...a Henry James short story because the ending turns everything on its head when the main character realizes the truth.
...Elizabeth Strout's novel Olive Kitteridge because many readers will have trouble 'liking' the main character.
...Angela Carter's short story about Lizzie Borden because we get all the events leading up to the crime, but not the crime itself. Though I'm not altogether sure there's going to be a crime.
...A Separate Peace by John Knowles because one friend is blessed while the other is jealous of just how blessed the friend in question is.
...Notes on a Scandal because the narrator gets uncomfortably close to a family who doesn't really like her as much as she likes them.
...Muriel Spark's The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie because it's also about a school teacher who gets into trouble by taking her students to an avant garde artist's studio.
...Patricia Highsmith's Talented Mr. Ripley because it shows how much damage envy can do.
...Fay Weldon's Lives of a She Devil because revenge is the best revenge.
This is the third novel by Claire Messud that I've read, so you can count me as a fan. The Woman Upstairs is and is not like Ms. Messud's previous novels. It's darker than the others, more of a thriller though you won't understand why I say that unless you make it to the book's closing chapters.
I will admit, that there were points when I thought about giving up, but I'm glad I kept reading to the end. He's my thoughts while reading the book's ending....
That's not what I thought would happen, but I can see how true that is. It's kind of a nice way to close the story, too. Now the narrator can finally get on with her life. But why was she so angry in the book's opening if this is how it all ends?
Oh, no she didn't.
I'll be thinking about The Woman Upstairs for some time to come. It's that kind of book.