Privacy is dead. Cassie Woodson is just shoveling the earth onto its casket.
Reimagining You from a female perspective and setting the book in a (very familiar to the author) world of corporate law, this is the thriller to make you paranoid about what you put in your emails. You never know who might read those and sometimes just one look is enough to destroy a life. Cassie Woodson is on a downward spiral, her father died and some initially unspecified occurrence at her former law office has resulted in her singleness, very public firing and a subsequent media infamy. Now she is drinking her meals and plodding away at a soul devastating temp job. And then…ta da.. a bright light. In a form of a perfect couple, Forest and Annabelle Watts, whose loving email exchanges she ends up reading. The admiration quickly gives way to obsession and soon it isn’t enough to just read and dream, soon Cassie decides to actually go for it. To steal her perfect man Cassie will need to become his perfect woman…Annabelle. A prohibitively expensive and challenging task, btu hey, that’s what credit cards are for. The rest is a different manner altogether, good thing Cassie is so adept at lying, because a tangled web of lies she has to weave indeed. One that’s all to easy to get tripped up in. So You it isn’t. But then again it doesn’t need to be, it has all the right elements to get published and thrive in the current thriller obsessed market anyway. And much like You it does have a certain compulsive reading quality to it. The thing is Cassie’s no Joe Goldberg, she’s just a mess, she doesn’t have a certain psychopathic charisma and she doesn’t get likeable or at least easier to understand until much later in the novel. Much like in You the social connotations are very front and center here, the dangers of social media, the obscene amounts of personal information people so stupidly present to the world, it isn’t as wryly done as in You, but it’s there. There’s also an added bonus in a way of a mystery, a corporate law/potential murder mystery, just so you can get a nice genre prerequisite plot twist in the end. Maybe I’m doing this book a disservice by comparing it to the oh so excellent You. Shall we do The Fatal Attraction instead? Ok, here you go, Just One Look is The Fatal Attraction for the modern age. Thriller fans who prefer their protagonists on the less likable thoroughly unhinged side and their romance tinged with obsession should enjoy this one. Thanks Netgalley.
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