Don't Let Him In
Lisa Jewell, 2025
Mystery, thriller & crime Contemporary fiction
A novel about the charm that gets a man let in — and the damage that follows.
Feels like unease and serenity. About time, nature and memory.
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A perfect life can be built on one decision no one else sees.
It’s the home of a Gen X man who has made good decisions, made a success of his life, piled his building blocks one on top of the other with precision and care. But also, the home of a man who made one really bad mistake that his wife and his family are going to pay for, over and over again. Lisa Jewell.Lisa Jewell wrote her 1999 debut, Ralph’s Party, after a friend bet her she couldn’t finish a novel — she sent it to agents and it became a bestseller.
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- What is Don't Let Him In like?
- Feels like unease and serenity. About time, nature and memory.
- What should I read after Don't Let Him In?
- If you liked Don't Let Him In, try The Locked Door (Freida McFadden), Bunny (Mona Awad) and The Storyteller (Jodi Picoult).
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An inventory of a father delivered with terrifying calm.
He is exceptionally charismatic and charming—at least, when he wants to be. He is a narcissist and a psychopath, who likely killed at least thirty women without a trace of remorse. He is insane. He is a monster. He is also my father.
The Locked Door · Freida McFadden
The private prayer of anyone who has ever watched a perfect clique from outside.
I quietly prayed for the hug implosion all year last year. That their ardent squeezing might cause the flesh to ooze from the sleeves, neckholes, and A‑line hems of their cupcake dresses like so much inane frosting. That they would get tangled in each other’s Game of Thrones hair, choked by the ornate braids they were forever braiding into each other’s heart‑shaped lit‑ tle heads. That they would choke on each other’s blandly grassy perfume. Never happened. Not once.
Bunny · Mona Awad
What charm looks like to the one person it doesn’t work on.
Other girls rhapsodized about his striking silver eyes, about whether his hair was as black as night or as black as the wing of a raven, about a smile so full of sorcery it could rob you of your thoughts and speech, but I did not see the attraction. Damian might have been one of the most eligible men in the village, but he reminded me of the pumpkins left too long on the porch after All Hallows’ Eve—lovely to look at, until you touched one and realized it was rotten to the core.
The Storyteller · Jodi Picoult
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