The Perfect Stranger

The Perfect Stranger

Adult chiller
"It wasn't just the teachers.
The entire school was buzzing. It carried from the halls,
rolled in with the students, grew louder and more urgent as they
twisted in their seats. A hand over a mouth, Oh my God. A gasp, a
hand whipping from one person to the next. They were surely talking
about the woman found down the lake."
Leah, protagonist of Megan Miranda's The Perfect Stranger, has
had to make a career switch. As a journalist, she wrote a hard
hitting story that resulted in the death by suicide of a college
professor. She also refused to reveal a source. And there was a
restraining order taken out against her. She wasn't exactly fired by
her newspaper. She was strongly encouraged to quit and move so that
maybe the story could blow over.
Just as she'd hit rock bottom career wise she'd reconnected with
an ex roommate, Emmy, who had ended a relationship and was looking to
make a fresh start. They'd moved to a small town town in Pennsylvania
where Leah got a job as a high school teacher, juggling it with the
online classes she'd need for her new profession.
But la vida rural isn't all that peaceful. First there's the
woman, Bethany, who shows up brutally beaten and in a coma. The
school's basketball coach, Davis Cobb, is the prime suspect. The
police are questioning Leah because Coach Cobb seems to have been
stalking her.
While all this is going on Leah, needing Emmy's share of a rent
payment, realizes that her roommate has vanished without a trace. She
has no useful information to give the detective who investigates. She
is left wondering how well she actually knew the woman she's living
with.
Has Emmy managed to cover all traces of her existence?
Could her disappearance have anything to do with Bethany's
assault?
Could Leah herself be in peril?
You'll have to read the book to find out. Just don't do it on a
night you're home alone. Every creak, snap, and other unexplained
noise will startle you.
On a purrrsonal note, well we're a little over a week from Halloween.
At work we'll be celebrating it next Friday because Wells will be
closed on the actual date. We dining workers who want to will be able
to work in costume that day. I'll be a witch. Right now I'm home and
glad it's Friday. And I'm caught up on my homework. I believe I can
actually get in a Goodwill run. Maybe even score a cat shirt. (Jules)
She loves those cat shirts. Who can blame her? (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to the wonderful Wells crew.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway




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