‘Her husband’s almost home. He’ll catch her this time…
I myself am very interested. Not in her body – the pale ridge of her spine, her shoulder blades like stunted wings, the baby blue bra clasping her breasts: whenever these loom within my lens, any of them, I look away – but in the life she leads. The lives. Two more than I’ve got.
What did she see?
A chronic agoraphobic, Anna Jones hasn’t left her home in ten months. Spending her days and nights cocooned within the safety of her house, Anna retreats into the safety of the black and white films she binge-watches in the company of her cat and one-too-many bottles of wine. A former child psychologist, she used to have a busy life, a husband, a daughter. Now her husband has left her, taking their daughter with him, and Anna is left haunting the rooms of their house like a ghost, lost in her memories, too terrified to step outside.
Her one constant lifeline to the real world is her window, where she sits day after day, watching her neighbours. When the Russells move in, Anna is instantly drawn to them. A picture-perfect family of three, they are an echo of the life that was once hers.
But one evening, a frenzied scream rips across the silence, and Anna witnesses something no one was supposed to see. Now she must do everything she can to uncover the truth about what really happened. But friendless, isolated and under suspicion from those she wishes to help, will anyone believe her? And can she even trust herself?’
I need to stop reading this type of book because every time I do I am left with the same feeling. Disappointment.
This is not to say that The Woman in the Window is not a good book, it absolutely is. It is a captivating page-turner that has all the elements of a good thriller. That being said, it didn’t feel like anything new.
My mum recommended this to me as she’d just read it and she was singing its praises. Halfway through she asked me what I thought, and I aired some grievances that she didn’t necessarily agree with, so I’ll see what all of you lovely readers think.
My problem with this genre is that they always centre around some unstable woman who has a drinking problem or mental health problem or has been through something traumatic. I have honestly lost count of the books I have read that follow this general theme and it is starting to bother me. I know this is a brilliant tool that writers use to add suspense and layers to the plot as it creates an unreliable witness who no one believes, but it just feels tired to me.
I think near-enough everyone would agree that the best thrillers are the ones that are unique. The ones that stand out from the crowd and have a really interesting and different storyline from anything you’ve read before. I know that this is difficult as there are so many different crime and thriller books out there now, but shouldn’t we still be trying?
The ending or big reveal didn’t leave me ‘OMG’ shocked and maybe that’s just my problem with the genre in general.
To end this short review on a positive note, I did think Finn’s writing was brilliant, and I this book devoured it in one sitting so if you are into this genre then this is definitely the book for you!
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