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The next heart-pounding thriller from New York Times bestselling author Riley Sager follows a young woman whose new job apartment sitting in one of New York’s oldest and most glamorous buildings may cost more than it pays
No visitors. No nights spent away from the apartment. No disturbing the other residents, all of whom are rich or famous or both. These are the only rules for Jules Larsen’s new job as an apartment sitter at the Bartholomew, one of Manhattan's most high-profile and mysterious buildings. Recently heartbroken and just plain broke, Jules is taken in by the splendor of her surroundings and accepts the terms, ready to leave her past life behind.
As she gets to know the residents and staff of the Bartholomew, Jules finds herself drawn to fellow apartment sitter Ingrid, who comfortingly reminds her of the sister she lost eight years ago. When Ingrid confides that the Bartholomew is not what it seems and the dark history hidden beneath its gleaming facade is starting to frighten her, Jules brushes it off as a harmless ghost story . . . until the next day, when Ingrid disappears.
Searching for the truth about Ingrid’s disappearance, Jules digs deeper into the Bartholomew's sordid past and into the secrets kept within its walls. What she discovers pits Jules against the clock as she races to unmask a killer, expose the building’s hidden past, and escape the Bartholomew before her temporary status becomes permanent.
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The elevator resembles a birdcage. The tall, ornate kind-all thin bars and gilded exterior. I even think of birds as I step inside. Exotic and bright and lush.
Everything I'm not.
But the woman next to me certainly fits the bill with her blue Chanel suit, blond updo, perfectly manicured hands weighed down by several rings. She might be in her fifties. Maybe older. Botox has made her face tight and gleaming. Her voice is champagne bright and just as bubbly. She even has an elegant name-Leslie Evelyn.
Because this is technically a job interview, I also wear a suit.
My shoes are from Payless. The brown hair brushing my shoulders is on the ragged side. Normally, I would have gone to Supercuts for a trim, but even that's now out of my price range.
I nod with feigned interest as Leslie Evelyn says, "The elevator is original, of course. As is the main staircase. Not much in the lobby has changed since this place opened in 1919. That's the great thing about these older buildings-they were built to last."
And, apparently, to force people to invade each other's personal space. Leslie and I stand shoulder to shoulder in the surprisingly small elevator car. But what it lacks in size it makes up for in style. There's red carpet on the floor and gold leaf on the ceiling. On three sides, oak-paneled walls rise to waist height, where they're replaced by a series of narrow windows.
The elevator car has two doors-one with wire-thin bars that closes by itself plus a crisscross grate Leslie slides into place before tapping the button for the top floor. Then we're off, rising slowly but surely into one of Manhattan's most storied addresses.
Had I known the apartment was in this building, I never would have responded to the ad. I would have considered it a waste of time. I'm not a Leslie Evelyn, who carries a caramel-colored attach case and looks so at ease in a place like this. I'm Jules Larsen, the product of a Pennsylvania coal town with less than five hundred dollars in my checking account.
I do not belong here.
But the ad didn't mention an address. It simply announced the need for an apartment sitter and provided a phone number to call if interested. I was. I did. Leslie Evelyn answered and gave me an interview time and an address. Lower seventies, Upper West Side. Yet I didn't truly know what I was getting myself into until I stood outside the building, triple-checking the address to make sure I was in the right place.
Right behind the Dakota and the twin-spired San Remo as one of Manhattan's most recognizable apartment buildings. Part of that is due to its narrowness. Compared with those other legends of New York real estate, the Bartholomew is a mere wisp of a thing-a sliver of stone rising thirteen stories over Central Park West. In a neighborhood of behemoths, the Bartholomew stands out by being the opposite. It's small, intricate, memorable.
But the main reason for the building's fame are its gargoyles. The classic kind with bat wings and devil horns. They're everywhere, those stone beasts, from the pair that sit over the arched front door to the ones crouched on each corner of the slanted roof. More inhabit the building's facade, placed in short rows on every other floor. They sit on marble outcroppings, arms raised to ledges above, as if they alone are keeping the Bartholomew upright. It gives the building a Gothic, cathedral-like appearance that's prompted a similarly religious nickname-St. Bart's.
