When Scott and his wife Elise move into her father’s Hamptons home to await his death in hospice care, he becomes fascinated by the house next door, which is seemingly empty and not-empty at the same time, and the actions he takes to alleviate his curiosity have devastating consequences.
The Winter Girl is a dirty piece of business that makes Gone Girl seem like a romance. I was fascinated by the extremity of the story, repelled by the depravity, and sucked in by the suspense. I’m not sure I liked it, and I sort of wish I hadn’t read it, but of course I couldn’t put it down. The nasty stuff is truly nasty, though not totally graphic–if it had been, I would’ve stopped reading because I can’t take too much of that. But it’s quite horrific and doesn’t hold back.