The Blue Hour

by Paula Hawkins

Women aren’t supposed to look, are they? They’re supposed to be looked at. And if they see something violent or ugly or frightening, they’re supposed to cover their eyes and swoon, they’re

supposed to flinch. They’re supposed to look away. They’re not supposed to move closer, to narrow their eyes and peer, to examine and observe and appraise. They’re not supposed to make of horror something of their own.