Over the years, the Bartholomew and its gargoyles have graced a thousand photographs. I've seen it on postcards, in ads, as a backdrop for fashion shoots. It's been in the movies. And on TV. And on the cover of a best-selling novel published in the eighties called Heart of a Dreamer, which is how I first learned about it. Jane had a copy and would often read it aloud to me as I lay sprawled across her twin bed.
The book tells the fanciful tale of a twenty-year-old orphan named Ginny who, through a twist of fate and the benevolence of a grandmother she never knew, finds herself living at the Bartholomew. Ginny navigates her posh new surroundings in a series of increasingly elaborate party dresses while juggling several suitors. It's fluff, to be sure, but the wonderful kind. The kind that makes a young girl dream of finding romance on Manhattan's teeming streets.
As Jane would read, I'd stare at the book's cover, which shows an across-the-street view of the Bartholomew. There were no buildings like that where we grew up. It was just row houses and storefronts with sooty windows, their glumness broken only by the occasional school or house of worship. Although we had never been there, Manhattan intrigued Jane and me. So did the idea of living in a place like the Bartholomew, which was worlds away from the tidy duplex we shared with our parents.
"Someday," Jane often said between chapters. "Someday I'm going to live there."
"And I'll visit," I'd always pipe up.
Jane would then stroke my hair. "Visit? You'll be living there with me, Julie-girl."
None of those childhood fantasies came true, of course. They never do. Maybe for the Leslie Evelyns of the world, perhaps. But not for Jane. And definitely not for me. This elevator ride is as close as I'm going to get.
The elevator shaft is tucked into a nook of the staircase, which winds upward through the center of the building. I can see it through the elevator windows as we rise. Between each floor is ten steps, a landing, then ten more steps.
On one of the landings, an elderly man wheezes his way down the stairs with the help of an exhausted-looking woman in purple scrubs. She waits patiently, gripping the man's arm as he pauses to catch his breath. Although they pretend not to be paying attention as the elevator passes, I catch them taking a quick look just before the next floor blocks them from view.
"Residential units are located on eleven floors, starting with the second," Leslie says. "The ground floor contains staff offices and employee-only areas, plus our maintenance department. Storage facilities are in the basement. There are four units on each floor. Two in the front. Two in the back."
We pass another floor, the elevator slow but steady. On this level, a woman about Leslie's age waits for the return trip. Dressed in leggings, UGGs, and a bulky white sweater, she walks an impossibly tiny dog on a studded leash. She gives Leslie a polite wave while staring at me from behind oversize sunglasses. In that brief moment when we're face-to-face, I recognize the woman. She's an actress. At least, she used to be. It's been ten years since I last saw her on that soap opera I watched with my mother during summer break.
Leslie stops me with a raised hand. "We never discuss residents. It's one of the unspoken rules here. The Bartholomew prides itself on discretion. The people who live here want to feel comfortable within its walls."
"But celebrities do live here?"
"Not really," Leslie says. "Which is fine by us. The last thing we want are paparazzi waiting outside. Or, God forbid, something as awful as what happened at the Dakota. Our residents tend to be quietly wealthy. They like their privacy. A good many of them use dummy corporations to buy their apartments so their purchase doesn't become public record."
The elevator comes to a rattling stop at the top of the stairs, and Leslie says, "Here we are. Twelfth floor."
She yanks open the grate and steps out, her heels clicking on the floor's black-and-white subway tile.
The hallway walls are burgundy, with sconces placed at regular intervals. We pass two unmarked doors before the hall dead-ends at a wide wall that contains two more doors. Unlike the others, these are marked.
12A and 12B.
"I thought there were four units on each floor," I say.
"There are," Leslie says. "Except this one. The twelfth floor is special."
I glance back at the unmarked doors behind us. "Then what are those?"
"Storage areas. Access to the roof. Nothing exciting." She reaches into her attach to retrieve a set of keys, which she uses to unlock 12A. "Here's where the real excitement is."
The door swings open, and Leslie steps aside, revealing a tiny and tasteful foyer. There's a coatrack, a gilded mirror, and a table containing a lamp, a vase, a small bowl to hold keys. My gaze moves past the foyer, into the apartment proper, and to a window spaced directly opposite the door. Outside is one of the most stunning views I've ever seen.
Amber sun slanting across orange-gold leaves.
All of it from a bird's-eye view of one hundred fifty feet.
