Behind Her Eyes Book 2 Novels & Stories

Sarah Pinborough's 'Behind Her Eyes' series has this weirdly perfect structure that makes you crave more after the first book. The main novel, 'Behind Her Eyes,' is a standalone psychological thriller with a jaw-dropping twist that went viral on BookTok. But what’s wild is how it spawned a sequel-ish companion novel called 'Dead to Her,' which isn’t a direct continuation but exists in the same twisted universe.

I binged both back-to-back last summer, and while 'Dead to Her' has entirely new characters, it scratches that same itch of messed-up relationships and supernatural undertones. Honestly, I wish there were more—Pinborough’s writing is like literary crack. If you loved the first book’s ending (no spoilers!), dive into 'Dead to Her' for another dose of WTFery.

The 'Behind Her Eyes' book series was penned by Sarah Pinborough, a British author who's become one of my favorite thriller writers after discovering her work. I stumbled upon the first book while browsing a bookstore's 'mystery' section, completely drawn in by that eerie cover design. Pinborough has this knack for weaving psychological twists that hit you like a freight train—especially in the finale of 'Behind Her Eyes,' which I still think about at random moments. Her background in horror and fantasy subtly bleeds into the series, making the supernatural elements feel unsettlingly plausible.

What I love most is how she subverts expectations. Just when you think you've figured out the 'unreliable narrator' trope, she flips the script entirely. The Netflix adaptation captured some of that magic, but the books? They linger. If you enjoy her style, her earlier works like 'Crossing Lines' or the 'Dog-Faced Gods' trilogy showcase her range—from gritty crime to dystopian futures.

That ending in 'Behind Her Eyes' absolutely wrecked me—in the best way possible. I binge-read the book in two nights, and that twist? I never saw it coming. The whole astral projection thing seemed like a quirky side detail until BAM, it became the core of the nightmare. Louise thinking she’s outsmarting Adele, only to realize too late that she’s been playing checkers while the other side was playing 4D chess? Chilling.

What really stuck with me was how Sarah Pinborough made the supernatural feel so mundane until it wasn’t. The way Adele’s diary entries slowly reveal the truth—like peeling an onion soaked in horror. And Rob? That guy was a masterclass in subtle villainy. The final pages where Louise’s son calls her 'Adele' still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. Perfectly cruel closure.