Book of the Day

From the review

Eden Fox goes out for a run the morning of her first gallery show and comes back to a house that no longer recognizes her. The key sticks in the lock. A woman who looks unsettlingly like her opens the door. Her husband, Harrison, calls this woman his wife. Feeney holds that scene just long enough for the wrongness to sink in before pulling the floor out from under it, and the book never really lets you stand on solid ground again. The structure is the engine here. Feeney splits the telling across Eden, Harrison, the detective Birdy, and her sergeant Carter, each one holding back exactly enough to keep the reader recalculating. Birdy's thread, which starts six months earlier with an inheritance and a diagnosis that sends her chasing a clinic that claims to predict death, looks like a detour at first. It isn't. Feeney is running two clocks at once, and the pleasure of the book is watching them sync up without ever quite showing you the mechanism until she's ready.