The window providing the view stretches from floor to ceiling in a formal sitting room on the other side of a hallway. I cross the hall on legs made wobbly by vertigo and head to the window, stopping when my nose is an inch from the glass. Straight ahead are Central Park Lake and the graceful span of Bow Bridge. Beyond them, in the distance, are snippets of Bethesda Terrace and the Loeb Boathouse. To the right is the Sheep Meadow, its expanse of green speckled with the forms of people basking in the autumn sun. Belvedere Castle sits to the left, backdropped by the stately gray stone of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I take in the view, slightly breathless.
I've seen it before in my mind's eye as I read Heart of a Dreamer. This is the exact view Ginny had from her apartment in the book. Meadow to the south. Castle to the north. Bow Bridge dead center-a bull's-eye for all her wildest dreams.
For a brief moment, it's my reality. In spite of all the shit I've gone through. Maybe even because of it. Being here has the feel of fate somehow intervening, even as I'm again struck by that all-consuming thought-I do not belong here.
"I'm sorry," I say as I pry myself away from the window. "I think there's been a huge misunderstanding."
There are many ways Leslie Evelyn and I could have gotten our wires crossed. The ad on Craigslist could have contained the wrong number. Or I might have made a mistake in dialing. When Leslie answered, the call was so brief that confusion was inevitable. I thought she was looking for an apartment sitter. She thought I was looking for an apartment. Now here we are, Leslie tilting her head to give me a confused look and me in awe of a view that, let's face it, was never intended to be seen by someone like me.
"You don't like the apartment?" Leslie says.
"I love it." I indulge in another quick peek out the window. I can't help myself. "But I'm not looking for an apartment. I mean, I am, but I could save every penny until I'm a hundred and I still wouldn't be able to afford this place."
"The apartment isn't available yet," Leslie says. "It just needs someone to occupy it for the next three months."
"There's no way someone would willingly pay me to live here. Even for three months."
"You're wrong there. That's exactly what we want."
Leslie gestures to a sofa in the center of the room. Upholstered in crimson velvet, it looks more expensive than my first car. I sit tentatively, afraid one careless motion could ruin the whole thing. Leslie takes a seat in a matching easy chair opposite the sofa. Between us is a mahogany coffee table on which rests a potted orchid, its petals white and pristine.
Now that I'm no longer distracted by the view, I see how the entire sitting room is done up in reds and wood tones. It's comfortable, if a bit stuffy. Grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. Velvet curtains and wooden shutters at the windows. Brass telescope on a wooden tripod, aimed not at the heavens but on Central Park.
The wallpaper is a red floral pattern-an ornate expanse of petals spread open like fans and overlapping in elaborate combinations. At the ceiling are matching strips of crown molding, the plaster blossoming into curlicues at the corners.
"Here's the situation," Leslie says. "Another rule at the Bartholomew is that no unit can stay empty for more than a month. It's an old rule and, some would say, a strange one. But those of us who live here agree that an occupied building is a happy one. Some of the places around here? They're half-empty most of the time. Sure, people might own the apartments, but they're rarely in them. And it shows. Walk into some of them and you feel like you're in a museum. Or, worse, a church. Then there's security to think about. If word gets out that a place in the Bartholomew is going to be empty for a few months, there's no telling who might try to break in."
Hence that simple ad buried among all the other Help Wanteds. I had wondered why it was so vague.
"So you're looking for a guard?"
"We're looking for a resident," Leslie says. "Another person to breathe life into the building. Take this place, for example. The owner recently passed away. She was a widow. Had no children of her own. Just some greedy nieces and nephews in London currently fighting over who should get the place. Until that gets resolved, this apartment will sit vacant. With only two units on this floor, think how empty it will feel."
"Why don't the nieces and nephews just sublet?"
"That's not allowed here. For the same reasons I mentioned earlier. There's nothing stopping someone from subletting a place and then doing God-knows-what to it."
I nod, suddenly understanding. "By paying someone to stay here, you're making sure they don't do anything to the apartment."
"Exactly," Leslie says. "Think of it as an insurance policy. One that pays quite nicely, I might add. In the case of 12A, the family of the late owner is offering four thousand dollars a month."
My hands, which until now had been placed primly on my lap, drop to my sides.
Four grand a month.
To live here.
The pay is so staggering that it feels like the crimson sofa beneath me has dropped away, leaving me hovering a foot above the floor.
I try to gather my thoughts, struggling to do the very basic math. That's twelve thousand dollars for three months. More than enough to tide me over while I put my life back together.
