Mrs. March

George MarchΓÇÖs latest novel is a smash. No one could be prouder than his dutiful wife,Mrs. Marchwho revels in his accolades. A careful creature of routine and decorumshe lives a precariously controlled existence on the Upper East Side until one morningwhen the shopkeeper of her favorite patisserie suggests that her husbandΓÇÖs latest protagonistΓÇöa detestable character named JohannaΓÇöis based on Mrs. March herself. Clutching her ostrich leather pocketbook and mint-colored glovesshe flees the shop. What could have merited this humiliation? That one casual remark robs Mrs. March of the belief that she knew everything about her husbandΓÇöand herselfΓÇöthus sending her on an increasingly paranoid journey that begins within the pages of a book. While snooping in GeorgeΓÇÖs officeMrs. March finds a newspaper clipping about a missing woman. Did George have anything to do with her disappearance? HeΓÇÖs been going on a lot of ΓÇ£hunting tripsΓÇ¥ up north with his editor latelyleaving Mrs. March all alone at night with her tormented thoughtsand the cockroaches that have suddenly started to appearand strange breathing noises . . . As she begins to decode her husbandΓÇÖs secretsher deafening anxiety and fierce determination threaten everyone in her wakeΓÇöincluding her stoic housekeeperMarthaand her unobtrusive sonJonathanwhom she loves so profoundlywhen she remembers to love him at all. Combining a Hitchcockian sensibility with wickedly dark humorVirginia Feitoa brilliantly talented andat timesmischievous newcomeroffers a razor-sharp exploration of the fragility of identity. A mesmerizing novel of psychological suspense and casebook insecurity turned full-blown neurosisMrs. March will have you second-guessing your own seemingly familiar reflection in the mirror.