The Wife Upstairs

3 in a stretch, actually. During the course of the book, I was in a roller coaster: hm, interesting. Hm, weird. hm, trying too hard. hm, seriously? I mean, sometimes thriller authors do seem to go a little further than they could in an apparent attempt to surprise readers. In the end, I was almost confused. I mean, is everyone here a villain? and not the everyday kind: the soap opera, throw you over the stairs kind. Come on! Still, it was not badly written, despite some inconsistencies that nagged at me (even stupid things like the fact that even though she had not that many friends the boyfriend seemed to find her - and write from seven different phones... - or the fact that despite always wearing black make up she had none in her purse), I liked the ending - presented some closure, even if a bit soapy.