The Guest by B A Paris

Have you ever had a houseguest overstay their welcome? You know, the kind that makes you start counting down the minutes until they leave? Well, buckle up, because B A Paris’s latest psychological thriller, “The Guest,” takes that uncomfortable scenario and cranks it up to eleven. It’s like “Single White Female” meets “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle,” with a dash of “Gone Girl” thrown in for good measure. Trust me, you’ll never look at your spare room the same way again.

The Setup: Home Sweet Home… Or Is It?

Picture this: Iris and Gabriel, our seemingly perfect couple, return from a holiday meant to patch up their marriage. They’re probably dreaming of a nice cuppa, maybe some leftover takeaway, and definitely some alone time. But surprise! Their friend Laure is camped out in their house, wearing Iris’s clothes, and generally making herself way too comfortable. Talk about coming home to a nightmare, right?

Paris wastes no time in ratcheting up the tension. From the moment Iris and Gabriel step through their front door, there’s this palpable sense of “something’s not right here.” It’s like walking into your own house and finding all the furniture moved two inches to the left. You can’t quite put your finger on what’s wrong, but you know something’s off.

The Cast: A Rolodex of Suspects

Let’s break down our players, shall we?

• Iris: Our protagonist and unwilling hostess. She’s trying to keep it together, but you can practically feel her blood pressure rising with every page.
• Gabriel: Iris’s husband, who seems a bit too understanding of Laure’s presence for my liking. What’s your game, Gabriel?
• Laure: The titular guest and chaos agent extraordinaire. Is she just a friend in need, or something more sinister?
• Pierre: Laure’s estranged husband and the reason for her impromptu staycation. He’s got some explaining to do.
• Joseph: The mysterious new gardener with a past. Because every good thriller needs a brooding gardener, right?

Paris does a masterful job of making everyone just suspicious enough that you’ll be side-eyeing the entire cast by chapter three. It’s like a game of Clue, but instead of asking “who dunnit,” you’re wondering “who’s gonna do it?”

The Atmosphere: Claustrophobia Central

One of Paris’s strengths is her ability to create an atmosphere so tense you could cut it with a knife. And not just any knife—one of those big, scary ones from a horror movie. The house, which should be Iris and Gabriel’s sanctuary, becomes a pressure cooker of secrets and lies.

Every room feels like it’s closing in, every conversation is loaded with double meanings. Paris uses the setting to full effect, turning everyday domestic scenes into nail-biting moments of suspense. Making a cup of tea? Terrifying. Doing the laundry? Edge-of-your-seat stuff. It’s enough to make you swear off houseguests forever.

The Plot: Twists, Turns, and “Did That Just Happen?” Moments

Okay, so I don’t want to give too much away (where’s the fun in that?), but let’s just say that Paris knows how to keep her readers guessing. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on what’s going on, she pulls the rug out from under you. And then sets the rug on fire. And then reveals the rug was actually a trapdoor all along.

The pacing is relentless, with revelations and shocking moments doled out at just the right intervals to keep you frantically turning pages. Family secrets, hidden agendas, and unexpected alliances all come into play. It’s like a soap opera on steroids, but in the best possible way.

The Writing: Subtle Like a Sledgehammer (In a Good Way)

B A Paris’s writing style in “The Guest” is like that friend who always tells it like it is – blunt, to the point, and occasionally making you wince with its accuracy. She doesn’t waste time with flowery prose or long-winded descriptions. Instead, she goes straight for the jugular, delivering punchy dialogue and razor-sharp observations that cut right to the heart of her characters’ motivations.

The narrative switches between different perspectives, giving us glimpses into the minds of our main players. It’s a technique that could easily become confusing in less skilled hands, but Paris handles it deftly, using these shifts to ratchet up the tension and keep us constantly questioning who (if anyone) we can trust.

The Themes: Trust No One, Not Even Yourself

At its core, “The Guest” is a book about trust—or more accurately, the lack of it. Paris explores how easily our perceptions of those closest to us can be shaken, and how quickly suspicion can poison even the strongest relationships. It’s a sobering look at how well we really know the people we let into our lives (and our homes).

There’s also a fascinating exploration of the power dynamics in relationships, both romantic and platonic. Who holds the upper hand? How quickly can that balance shift? And what are we willing to do to maintain control? Heavy stuff, but Paris weaves it seamlessly into the thriller framework.

Comparisons and Context

“The Guest” fits comfortably into B A Paris’s oeuvre of psychological thrillers. Fans of her previous works like “Behind Closed Doors” and “The Dilemma” will find plenty to love here. She’s honed her craft with each book, and “The Guest” feels like a natural evolution of her style.

In the broader context of the genre, “The Guest” by B A Paris holds its own against heavyweights like Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins. It’s got shades of “Rebecca” in its exploration of a house with too many secrets, and a touch of “Big Little Lies” in its delving into the dark underbelly of seemingly perfect lives.

Final Thoughts: Lock Your Doors and Trust No One

Look, I’m not saying you should immediately become suspicious of all your friends and family after reading this book. But maybe think twice before handing out spare keys, you know?

All jokes aside, “The Guest” by B A Paris is a rollercoaster of a read that’ll have you questioning every relationship in your life. It’s tense, it’s twisty, and it’s terrifyingly plausible. Paris has delivered another page-turner that’ll keep you up way past your bedtime, jumping at every creak in the house.

Is it perfect? No. There are moments where the plot veers into slightly unbelievable territory, and some readers might find the constant barrage of revelations a bit exhausting. But for my money, the sheer entertainment value more than makes up for any minor quibbles.

If you’re looking for a thriller that’ll make you side-eye your houseguests and double-check your locks, “The Guest” is the book for you. Just maybe don’t read it right before having friends to stay. You know, just in case.