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This book pulled me in right from the beginning. I love NYC and the Dakota building so I could envision the Bartholomew and all of it's spooky and cool elements. This story really kept me wondering and had some really interesting twists. Jules was a person who was down on her luck and really felt like things were looking up when she got the "job" apartment sitting in the upscale and private building, but things changed for her very quickly. She was smart and had gone through tragedies in her young life that made her question things that she shouldn't have questioned. Great book for anyone who likes to read suspense!!
Jules has recently split from her cheating boyfriend and lost her job - living on her friends sofa she answers an advert for an "apartment sitter". The Bartholomew is famous but mysterious and there are strict rules that Jules must follow such as she has to spend every night in the apartment and absolutely no visitors amongst others. She makes friends with Ingrid, another apartment sitter but when she suddenly disappears in the middle of the night - Jules set out to find her. The more she digs, the more she finds out that others have also gone missing and the permanent residents are not quite what they seem. The storyline itself is good but a pity that the majority of the book is slow, little connections between the characters and fails to grab the readers attention. It is only in the last few chapters that the story picks up but then rushes to the conclusion and the time afterwards.
When Jules is offered a dream job house sitting a beautiful large apartment she jumps at the opportunity – but what is the catch? I really enjoyed The Last Time I Lied, Riley Sager’s last book (see my review here - https://www.kindig.co.uk/post/review-the-last-time-i-lied) so I was excited to receive the ARC for Lock Every Door. Skimming over the fact that the title actually has very little to do with the actual plot, I was a little disappointed with this offering. Taken as a whole the plot is very good, it has a really climatic ending I didn’t see coming and an interesting premise – a dream job with menacing undertones. I also liked the damaged character of Jules who has suffered a lot in her life including a sister who has been missing for years which adds to the plot nicely. However, I felt the book was very slow moving and didn’t actually provide us with much to set the tone. The whole first 3/4s of the book take place in about 4 days and it didn’t feel like enough time to set up a believable horror/psychological thriller. The ‘scary’ rules that are put in place just seemed sensible to me rather than disturbing as they are portrayed. Jules, our main character seemed to be overreacting to everything in the first 3/4s of the book - someone goes missing sure, but a lot of time is spent over-analysing the rules, looking up the past history of a very old building and reading too much into every conversation. There isn’t enough horror, if that’s what it’s trying to portray or sinister psychology in any of the residents to actually make her motivations feel believable. As the book is written from her perspective I would expect her thought process to match her actions but that didn’t seem to be the case here. Overall Lock Every Door has a great premise and interesting ending but the set up was too drawn out with not enough plot building to match the main character’s reactions. Thank you to NetGalley & Penguin Random House – Ebury Publishing for the chance to read the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Lock every door, if only that were the answer. I found myself, burning the midnight oil, racing through the final pages of this book. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I read the final sentence of this book, for that would finally put my mind at ease. I liked how the story started out; giving me a glimpse into the character’s current situation and then, I was slowly introduced into the rest of the storyline. Day-by-day the details intensified until I was completely under the books control. What happens when I finally got caught up to what was presently occurring in the book, I really didn’t care, for I was really enjoying the suspense in this book and trying to figure out some questions that I had. This large novel was becoming smaller by the minute! When Jules took the job as a house sitter at the Bartholomew, I didn’t know what to expect. Making $12,000 for 3 months of housesitting was quite extraordinary but depending on the circumstances, that amount of money might just be right for some people. The rules that Jules had to abide by were crazy but again, they were only for 3 months. The no talking to anyone at the complex unless they spoke to you first rule was one rule that I would have a really hard time abiding by. I’m a talker and I like to make eye-contact, so no talking would mean I would probably have to look at the floor so I am not tempted to say something. Talk about antisocial behavior. I liked how Jules found a few individuals at the Bartholomew that she could talk to and confine in. The book just got creepier and twisted the more I read, what was going on? My aunt had a dumbwaiter in her old house and I remember thinking, when I was little, that it was the coolest thing. We used to cram lots of stuff in it and play with it. Like Jules, we had some scary thoughts pertaining but that’s as far as ours went, just thoughts. I hadn’t thought about it in years but after reading this book, I had dreams of dumbwaiters. Thanks, Riley. I loved the intensity of this book. I felt on-edge and as if I was Jules shadow. There were a few storylines twisted amongst the main story and I liked how the author put it all together. The flashbacks which were dispersed throughout the story were short and they provided details for the rest of the story. I really enjoyed this book! I’ve read Final Girls by Riley but I feel that I enjoyed this book more. I need to read The Last Time I Lied soon, then I think I’ve read all of his books.
