I See You: The Number One Sunday Times Bestseller
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for me. I do have to say I was definitely hesitant on reading this one.. considering how much I loved her debut novel. I was a little concerned since I kept seeing 2 and 3 stars from everyone on Goodreads for this one BUT I am SO glad that I decided to read this one!!
If it's just the two of you. Just you, and whoever's behind you. Whoever is chasing you. How fast could you run then?" Think about all the people being watched-- especially women. Normal every day women going about business as if they are invisible to the greater world at large.During her daily commute to work, Zoe happens to be reading her local paper and sees a picture of herself in the personal ads section. Confused and a little freaked out by it, she brings it home to show her family, and they convince her it’s not her, and just someone who looks like her. Zoe tries to forget about the picture, until she sees a picture of another woman in the paper the next day and then a few days later that same woman is murdered. On edge, Zoe is convinced she’s being followed. I See You is a fast paced psychological thriller that alternates point of views between a policewoman named Kelly who has taken on the case and Zoe, as she asks herself why her picture was in the paper, and is she in danger?
When she gets home, Zoe shares her discovery with her live-in boyfriend Simon and her children, 22-year-old Justin and 19-year-old Katie. I never quite bought into the purpose for which Zoe and other women's photos ended up in the dating service section of the newspaper without their knowledge.
Beyond the Book
I really enjoyed reading the story and finding out how the crimes were happening, but the ending is fundamentally unconvincing. Yes, it’s important to suspend disbelief when reading psychological thrillers, and yes, I did really enjoy reading this, especially the epilogue, BUT if you start thinking about any of the infrastructure of the plot, it doesn’t just creak, it collapses. Final thoughts But has it ever occurred to you – even once – that perhaps it is we ourselves who are being minutely observed? And not with the innocent, idle curiosity that motivates our own secret scrutiny, but with psychotic, intense focus.