“She was watching her neighbor. Her neighbor was watching her back. Neither of them knew the worst was already inside.”
You tell yourself you're just curious. You tell yourself it's research. You tell yourself the woman across the street is hiding something — and maybe she is. But what happens when the story you've been telling yourself is the most dangerous fiction of all?
Mara is a freelance writer, recently divorced, working from home in a quiet suburban neighborhood where nothing ever happens. Then Diana moves in across the street — polished, magnetic, effortlessly perfect — and Mara can't look away. She starts keeping notes. Then photographs. Then a file. She calls it research. The reader will call it something else.
Told entirely through Mara's razor-sharp, unreliable first-person voice, The Glass Neighbor alternates between present-day obsession and journal entries from six months earlier — entries that slowly, devastatingly begin to contradict everything Mara has told us. With two seismic plot reversals and a final page that recontextualizes the entire novel, this is a psychological thriller for readers who want to be genuinely surprised — and who will immediately flip back to page one to find every clue they missed.