Summary (from Goodreads):
“Finding a mysterious novel at her bedside plunges documentary filmmaker Catherine Ravenscroft into a living nightmare. Though ostensibly fiction, The Perfect Stranger recreates in vivid, unmistakable detail the terrible day Catherine became hostage to a dark secret, a secret that only one other person knew–and that person is dead.
Now that the past is catching up with her, Catherine’s world is falling apart. Her only hope is to confront what really happened on that awful day even if the shocking truth might destroy her.”
The second I heard about this book, I knew it was something I would want to read. I mean, how awesome is this concept? And how terrifying would that be, starting to read this book that randomly shows up in your house and realizing that it is about YOU, and that the story it tells is something that literally no one else knows?
Not surprisingly, Catherine starts to go off the rails a little bit (and even more, once copies of the book start showing up other places, too—to her office, for example, and to her adult son) and also not surprisingly, people start to think that she’s lost her mind.
(And how do you manage to convince people that you aren’t crazy when you’ve been acting that way for days and weeks?)
This book is a little bit of a slow burn but the tension keeps ramping up an inch at a time until finally it’s completely impossible to put it down. (For what it’s worth, though, I read this in one evening and didn’t do anything else. It’s a fun, creepy book.)