5 Stars from me ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
I had real trouble putting this book down and in the end I read it in two sittings.
Told from the differing points of view of Suzie and, as the story unfolds, Emily, this is one that will have you guessing all the way through.
I changed my times constantly on who could and could not be trusted in this story.
Suzie Arlington was a complex character – a little misunderstood by the reader to start with perhaps.
In among a creepy little psychological thriller rests a glimpse into grief, family relationships and even a little love story. It’s the perfect read for this time of year – settle yourself with a huge mug of coffee, a comfy chair and ignore the world outside for a few hours as you get to know The Girl Upstairs.
Book Blurb: How well do you know your neighbour?
Would you trust them with your life?
I heard Emily before I saw her. The harsh smack of heels against cheap wooden floorboards. The loud phone calls. The incessant music.
I knew Emily before I met her. Discarded receipts in our communal hallway. Sticky leftovers in the shared food waste bin. Wine shop vouchers in the letterbox.
Now she’s gone missing, and I’m the only one who can find her. The only one who can save her.
Because I know her best, and I heard everything.
The Girl Upstairs is a spine-tingling psychological thriller of grief and obsession that explores how lonely London can be and how sometimes it’s our neighbours who see us most, who know us best…