I am obsessed with this author. another great read!!
When Jules answers an ad to apartment-sit at the infamous Bartholomew, one of Manhattan's most elite buildings, she is sure it is too good to be true and there's no way she will get the job. She's newly heartbroken, living on a friend's couch, with no family to speak of. she is immediately accepted and moves in despite the extensive rules set in place for her as well as the rumors about the buildings dark past. She is quickly enamored by the apartment; the very one on the cover of her favorite book whose author lives in the very same building, and soon makes friends with fellow apartment-sitter, Ingrid, who reminds her of the older sister that went missing when Jules was just a teenager. When Ingrid shares her concerns and then disappears altogether, Jules starts to see the danger she may be in and is determined to find Ingrid and set things right. This is my first novel by Riley Sager so I can't compare to his previous novels but I did enjoy this. I'd been seeing this book all over Instagram and the blogs I follow and I love stories that take place in spooky houses or buildings so I thought I'd give it a try. I wasn't enthralled until about halfway through when everything picked up and become thrilling but when I did, I couldn't put it down. I was hooked on the second half and loved the ending. I really liked that the author touched on real-world issues like poverty and how hard it is to get a foot up when you're down on your luck, on your own, or are starting out with absolutely nothing as well as the disparity between classes and how easy it is to fall into that money pit.
Lock Every Door is my first BOTM purchase, a thriller with so many twists and turns. It starts in the middle (great!) and then takes us back to the beginning, with more and more plot twists with each chapter. At one point I was a little disappointed in what I thought was the answer, to then be victim of yet another, so much more interesting plot twist, with many great aha moments. If you think it is a typical mystery, don’t, may be surprised.
This was such a good book!
Jules has lost her job and broke up with her boyfriend after discovering him in bed with someone else. Her parents died some time ago and her sister, Jane, went missing quite a while ago. But she has a really good friend, Chloe. Jules spots an ad looking for an apartment sitter and she applies. She meets with Leslie Evelyn for an interview and is told the job is for 12 weeks and she will be paid $12,000 in total. She will receive $1,000 each week, in cash. But there are some rules, not totally crazy rules, but slightly unusual. She has to spend every night in the apartment, no visitors, no disturbing the other residents of the Bartholomew, who are all wealthy and some are famous. Jules agrees because she is desperate for money and feels those twelve weeks will buy her time to find a job and an apartment. But gradually she hears unpleasant things about the Bartholomew, and some other apartment sitters who seem to have gone missing. She is suspicious that devil worship is involved, but she is so very wrong! It is far worse! Riley Sager is the master of those deep, dark thrillers, which keep you guessing! I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Love the twists and turns in this novel.
There is a lesson to be learned here – if it seems too good to be true, it probably is! Jules’ good friend Chloe tries to warn her of this when she gets the ridiculously high-paying (for almost no work) job apartment sitting in the exclusive Bartholomew building. Desperate to earn money, however, Jules refuses to listen to reason. Lock Every Door is a nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, what-is-going-on-here thriller. Every time I thought I had some idea about what was happening at the Bartholomew, something would happen to prove me wrong and I was completely surprised to learn the truth. Jules was a believable, likable heroine which made me more concerned for her safety and made it harder to put the book down. I never knew who she should trust (and neither did Jules) or what was coming next, and I loved every minute of it.
