You can hear someone’s secrets and their fears and their wants, but remember that these exist alongside other people’s secrets and fears, people living in the same room.
Anna didn’t leave her house for over a year. After a very traumatic experience, she hides in her safe place, her house in New York, with her black and white movie collection as a company, a huge stock of Merlot for good mood and a Nikon camera, that provides her a good focus for spying after her neighbors. She watches as a wife is cheating on her husband, while the husband suspects nothing. She watches as across the street a new family is moving in and appear to be a perfect family. Except for her therapist, physician and a handsome tenant she doesn’t speak to no one from the outside world. Soon Anna begins to suspect that something not quite right with the Russells. And one night she witnesses a crime. Obviously, she is not taken seriously and looks more like a bored drunk than a trustful whiteness. However, Anna is sure of what she saw and she determinate to find out what really happened.
My head was once a filing cabinet. Now it’s a flurry of papers, floating on a draft.
I have to admit that I got quite obsessed with thrillers lately. And after I finished The Last Mrs. Parrish, was looking for another mindblowing book. I was looking forward to reading The Woman in the Window after all the things I heard about it, this book seems to be everywhere.
I did like it. I didn’t love it and I wasn’t overwhelmed, but it was enjoyable and the ending surprised me. I probably didn’t read enough thrillers yet, so the ending was unexpected to me. However looking back at the novel, I think that I could have guessed if I paid better attention.
What is it with many thrillers that have a drunk emotionally unstable protagonist? Ok, I understand that it has to be an unreliable and untrusty character. But why always the same scheme? And why they have to be drunks?
Overall, it was nice, but I people who read many thrillers won’t be impressed.