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But as the reader becomes more and more absorbed in the story, the book quietly becomes something else. Indeed, the opening chapters of this new opus, Bellevue Square, stick closely to the grip-lit script: simple, compelling prose, sudden plot twists, looming violence and a female narrator who swiftly proves unreliable. Such is the case with a new title from Giller-nominee Michael Redhill, the first under his own name in more than a decade. Unless Jean stops her, she and everyone she cares about will face a fate much stranger than death.In the era of “grip-lit” page-turners, it’s easy to find the blockbuster genre’s influence everywhere - even in the realm of literary fiction. But when some of them start disappearing, she fears her alleged double has a sinister agenda.

A peculiar collection of drug addicts, scam artists, philanthropists, philosophers and vagrants - the regulars of Bellevue Square - are eager to contribute to Jean's investigation.

With the aid of a small army of locals who hang around in the park, she expands her surveillance, making it known she'll pay for information or sightings. Although she sees no one who looks like her, it takes only a few visits to the park for her to become obsessed with the possibility of encountering her twin in the flesh. She begins at the crossroads of Kensington Market: a city park called Bellevue Square. But after two customers insist they've seen her double, Jean decides to investigate. Jean's a grown woman with a husband and two kids as well as a thriving bookstore in downtown Toronto, and she doesn't rattle easily - not like she used to. Apparently, her identical twin hangs out in Kensington Market, where she sometimes buys churros and drags an empty shopping cart down the streets, like she's looking for something to put in it. She's never seen her, but others swear they have.