There aren't many buildings as illustrious and glamorous as The Bartholomew. With breathtaking views of Central Park, an esteemed list of wealthy residents, and a history that is intertwined with the city of New York, it is one of the most sought after places to live in the city. Like any old building, The Bartholomew comes with its own set of rumors and mysteries. Beneath the pristine surface of the place lies whispers of darker secrets. Don't let that deter you. Go ahead and enter...if you dare! For young Jules, a stay in The Bartholomew has been a lifelong dream. She used to read about the building in her favorite novel Heart of a Dreamer. Jules and her sister clung to their tattered paperback copy of the novel, imagining a life behind the walls of the Bartholomew, a life of wealth and glamor. But those were just silly childhood fantasies. The real world doesn't work that way. Instead, Jules's sister tragically disappeared and her grief-stricken parents died shortly after. Her boyfriend cheated on her, she lost her job, and life just couldn't get much worse. Jules is all alone in the big city. She has no money, no family, and no hope. When Jules sees an ad for an apartment sitter, she eagerly responds. She desperately needs the money and wouldn't mind vacating her friend's couch for someplace else to live. When she arrives at the address listed in the ad, Jules is shocked to be standing in front of The Bartholomew. As she tours the property with the landlady, she soaks in all the details of the place that, until now, only existed in her imagination. She is so enamored with the building that she easily dismisses the peculiar rules that accompany her stay. There are to be no visitors, no staying away from the building, and no speaking to the other residents. These are easy enough to follow, especially when she is getting paid in cash at the end of each week. A few days into her stay, the luster of The Bartholomew begins to give way to more nefarious events. The rumors that have always lingered about the building just might be true. For Jules, escaping this torrid history might already be too late. In Lock Every Door, Riley Sager once again writes a highly original thriller that hits all the right beats. This third novel by the author continues his penchant for strong female protagonists, twisted plots, and a pace that will have you reading into all hours of the night. This is the second book I've read by Sager, and I really appreciate the way lends his signature style to stories that are vastly different from each other. He brings a freshness to popular fiction that is simply unmatched. This novel plays into the horror genre but isn't overtly graphic at any point. I was hooked from the beginning and was completely blindsided by the twisty end. With Lock Every Door, Riley Sager has become a "must-read" author for me. I can't wait to see what he conjures up next!
I don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. The story was so rich and the world-building was absolutely amazing -- the history of the world built within the novel was so impressive and fascinating. The story had an "American Horror Story" feel to it that kept me completely hooked. I read it in one night!
When Jules comes home early because she has been laid off, she finds her boyfriend with another girl. Without a job and no home anymore, she is close to giving up when she sees an ad for a house sitter. This might solve both her problems for the moment. When she enters the apartment for the first time, the interior holds up to what the outside of this old Upper West Side house promised. The Bartholomew is incredible and Jules more than happy when she is hired for the job which is paid more than generously: one thousand dollars per week. But there are some strict rules to follow. When you’ve got nowhere else to go and no money in your bank account, you agree to almost everything, but Jules has no idea what she has agreed to with moving into the Bartholomew. Riley Sager’s thriller got me hooked from the very beginning. I like those stories with old houses in which there are strange sounds you cannot identify and that have secrets behind every door and residents who are suspicious in every imaginable and unimaginable way. The setting is just perfectly chosen for a spine-tingling story and the way the author composed the story, with foreshadowings which give you some idea of what might come without telling too much, keeps you alert and thrilled all the time. I liked the protagonist Jules immediately, she seems to be a clever young woman, with her family background not an easy prey for wrongdoers. You sympathise with her due to her very poor situation and the luck that seems to have come to her life unexpectedly. The inhabitants of the house are intriguingly drawn, quite eccentric but well-fitting to the surrounding. Yet, what I liked best was that fact that when I was sure to have sorted out everything, I had to learn that I was downright wrong with my assumptions. Really some unexpected turns and connections - masterly done! Nevertheless, it all adds up and makes completely sense, looking at the plot again from the end, you see how you misinterpreted signs and easily were deceived by the author. Brilliantly done and well written, one of those books that you hate to finish.
Would you take a job apartment sitting for $1K/week with rules like no visitors and no nights away? (Hell yes! Sign my broke self up.) This is the first Riley Sager book that actually took me longer than a day to finish. I think that's more my general mindset than this particular book. It does start off a lot slower than Final Girls or The Last Time I Lied since there isn't a crime to be solved in the beginning of the book. I wasn't shocked by any of the twists in this book, but I really liked the progression of theories about what was happening at the Bartholomew. Also, never has a thriller made me want to cry at the end of it. I was rooting for Jules so hard to figure out what was going on at the Bartholomew and escape. I think it's safe to say that this book won't dethrone Final Girls as my favorite Riley Sager, but it's a solid read nonetheless. Thanks to Dutton Books and Netgalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Loved this book.
