Two women are watching each other.
Phoebe isn’t sure when the car started showing up. At first she put it down to the scandal around her late father, but she’s certain now it’s there for her. What’s interesting about an unhappily married housewife, who barely leaves her house?
Only one knows why.
Every morning, not long before your husband leaves for work, I wait for the blinds beside your front door to twitch. You might think I’m sitting out here waiting to break into your house and add a piece of your life to my collection. Things aren’t quite that simple. It’s not a piece of your life I want.
When a new family move in across the street, it provides Phoebe with a distraction. But with her head turned she’s no longer focused on the woman in the car. And Phoebe really should be, because she’s just waiting for an opportunity to upend Phoebe’s life…
I devoured this book. It is just the type of twisty, unpredictable psychological thriller that means I still read them, with two main protagonists I engaged with and a beautifully obfuscated plot that changes gear on you when you least expect it.
I fell into Phoebe’s world like I’d always lived there and her dry, ascerbic tone was perfectly done – then there is the watcher in the car, whose motives start to become clear just before the author throws a spanner in the works..
The Other Mrs Miller is domestic noir plus, character is key but flows outwards as the events do. I liked that it was a proper page turner with some talented writing and Allison Dickson has a keen eye for all the human levels that keep the reader involved. The story itself ignores the path of least resistance and does it’s own thing, something else I really liked.
Read in one sitting and for this reader it hit the reading sweet spot. It will be a brilliant piece of television.