A woman with motion blindness becomes obsessed with a new neighbor whose husband, she's convinced, wants to kill her.
When Leah Anderson was 8, she suffered both the sudden death of her father and a freak accident—unspecified until late in the book—which left her with akinetopsia, a rare condition that causes an inability to see movement. Desperate to protect her daughter, Leah's mother took her out of school and confined her to their Manhattan apartment. Now 28, Leah is reeling from her mother's recent death, balancing profound grief with hope for this opportunity to claim her independence. Her world thus far has been small, mostly contained within walking distance of her home in Morningside Heights, but at the same time, it's more expansive than those around her can comprehend: Her heightened senses of hearing and smell allow her to track her neighbors' movements and give her access to others' most intimate moments, whether she wants it or not. When a woman named Alice moves into the apartment abutting hers, Leah can't avoid the sound of her sobbing or her heated arguments with her husband. Leah becomes obsessed with the idea that Alice's husband is breaking into her apartment, that she and Alice are in real danger—and that she's the one who must protect them. This conviction is strengthened by Alice's sudden intense attachment to Leah, alarming on the page ("We're like Thelma and Louise!" she says on a trip upstate) but intoxicating for Leah. Tonally and narratively reminiscent of Rear Window, this novel expertly draws the reader into Leah's unique perspective, which leaves her convinced of an imminent tragedy she alone can see. It's not only a gripping, surreal examination of the effects of isolation on the mind but also a good old-fashioned thriller.
Set aside a chunk of time for this Hitchcockian tale—you'll have a hard time not finishing it in one sitting.