Lizzie Skurnick

  • Domestic Disturbances

    For a certain swath of American female thirty-somethings, the literary thriller comes with an odd set of associations. In addition to the windswept heaths of Wuthering Heights and Manderley, such books will likely conjure the pine-lined hiking trails of New Mexico, the fiercely policed social boundaries of classrooms and high school cafeterias, and beachy redoubts where teenagers would do well to avoid slippery black rocks.

    As for the cast of characters, these readers won’t tarry with either hockey-masked predators or moody Heathcliffs with a past. Instead, they will knowingly recognize boys