La femme intérieure

The story's sense of paranoia and dread really stuck with me. I'm curious what creative choices helped Helen Phillips craft this intense mood.

The line between reality and perception blurs so effectively — I kept wondering if I could trust what I was reading. Was this intentional or a happy accident?

In this book, those themes felt especially visceral and unsettling. Do readers think the horror setting amplified these ideas compared to other genres?