The big problem with the book is that the plot is so obvious from the outset. Paris’s psychological thriller is a smug, distinctly middle class affair with a weak and gullible main character who really irritated me and a plot that riffs heavily on GASLIGHT to produce an inferior result. Worse, her guilt makes her forgetful – little things at first but it soon becomes clear that there’s something more going on, something a lot more frightening …ī. Convinced that she should have done something, she’s too ashamed to tell the police that she was there but the killer clearly saw her because she starts to get silent phone calls. The next day Cass discovers that the woman has been brutally murdered. When Cass spots a car parked by the side of the road, she assumes that it’s broken down but the female driver doesn’t give any sense that she’s in trouble and so, anxious to get home, Cass drives on. Then one night Cass takes a short cut home from a party through a lane running through the woods near her home during a storm. They live in a remote house near Browbury in Sussex and although Matthew doesn’t get on with Cass’s best friend Rachel (a shared antipathy) their life is good. Having nursed her mother through early on-set dementia until her death, Cass Anderson resumed her teaching career and has been happily married to the handsome Matthew for almost a year. I earn commission on any purchases made through these links.

Paris from Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Waterstone’s or UK. If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust? Whether she took her pills, what her house alarm code is, and if the knife in the kitchen really had blood on it. Cass Anderson didn’t stop to help the woman in the car, and now she’s dead.Įver since, silent calls have been plaguing Cass and she’s sure someone is watching her.Ĭonsumed by guilt, she’s also started to forget things.

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