I’ve been an Alfred Hitchcock fan for a very long time. I remember watching “The Birds” on television around 1970. Our babysitter let us watch it and I remember that we were drinking red Kool-Aid. I was so freaked out that that red drinks have always been tied to that movie for me! Still, it was the beginning of loving Hitchcock movies. When I was a teenager, I really liked Francois Truffaut and his movies so finding a book by Truffaut about Hitchcock was the epitome for me.

So, I was really excited when I found this book on NetGalley and was given the chance to read it. Alfred Smettle is obsessed with Hitchcock, and I have to admit that had I had a chance to stay at his Hitchcock Hotel, I would have grabbed it.

I like what Wrobel does with the hotel, and I like the way she slowly unwinds all the secrets the characters are hiding. And, of course, there is a body, but I won’t say who dies. And crows! I also love crows. It’s a great set up with an unexpected ending. A very enjoyable read and definitely worth the time.

Stephanie Wroble

GoodReads Says:

A Hitchcock fanatic with an agenda invites old friends for a weekend stay at his secluded themed hotel in this fiendishly clever, suspenseful new novel.

Alfred Smettle is not your average Hitchcock fan. He is the founder, owner, and manager of The Hitchcock Hotel, a sprawling Victorian house in the White Mountains dedicated to the Master of Suspense. There, Alfred offers his guests round-the-clock film screenings, movie props and memorabilia in every room, plus an aviary with fifty crows.

To celebrate the hotel’s first anniversary, he invites his former best friends from his college Film Club for a reunion. He hasn’t spoken to any of them in sixteen years, not after what happened.

But who better than them to appreciate Alfred’s creation? And to help him finish it.

After all, no Hitchcock set is complete without a body.