I have a love-hate relationship with thrillers. I love them when they’re done well, keep me guessing, or have a subplot that heightens the intrigue or the dramatic relationship unfolding. I hate them when they make me stay up until 3am finishing a book, and when I feel things are left unsettled within the book. This was pretty much all of that.
I read When No One is Watching, by Alyssa Cole, with the book club for people who listen to the podcast Dark Poutine. We meet online and it’s fun seeing what we pick out. We have a Facebook group where we discuss books in general and a chosen book each month.
Set in a Brooklyn neighborhood undergoing gentrification, Sydney and her neighbors are caught up in the whirlwind of houses changing hands, friends moving on and losing touch, and facing tremendous upheaval and changes in their homes and lives. I liked the tone and setting of the neighborhood, the undercurrents of grief, change within old relationships, and learning how to grow out of assumed roles. I did not like the fact that so much was left unresolved within the plot, especially as the plot climaxed. Specifically with Sydney’s relationship with her BFF.
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