The most terrifying monsters don’t lurk in the shadows. They sit across the dinner table, smiling…
Behind the polished doors of a lavish Park Avenue apartment, an elite dinner party unfolds—sophisticated guests, exotic food and exquisite wine. But beneath the gleaming chandeliers, something far more sinister is at play.
Cornelia Langford, the enigmatic hostess, is a woman of chilling intellect and a master of control. Her guests—some friends, some strangers—arrive for an evening of indulgence.
As the night progresses, tensions begin to simmer when one of the visitors never appears. And as the guests start connecting the dots, the horrifying truth is revealed…
What happens when the facade of refinement shatters?
And what happens when manipulation turns to murder?
A slow-burning, intoxicating descent into horror, Silk is a psychological thriller that will haunt you long after the final page.
I kept thinking Alfred Hitchcock as I listened to this audibook. Needless to say, this would definitely make a good movie! I'm hoping there will be a sequel.
Welcome to Silk—where elegance is weaponized, wine is poured like foreplay, and murder is executed with the poise of a Vogue cover girl. Scarlett Bergman didn’t write a thriller. No, darling. She served up a five-course psychological banquet with a silk-scarf finish, and every bite is laced with poison.
Our high priestess of posh, Cornelia Langford, is like if Martha Stewart and Lady Macbeth had a baby raised by Anna Wintour. She’s rich, refined, and has more red flags than a Formula 1 pit stop. Her apartment? Aesthetically immaculate. Her manners? Crisp as bone china. Her hobbies? Well… let’s just say they’re more Hannibal than Home & Garden.
Then there’s Pippa—the human equivalent of a trembling tea saucer—who tags along like a devoted spaniel in Prada. Their dynamic is a masterclass in manipulation, dominance, and the slow, excruciating collapse of boundaries. You’ll scream “blink twice if you’re in danger,” but Pippa’s so deep in her mommy-worship spiral, she might just monogram the silk scarf Cornelia uses to… well, you’ll see.
Scarlett Bergman writes with a flair that is intoxicating and laced with menace. Every line drips with sensuality and threat, like Dom Pérignon poured over a knife’s edge. The prose is luxurious and slow, almost too slow at times—this book sips, not gulps. But when it hits, it hits. The moments of violence are horrifyingly intimate, like couture-clad crimes that leave no blood but plenty of bruises on your psyche.
Spice Level: Mild. This book seduces with power, not skin. There’s tension, charged glances, and the kind of emotional domination that could turn a therapy session into a séance.
Final Thoughts:
Silk isn’t your average thriller—it’s a devil in Dior. You’ll be mesmerized, disturbed, and left wondering if Cornelia’s signature scent is Chanel No. 5 or just straight-up evil. It’s not for the faint of heart or the impatient reader. But if you like your stories slow, sinister, and served with an ice-cold brandy? Darling, pull up a chair.
Silk had some really dark and fascinating concepts, and I kept thinking it would make an incredible movie. Jennifer Pickens’s narration was, as always, excellent and really elevated the story.
That said, the execution didn’t totally work for me. I think it was a mix of the shifting points of view, little character development, and a tendency to rely on the same descriptive words over and over. The bones of the story are pretty strong, but I just wanted a bit more nuance and depth in how it was told.
Cornelia Langford, a NYC socialite, hosts a dinner party for a few close friends. She had ulterior motives for this party. As the night goes on, one guest doesn’t show up and they all are wondering why. There was so much symbolism in the story and the scenes were written so vividly that you thought you were at the party yourself. Although I guessed early on what was happening, it was such a slow and intense burn getting there and culminated into a wonderful ending…one that may spark a sequel?
If I read "smile didn't reach her/his eyes", "balanced her wineglass effortlessly" or someone gripping their wine glass so tightly they threaten to shatter it one more time I stg I'm going to lose it.