Lock Every Door was my first Riley Sager novel. The story follows Jules Larsen who finds her life completely upside down after losing not only her job, but her boyfriend (and the apartment they lived in). Turning to her best friend Chloe for help, she calls her friend’s couch home while she attempts to piece together her life and find a way to move forward. Then, in a seemingly unusual twist of fate for Jules, an opening for an apartment sitter at the esteemed Bartholomew provides a much-needed financial and emotional reset. But is getting paid to live in a upscale apartment overlooking Central Park a gift sent from above or is it simply too good to be true? Lock Every Door is definitely a slow build, which I know many readers don’t care for. Often, I find the slower thrillers mess with my mind in a delicious way, and this was definitely the case right from the start. Sager alternates timelines, which only further wreaked havoc on my sanity (again, in a good way). By the time I reached the 80% mark, I honestly had no clue which direction the story was going to take. I had a few speculations, of course, but Sager dangled so very many bizarre and often seemingly unconnected pieces in front of me, I threw my hands up in submission and waited anxiously to see where this train wreck was headed. It was just a little past the 80% where the climax and plot twist was revealed and, unfortunately, when my excitment started to wane. A twist was certainly what I expected, but not at all the twist he threw at me. Without saying anything to give away important plot points, I will say that I was not a fan of the type of twist that was revealed. The dramatic and smoldering buildup did not square with the ultimate destination. As many say during breakups, “It’s not you, it’s me.” The fail was mostly my fault, I simply didn’t care for the reasoning behind why everything happened. I’m not sure what I expected, but I expected something more. With all of this said, I think many readers will find nothing but unbridled joy with this book. Sager is an extremely talented writer and storyteller. His prose and dialogue is brilliant and his characterization exquisite. My best advice is to enter this story with patience and an open-mind. Do not do what I did and let your head and heart get too set on one particular direction or another. Let the story take you where it wants to go and you will have nothing but a thrilling experience. Thank you to the publisher and to Net Galley for the providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for a review. I look forward to sampling some of Sager’s other writings.
The moment I heard that Riley Sager was coming out with another book I was super excited. I've been such a fan of his last 2 books that I couldn't wait to get my hands on this one. Well I have to say this one did not disappoint. This story is about a girl named Jules who is in desperate need of some cash. She finds an ad for an apartment sitter job at this very expensive and mysterious apartment building. Along with the job come a couple of rules, no spending the night away, no visitors and no disturbing the residents. As time goes on Jules begins to realize that not everything is what it seems and there is more to this apartment building than meets the eye. One of my favorite parts of this book was the characters you encounter in this book. I was a big fan of Jules. She's a very determined character. She kinda befriends one of the other apartment sitter's and when she goes missing she is very determined to find out what happened to her. In the past Jule's sister went missing and was never found. Jules takes this experience with her throughout the book hoping that the same thing doesn't happen to the other apartment sitter. While she is on this journey she begins to discover the truth about the building she is working for. Another character I adored was Charlie. He is the doorman that works for the building and he is just the sweetest guy ever. I really enjoyed the interactions they had with each other. I feel he really lighten the mood at times. There is another character that Jules meets a bit into the book. Her name is Bobbie and Jules meets her when she is looking for the other apartment sitter. I wasn't excepting her to be as nice as she was. I didn't think she would end up popping up but she does and it was just a really good scene. I just don't want to say too much because I don't want to spoil anything. Another thing I liked was the story of this book. I have to say it was very enjoyable. I really loved going on the journey with Jules trying to figure out what was going on in this apartment building. I did guess one thing but only a slight part of it so when I found out everything I was still in complete shock. I did not see any of that coming. I have to say this is hands down my favorite Riley Sager book yet. He just does such a great job setting everything up and unravels everything so nicely. I really do just love all the twists he put in this book. Also if you've ever read any of Riley Sager's books then you know he loves going back and forth with the past and the present. I feel that it is so well done in this book because you start off with the main character in the hospital trying to remember what happened and then it goes back and forth with this. I swear nothing sucks me into a book more than me dying to know what happened to the character and I need to keep reading to get the whole explanation. I always enjoy those little teases throughout the book. It's like I'll give you a little bit of information but you gotta keep going to find the whole story. Overall I thought this was such a great story. It kept me guessing until the very end. I really enjoyed all the characters Jules met throughout the book. You get such a interesting range of characters that I enjoyed. I did not see any of the twists coming which was nice because I was shocked. If you're into thrillers I would highly recommend this plus I didn't really mention this but it also has some creepy horror vibes which was such an added bonus. You don't want to
