Big thanks to the publisher for granting me an ARC of this book. I wish I could offer a more positive review, but I found the story repetitive, farfetched, and not at all thrilling.
The protagonist, Nell, is an extremely unsympathetic character: self-absorbed, hysterical, naive. In her early 20s, Nell (who at the time goes by Elle) believes she knows who kidnapped and killed a young American woman. Despite warnings from the police, she begins stalking the "suspect," which leads to tragedy: two men dead, two families destroyed.
The past showcases a woman seeped in madness and obsession. Nell loses her job, her boyfriend, her friends, all because she's certain (with no proof whatsoever, indeed with claims to the contrary) that a man got away with murder.
The problem is that Nell hasn't learned a damn thing. Fast forward a few years: Nell is now 36 and lives a quiet life. She works at a charity (something to do with helping the disadvantaged) and keeps to herself. Nell believes she's being followed, so in essence the one-time hunter becomes the prey.
She assumes she knows who's targeting her (once again with no evidence) but doesn't do a damn thing about it besides sleeping on the couch (because that's so much safer) and double-checking that her windows and doors are locked.
Wait, my bad: At one point, Nell stands in her bedroom window holding a knife and mouths, I'm waiting for you like a terrible parody of an 80s slasher film. Was this scene supposed to be creepy? Scary? Not sure, but it made me laugh.
Besides hating on Nell, I have a slew of additional grievances:
We are led to believe there is a connection between the past and the present; that connection never gels.
Nell's romance with a Franco-American named Alex takes over the plot. I didn't sign up to read a bodice ripper, and while the sex was kept off page for the most part, it still felt gratuitous and distracting. Nell lurves Alex so much, but she also believes he might be a killer. Like, girl, why are you with him then?
Alex has this whole backstory with a mysterious job and a 20-year-old son who's arrested for possession of cannabis. Okay, and this is relevant because? Beyond that, he has no personality whatsoever.
A secondary character dies (in a completely OTT fashion), but everyone moves on within five minutes, including the parter of the deceased. Yeah, that's not how grief works.
The chapters, in italics, from the stalker's POV are hella cringe. Each one ends with, "We won't be [insert random, mundane phrase here], when I kill you." E.g., We won't be doing crosswords, when I kill you; we'll hardly be discussing our favorite perfumes, when I kill you; we'll hardly be discussing our favorite pastries, when I kill you.
This was so painfully awkward, I found myself making a grimace face every time.
In an effort to keep the suspense going, the author refers to the stalker with the gender-neutral they, which is odd since Nell is certain her stalker is a man and would have naturally thought of the stalker as he.
The author's clumsy attempt at obfuscation was a dead giveaway, and I guessed the identity of the stalker long before Nell figured it out.
Speaking of the stalker, what was the point of the stalking if the objective was to get rid of Nell as quickly as possible? The stalker wastes so much time and energy sneaking around in a ninja outfit, hiding under Nell's bed, picking locks, writing in a notebook. Why not just get on with it already?
The story is set in England, but there is no sense of place. Indeed, everyone talks like an American. Huh?