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An assisted living facility isn't what it seems.

Penny, the narrator of the latest novel from Canadian author Reid, isn’t doing so well. She’s lived alone in her apartment ever since the death of Mike, her partner—like her, an artist—and feels “alone. Very old and very much alone.” Things get worse when she suffers a fall at home and finds out arrangements have been made for her to live in a small assisted living community; she resists the move even after she meets the other residents of the facility: “I don’t want to be on an adventure. Not at all. I want to be home. I want to be having a nap. These people all know each other, are all used to living side by side, but they don’t know me. I don’t know them. They’re all strangers.” It doesn’t take long for things to get creepy—she starts to get creeped out by Shelley, the community’s director, whose speech “sounds almost scripted and rehearsed” and who says things like “We don’t like to have secrets here.” After an assortment of odd goings-on, Penny realizes, “This is not the comfortable, cozy place I thought it was. I was wrong about that, fooled.” This is an undoubtedly creepy book, but it’s anything but subtle; Reid doesn’t so much drop hints as scream them. The characters, save Penny, function more as props, given ominous dialogue to hammer home the point that things aren’t quite right in the facility—the novel has the tone of a horror movie directed by someone desperately afraid the audience is going to miss the point. In his previous books, Reid has proved himself capable of crafting taut, original thrillers. This is not one of them.

Shoots for scary, lands on silly.