Everyone wants new followers…until they follow you home.
Audrey Miller has an enviable new job at the Smithsonian, a body by reformer Pilates, an apartment door with a broken lock, and hundreds of thousands of Instagram followers to bear witness to it all. Having just moved to Washington, DC, Audrey busies herself impressing her new boss, interacting with her online fan base, and staving off a creepy upstairs neighbor with the help of the only two people she knows in town: an ex-boyfriend she can’t stay away from and a sorority sister with a high-powered job and a mysterious past.
But Audrey’s faulty door may be the least of her security concerns. Unbeknownst to her, her move has brought her within striking distance of someone who’s obsessively followed her social media presence for years—from her first WordPress blog to her most recent Instagram Story. No longer content to simply follow her carefully curated life from a distance, he consults the dark web for advice on how to make Audrey his and his alone. In his quest to win her heart, nothing is off-limits—and nothing is private.
From the very beginning of Follow Me, I knew that the story of Audrey would be creepy and probably would not end well. Who would so openly announce her every move, every thought, and even every wish? Certainly not a savvy young woman who should know better. But there is something completely narcissistic about Audrey that could be her undoing.
Alternating narrators tell the story of Audrey and Cat, Audrey’s somewhat pathetic friend, alongside the tale of an obsessive stalker who was seemingly everywhere, but then completely nowhere when the police are called. Could their paths have crossed in some innocent way over the years and could he be someone destined to be her true love?
At times I was frustrated with Audrey’s blatant self-obsession, those actions that kept her in the eye of danger. It would be inevitable that these characters’ paths would cross in a tragic way.