Okay, I didn’t expect to like it – but this book serves up exactly the kind of guilty-pleasure read you can devour in one sitting. Imagine ordering fast food at midnight—not exactly fine dining, but oddly satisfying? Yeah, that’s how the first half goes. You’re pulled into the story quick, it’s simple but addictive, and you can’t help but keep turning the pages.

Overall Rating: 3.8
Plot: 4.0
Writing Style: 3.5
Thrill Factor: 4.2

Synopsis
The story kicks off with Millie, a down-on-her-luck woman who’s just been hired as a live-in maid for the mysterious Winchester family. You’ve got the rich but twisted employer, the creepy mansion, and Millie’s own troubled backstory. Things seem too good to be true—and, surprise, surprise, they are. This book felt like one giant game of cat and mouse, where in the end, the cat forgets it’s not the only one with claws.

My Thoughts
As you turn the pages thinking your detective prowess is on-point, McFadden pulls the rug out like you’ve just walked into a magician’s trap. What starts as domestic bliss quickly swirls into a cocktail of thriller, spiked with a dash of psychological drama. You get more twister plots than a mystery-themed yoga class.

In “The Housemaid,” Millie’s journey is a cascade of “Oh no, she didn’t,” moments, sprinkled with suspense that’s more nerve-tingling than trying to sneak snacks into a movie theater.

Is it predictable? 100%. But by the time the plot twist hits you – the ending will feel so satisfying. Kudos to McFadden for keeping us guessing until the end with more flair than a reality TV season finale.

The Verdict
If you’re craving a fast-paced thriller with a satisfying twist, The Housemaid delivers. It may not be groundbreaking (let’s face it – this book is like fast food), but it’s got that addictive quality that’s perfect for a quick escape. It’s the kind of book you can fly through, enjoy, and probably still think about for a while after.

Buy it, read it, and then try to convince yourself that those bumps in the night are just the house settling. Or your cat. Definitely not the Winchesters.