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.
Anna Fox, our main character, is a child psychologist who is dealing with a disorder herself, agoraphobia, a fear of open spaces. Anna is our only narrator and it is set up as almost a journal, the days are all dated and some are short, say if she falls asleep, and some are pretty lengthy. I was hoping for a little more horror in this book and found the ending to be pretty mild, but overall I enjoyed the book.
As one would probably do if stuck indoors all day, Anna becomes interested in her neighbours, spying on them and learning their habits. Anna is also battling a relationship with alcohol, she consumes almost two bottles of wine a day to herself, and is constantly forgetting whether or not she has taken her medication. As she lives alone in a big townhouse in New York, I started to feel sorry for her, and felt as though her spying on the neighbours brought some form of comfort to her.
I really enjoyed the twist ending but wish it was built up a little bit more. There weren’t many clues leading up to it, something I love about thrillers, and felt as though we were sort of dropped into the plot twist rather than eased into it. I gave this book a three star rating as I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, it did exactly what I expected it to do, but I do wish it had a little more of a creepy element to it.