you finish, you just
need to sit in a quiet room and process it for a bit. It’s a crazy ride from
start to finish and decompression is necessary.
The great thing about The Woman in the Window is it that it
really keeps you guessing. If your brain is like mine, you try to figure out
the twists and turns the whole time you’re reading. You come up with so many
different scenarios that by the end, you can’t remember if one of your guesses
was correct or not. I don’t think I guessed this one, but I sort of half
guessed it. I’d explain but . . . no spoilers.
This book is largely about agoraphobia, so it’s interesting
to get into the mind of the main character as she deals with that as well as other
large storylines in her life. It’s hard to discuss without giving anything
away, but any sort of spoiler would really ruin the reading experience.
There are twists and turns in every direction. I liked a
majority of the characters for what they were, but the cops were a bit
irritating to me. The way they handled things didn’t seem realistic, but maybe
it is. Either way – I was really frustrated with them.
I put this book on my list of Must-Reads!
5/5 Stars
Memorable Quotes: “I step into the hall — the one area of
the house I dislike and distrust, the cool gray zone between my realm and the
outside world. Right now it’s dim in the dusk, the dark walls like hands about
to clap me between them.”
“That little boy would be well Into his teens now, almost
Ethan’s age, not quite half mine. I think of him tonight as I stare at the
ceiling, feeling dead myself. Dead but not gone, watching life surge forward
around me, powerless to intervene.”
“Now the night has my heart in its claws. It’s squeezing.
I’ll burst. I’m going to burst.”
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