The Invisible Woman
A Thriller
Contributors
By Susan DiLallo
Formats and Prices
- On Sale
- Jan 5, 2026
- Page Count
- 352 pages
- Publisher
- Little, Brown and Company
- ISBN-13
- 9780316587105
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$14.99Price
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No one sees her, but she sees everything. Elinor Gilbert was once a young woman with a thriving career at the FBI.
Now decades past solving crimes with the bureau, she is personally and professionally forgettable.
Which is exactly what her former FBI boss needs. He disguises Elinor as a middle-aged nanny, and casts her as an agent on the inside of his investigation into a New York art dealer suspected of ties to organized crime.
But as Elinor pushes toward the truth, her superpower—anonymity—morphs into a fatal flaw.
The more the invisible woman integrates into her “host” family, the more dangerously memorable she becomes.
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What's Inside
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Chapter 1
MY NAME IS ELINOR GILBERT. And I am the Invisible Woman.
No, not the kind that can make a deck of cards look like it’s shuffling itself.
The other kind.
Two years at the same dry cleaner, and he still asks my name when I drop something off.
Five years at the same drugstore, and I doubt the pharmacist could pick me out of a lineup.
My kind of invisible isn’t fantasy or science fiction. It’s real. It happens slowly, over time. And you won’t even know it’s happening.
Then one day you’re in line at Whole Foods, feeling good about yourself and your healthy life choices—a cart full of plant-based ground meat, oat milk, fat-free yogurt, and organic broccoli (and deftly hidden under all that, a chocolate fudge cake that serves four)—when some guy scoots in front of you. So you say, very nicely, “Excuse me. I think I was next.”
And the jerk says, “Oh, sorry, lady. I didn’t even see you.”
Say what?
That’s when you start to notice how things have changed.
Those annoying wolf whistles from construction workers that you found so demeaning at the time? Gone.
Those makeup ladies in Bloomingdale’s who tried to spritz you with the latest Eau de Something New and Fabulous? History.
Sure, those nice-looking guys on the bus are still there. And they still try to catch your eye. But now, it’s to offer you their seat.
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, I seem to have passed my sell-by date. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
Well, except for that chocolate fudge cake.
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