Millie lives inside a secret she cannot afford to tell. Wendy constructs a secret she needs others to believe. And somewhere between the two, the idea of truth becomes less about what happened and more about who controls the narrative of what seems to have happened.

Momentum is a strange kind of power in fiction. Some novels persuade slowly, almost imperceptibly; others seize you outright, pulling you forward with such force that resistance feels pointless. Along Came a Spider belongs, unmistakably, to the latter. It is not a novel that lingers at the edges of a reader’s attention—it insists, from its opening pages, on being followed.