Reviewed by Ambrea
“Everyone
knows a couple like Jack and Grace. He
has looks and wealth; she has charm and elegance. He’s a dedicated attorney who has never lost
a case; she’s a flawless homemaker and a masterful gardener and cook, and she
dotes on her disabled younger sister.
[…] You might not want to like
them, but you do,” reads the cover. Jack
and Grace Angel sound like the perfect couple:
beautiful, sophisticated, enchanting, gracious. It’s hard not to like them with their perfect
house, their perfect dinner parties, their perfect marriage—except looks can be
deceiving.
Jack
isn’t the affable gentleman he claims to be, neither is he the doting husband
nor the charming romantic who whisked Grace away to Thailand for their
honeymoon; in fact, Grace knows better. She knows what Jack is like when the shades
are pulled and the doors are locked. She
knows what he’s after, like she knows he’ll stop at nothing to get it, even if
it means destroying her in the process.
Left with no alternative, Grace knows she has to get out.
In
Behind Closed Doors, B.A. Paris
conjures a breathlessly thrilling and terrifyingly chilling novel. I found it purely by accident when I glanced
through a stack of newly cataloged books—and I was hooked by the first
page. Honestly, I was probably caught a
little earlier than that when I skimmed the jacket cover and discovered an
absolute gem of a review on the back from Publishers
Weekly, which reads:
“Appearances
can be deceiving[.] Terror is
contagious…and impending peril creates a ticking clock that propels this
claustrophobic cat-and-mouse tale toward is grisly, gratifying conclusion.”
It
made the novel sound slightly scandalous, and more than a little
terrifying. I couldn’t wait to dive in.
The
plot is a simple, straightforward affair.
At its core, Behind Closed Doors
is a survival story; however, it hinges upon the suspense which the author carefully
builds as she peels back the layers of Grace’s story and reveals the monster
behind Jack’s angelic façade. (See what
I did there, huh?) It’s a psychological
thriller, and it’s a wonderful book.
Personally,
I enjoyed reading Grace’s narrative.
She’s an eloquent narrator who evokes quick emotional responses, because
it feels like she could be anyone—a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a
coworker you only have the opportunity to talk with at lunch. Literally, anyone—and it’s so easy to get wrapped up in her story, to feel her
gut-wrenching desperation and her dwindling feelings of hope. She’s a sympathetic character, a victim of terror
and abuse, but she’s not helpless. I
liked that Grace can think for herself, that she can plot and plan, and, more
to the point, that she poised to rescue herself.
Despite
my affection for Grace, I have to say that Behind
Closed Doors made me feel a lot of emotions—and very few of them were
good. If it isn’t obvious from the novel
summary, Grace’s husband, Jack, is not a good person; in fact, he is, as she
characterizes, a monster and I utterly despised him. Even in the first chapter, in which Grace
seems intentionally vague about her relationship with Jack, I had the feeling
that all was not well. There were red
flags that made me perk up, that made me wonder, and I couldn’t help think,
“Something isn’t right here.”
Well,
something definitely isn’t right.
As
the story progressed, things went from bad to worse. Listening to Grace’s story, watching with
appalled fascination as her terrible ordeal unfolded, I couldn’t help feeling
very strongly that Jack needed to die.
Honestly, Behind Closed Doors
made me feel very violent, like abnormally
violent. I couldn’t stand Jack—and
it’s all because of an incident with a dog.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I felt so bad for Grace and her sister,
Millie, and the psychological terror they must have endured; however, I was
absolutely heartbroken for the dog.
I
realize something of this nature had to happen to sell the book, so to
speak. It was just one more way of
convincing the reader that Jack is horrible, heartless, depraved and, in a
word, evil. But I just couldn’t handle it. I can’t stand when animals are hurt or killed
in books. My little heart just can’t
take it. Besides which, I have quickly
realized I am not a nice person when
something bad happens to a dog.
I
wished all manner of terrible things on Jack.
I even had to skip to the end of the book and find out the conclusion,
so I could reassure myself that I wasn’t setting myself up for complete and
utter devastation. I don’t want to ruin
the ending, so I won’t go into detail, but I will say that the book blurb was
right: Behind Closed Doors has a grisly but oh, so satisfying ending. Truthfully, I don’t believe I’ve ever been so
relieved by the conclusion of a novel.
That final chapter was so very, very gratifying—one might even call it
cathartic.
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