It isn’t paranoia if it’s really happening. . . There have been numerous psychological thrillers written of late, and I would list this title among the best. A child psychologist suffering from agoraphobia, living alone and spying on her neighbors–this sounds promising. She believes she saw a crime committed in a house across the park, but no one will believe her. Why? She’s an alcoholic who likes to mix her numerous prescriptions with daily bottles of Merlot. She watches old black and white movies of the film noir genre and Hitchcockian thrillers. Do her delusions stem from these? This debut novel is filled with tragedy, sudden revelations, suspense, many literary references, and even a cat. What more could you wish for?
–Sandy, Annie Bloom’s Books, Portland, OR