Rightly or wrongly, this book is considered a "horror classic". Originally published in 1982, Penguin Books re-released it this year with a brand new eye-catching (pardon the pun) cover: Martin Gregory is in a hurry. He has arm loads of presents for his wife’s birthday. Martin just makes the train. The next morning Martin surprises his wife with a gift that she will not soon forget. Martin slaughters their dogs and leaves their corpses for his wife. Martin then leaves town. I do have to confess that THE WATCHER is not really horror, in my opinion, but rather a psychological thriller. Still, there are scenes in this book that are outright chilling and will haunt you long after the story is over. I still don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at a plain white box the same way again. Martin decides to seek help. It seems that the help Martin is receiving has opened the doors wide open. Martin is having a hard time trying to figure what exactly is real and just who he is. This book throws more questions at you than answers. Ordinarily I’d find this frustrating; not that I need everything wrapped up perfectly, but a nice conclusion to a story is satisfying, most of the time.

I don't know what went wrong with this book. I liked it. It was okay, but I expected so much more after reading such blurbs as: The number one horror novel of all time!-- The Guardian (London) This review teeters on spoilery, but knowing a little about the plot will not hinder any enjoyment gained from this brilliant book. He has a ton of stuff to bring home, several boxes, champagne, caviar. He’s going all out for her birthday. It’s not scary in the slightest, just weird. Doesn’t fully make sense and I found it to be boring. I almost didn’t finish it.As I said, the plot is very different from what I expected. For me the first half of the novel dragged on a little bit and it didn’t really wow me, but the second half was really creepy. It’s not even what happens in the story but how Martin acts – as he’s getting more and more paranoid and mentally unstable, us readers feel less and less insecure because we have literally no idea what he’s capable of or what he might do next.

Dr Somerville is convinced Martin is unwell and being in therapy is the best course of action available. Well, he would wouldn’t he? I’m sure the dollar signs were lighting up right before his very eyes. That night, while Anna is asleep, he sets up her presents. He wraps some stuff, puts the food in the fridge, and he leaves the big present unwrapped. My sole complaint about the book is the ambiguity of its conclusion. As much as I enjoy the cliffhanger ending in most cases, I’m not too sure I like it here. I will not give away specific details about what happens, but let’s just say I was hoping for a bit more of an explanation. Martin Gregory is a regular guy. He has a loving wife, 2 dogs affectionally referred to as ‘the boys’, a good job, everything that many would consider to be perfect. Great husband as he is, he decides to surprise Anna on her birthday with a pile of presents, and a secret, mysterious box containing something truly wonderful.And that is the brilliance of this novel; you never really know. Both sides have a story to tell. The majority of the book is told by Martin and he’s quite the unreliable narrator. He’s not off-the-radar, as it were, and so is soon referred by his GP and family friend, to see a psychiatrist. Martin is reluctant to undergo therapy, though. He cannot understand why he did what he did, but worries about doing it again, or something similar, so eventually agrees to help. This book is labelled as a horror novel, but it really isn’t. Yes it has a couple of horrific scenes and is pretty disturbing throughout, but it’s definitely leaning more towards the fast-paced thriller label. Anna is obviously troubled by his behaviour, but believes he’s in the best possible hands to try and help him with his troubles.

Here, there is none of that. Right up until the end I didn’t know if Martin was genuinely crazy or whether this whole series of events was dreamed up by Somerville. It’s never explained and I sure didn’t get any subtle clues either way. Perhaps they were there, perhaps not. Maybe it is up for the reader to decide exactly what’s going on, and different people will have different interpretations on what actually happened. And isn’t that a great thing? There is a decent atmosphere here. The set-up is contagious. I needed to know how it was all going to end. The only trouble is by the time I got to the end I was left feeling meh and really, that's it? But we still don't know. I pretty much had the same reaction when I finished reading Threats by Amelia Gray. If you're going to get me all worked up like that with lots of foreplay, don't leave me hanging goddammit. I hate that. I think the biggest problem I have with this book is that it's miscategorized as horror, when really it's a psychological thriller/crime/mystery ... maybe with supernatural overtones (something that's never made explicitly clear one way or the other). I was expecting to be disturbed, creeped out, unsettled, but I didn't experience any of that. Rather I spent my time reading trying to figure out what the hell is really going on here. Is he crazy, or isn't he? Is what he's seeing real, or a product of an over-taxed, diseased mind? This book is going to stay with me for a while. Try as I may, I don’t think I’ll ever work it out. But am I really supposed to? If you are easily upset...stop right here.-- The New York Times Not one to usually be influenced by such things, I couldn't help myself when even Paul Newman went out of his way to blurb this book: "I'm something of an insomniac. I read The Watcher and stopped sleeping altogether". How could I resist such an endorsement as that?

Has Martin been here before? Does his life have a purpose he is destined to accomplish? Or is he just crazy?