It’s been a great summer for thrillers that have kept me guessing and kept me turning pages as fast as I can. Watch Me Disappear is a bit different—slower, more psychological—but it turns out that I was ready for a change of pace.
Janelle Brown does a terrific job of crafting a narrative around a character who is most notable for her absence. Bill Flanagan has disappeared, and she is presumed dead. In alternating chapters, her husband, Jonathan, and daughter, Olive, struggle to deal with this new reality. Both characters are beautifully crafted. I especially appreciated how Brown depicts the tension between clinging to the past and trying to move on after a terrible loss. Ultimately, this is a novel that asks, Can we ever really know another person? Can we ever really know ourselves?