The Divorce by Freida McFadden is proof that if a formula works well, your readers will ride the wave. No matter how messy and morbidly entertaining that particular wave is.

Once again, a book convinced me to abandon my sleep schedule. I picked up The Wedding Vow by Dandy Smith as a casual, light read, hoping it will break me past my fortnight-long reading slump. And boy, did it work. In fact, it practically catapulted me past it. I was a woman possessed at 2 AM in the morning, frantically tapping away at my tablet, gobbling up the words on the page.

The Tenant by Freida McFadden made me irrationally furious over something as seemingly mundane as bad smells. I gave this book a solid 4.5 stars, because it did exactly what it set out to do — make me deeply, viscerally uncomfortable. And honestly? That counts for a lot.

It is thrilling. It is juicy. It is mindblowing. And for the first time, the villain turned out to be the exactly who I wanted it to be.