The writing is smooth and often remarkable. ' The Woman in the Window is one of those rare books that really is unputdownable. Hitchcock would have snapped up the rights in a heartbeat' - Ruth Ware 'A dark, twisty confection with an irresistible film noir premise. Hitchcockian suspense with a 21st-century spin' - Val McDermid Maybe two bottles-I've got a lot of questions for her' - Gillian Flynn Finn has created a noir for the new millennium, packed with mesmerizing characters, stunning twists, beautiful writing and a narrator with whom I'd love to split a bottle of pinot. I could weave in more superlatives but you get the idea. 'A gripping masterpiece of storytelling' - The Express 'This is thriller writing of a new order that makes Gone Girl look lame.' - The Daily Mail 'A nifty premise… pulled off classily with book deals struck in 38 territories, and film rights sold to Fox 2000, it is already No 1 on the New York Times bestseller list.' - The Observer Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers ISBN: 9780008234188 Number of pages: 448 Weight: 330 g Dimensions: 198 x 129 x 29 mm MEDIA REVIEWS But friendless, isolated and under suspicion from those she wishes to help, will anyone believe her? And can she even trust herself?Įffortlessly combining contemporary debates about power, love, depression and the isolation of urban living with the electrifying tension of films such as Rear Window, Gaslight and Vertigo, The Woman in the Window is an exciting and unmissable debut. Now she must do everything she can to uncover the truth about what really happened. A picture-perfect family of three, they are an echo of the life that was once hers.īut one evening, a frenzied scream rips across the silence, and Anna witnesses something no one was supposed to see. When the Russells move in, Anna is instantly drawn to them. Her one constant lifeline to the real world is her window, where she sits day after day, watching her neighbours. 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. A former child psychologist, she used to have a busy life, a husband, a daughter. 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.
Two more than I’ve got.Ī chronic agoraphobic, Anna Jones hasn’t left her home in ten months. 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.
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