There are so many books that have the title the 'The Woman Next Door'. Do a quick search and you'll find 100s of books with this generic title. I was bored and scrolling through Amazon for a book to read and on a whim I decided to download this book, unknowing that it had been published two days ago.
I thought it would be a psychological thriller, or have a murder, a mystery, a disappearance, something!
What I got was a domestic drama. I was disappointed. Perhaps it was my fault because they didn't make any mention of a murder, a mystery or a disappearance in the blurb!
I stopped reading this book at around page 110 of 293. The set up was interesting. New privileged middle-class family moves next door to "humble" working class family. Two different mothers: one a highflying lawyer, the other a struggling out of work freelance writer. A storm which destroys their garden fence, allowing everyone to mingle. Not everything is perfect in each of their families. Betrayal is inevitable on both sides.
The characters seemed convincing at the beginning and, even though the writing was unremarkable and a tad predictable, I could understand each of the characters' varying degrees of desperation as told by flashbacks and scenes in the present. I was even enjoying it up to a point. However, I stopped. Where was this story heading?
Having skipped forward, I was thoroughly disappointed to discover the direction the writer decided to take this novel. Basically, look away now, because I'll be spoiling a significant portion of the novel.
One of the husbands has an affair with his neighbour. The reason being that she is unhappy with her marriage. Her daughter finds out. The families are broken by this. One of them decides to move away from the street to start afresh and many years later, when the children are grown, two of them from the two families meet up at university. The families reconnect and the cheater wife reveals she has cancer.
I was left feeling cheated. I knew that an affair would occur, but it was such a lazy plot device which didn't feel true to the characters in that moment (granted I skim read after a certain point, so I may have missed information). Ultimately, this is a story that has been done a hundred times, much like its generic title. The author could have added a worthy twist or put a unique spin on this silly, plain tale of suburban infidelity. Instead, it was rushed and I ended up disliking all of the characters. What was the actual point of this story?
It was like the writer was too afraid to tackle her topic head on. There was no sexiness, no tension, no lead up to this affair to suggest these particular characters would risk their marriages for a quick fumble in the kitchen. Neither was there any sign of thoughtful writing if she was trying to go for the serious approach. It was laughable.
The author completely lost the plot along with my respect. This is in no way a thriller as well. It's women's fiction. And I'm sick of publisher's trying to market such books as thrillers!
The author needs to work on her craft. I'm afraid that she will not be a writer I'll look out for.