When a beautiful, aspiring writer strides into the East Village book store where Joe Goldberg works, he does what anyone would do: he googles the name on her credit card.
There is only one Guinevere Beck in New York City. She has a public Facebook account and tweets incessantly, telling Joe everything he needs to know: she is simply Beck to her friends, she went to Brown University, she lives on Bank Street, and she’ll be at a bar in Brooklyn tonight – the perfect place for a “chance” meeting.
As Joe invisibly and obsessively takes control of Beck’s life, he begins quietly removing the obstacles that stand in their way. Joe will do anything to make sure Beck finds herself in his waiting arms – even if it means murder.
As soon as I read that synopsis, I knew I would love it. And I did. The creepy thing was, some of Joe’s thought process actually made sense. Sometimes it seemed like a real relationship. That was what scared me. Even so, I want to see what happens in the sequel.