First things first, let’s get it out of the way. This book was absolutely phenomenal! When I finished the last page all I wanted to do was talk about it! I also finished this book at about 7 PM and going to sleep a few hours later was not appealing. There are so many reasons why I loved this book and I’m not even sure where to begin! I felt like this book was a quick read. It is 381 pages, so it isn’t small by any means, but the way it was written it keeps your attention superbly. I wouldn’t say I was in suspense the whole time, but towards the end, I almost needed a paper bag to breathe into. You know that feeling you get when you are in a haunted house and you are walking towards something but you aren’t really sure what is going to jump out at you? It was like that towards the end. I had to stop myself from skimming because I wanted to know what happens next. I should also note that I really enjoyed the writing style and I think it is fair to say it contributed to creating that feeling of suspense. The book starts by switching chapters such as “Now” which is italicized and “6 Days Earlier, 5 Days Earlier, etc.” Later, it switches from “Now” and “4 Days Later, etc.” The characters were very well developed and in my opinion, I was really pleased with Jules and her perseverance. As a matter of fact, my FAVORITE quote in the entire book came from Jules at the end: “After she received multiple life sentences, I sent her a list of rules she needed to follow in prison. At the top was this: No nights spent away from your cell.” I know that doesn’t pack the same punch as it does in the book, but I promise when you read it in the correct context of the book, you too will giggle and think of some expletives. I wish I could go more in-depth about the characters, but I feel like any short, abbreviated explanation wouldn’t do any of them justice. The little I will say is in regards to the basic outline of the book. Jules is from a small, dying town. Her parents are dead and her sister Jane is missing. Jules and Jane grew up idolizing a book that details the Bartholomew in Manhattan. The Bartholomew is known as a gothic style apartment building occupied by gargoyles, wealthy tenants, and a long history of strange happenings. That said, Jules ends up at the Bartholomew and the rest is a winding road that I will allow Mr. Sager to detail. So, the best way for me to end this review is with a quote from myself; “After she finished this book, she wrote a review with a list of details she wanted future readers to know. At the top was this: this book was phenomenal, go read it right this second.”
Rating: 4 Stars . I received this book as an E-ARC from NetGalley in return for an honest review. . A thrilling page turner that will leave you guessing until the very last page. The story follows Jules as she gets hired as an apartment sitter at the Bartholomew. What seems like an opportunity of a lifetime quickly turns out too good to be true. As Jules starts digging around in the history of the Bartholomew and its past tenants, her suspicions quickly rise. Riley Sager has an incredible ability to suck readers in from the very first page and keep them interested the whole way through. Some aspects of the plot were a bit far fetched for my liking, but over all a fantastic read and truly one of a kind. . Thank you to NetGalley and Dutton publishing for allowing me to read this ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Jules, recently unemployed and unattached, takes a job apartment sitting in the one of Manhattan's wealthiest and renowned buildings. There are rules to this, no visitors, no speaking to the residents and you must stay in the apartment every night. But for Jules, who has only her best friend Chloe, this is a dream job that pays $1200. Chloe has heard stories about the building. Murders and deaths, but Jules moves in anyway. When Jules meets Ingrid, another apartment sitter, and tells her that she is frightened of the building, Jules laughs it off as paranoia and loneliness. But then, Ingrid disappears... I read this book wondering if this was a supernatural story of some sort, but rest assured, it is not. As Jules researches the history of the building and searches for Ingrid, she doesn't quite know who to trust. She realizes that no one is looking for Ingrid. I didn't expect what the building itself represented or how far people would go to preserve that legacy.
A mysterious apartment building, no visitors, no disturbing the other residents...sign me up for this thrill ride! I was pumped to read Lock Every Door, the third thriller from Riley Sager but unfortunately, this one did not live up to the hype. The characters, the plot, and the pacing all fell flat for me. I kept waiting for something exciting to happen and by the time I had the ending figured out, I was left disappointed and wanting more. The majority of the plot follows the main character, Jules, as she searches for a missing woman she barely knows. While doing so, she stumbles upon the mysterious past of The Bathrlomew apartment building and falls down a rabbit hole of investigation. I had the villains pegged from the beginning, so the ending wasn’t a surprise to me. I do think this book will please a lot of readers but this one just wasn’t for me. Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for providing me with an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.