We love Laura Lippman, but not in ways that would be stalkerish and probably already covered somewhere in her series of Tess Monaghan books. She’s loyal to Baltimore—bet she wanted to buy Mount Vernon’s Brass Elephant when it went up for sale last year—and she consistently weaves a mystery like it’s a potholder at her umpteenth summer camp. Her latest, I’d Know You Anywhere, creeps deep under the skin. Eliza Benedict spent six weeks held hostage by a rapist/killer when she was only 15. Now with children of her own and the murderer contacting her from death row, she is seriously fucked up. As always, Lippman creates 3D characters with layered motives in a thriller almost genreless in its just plain goodness. (Wendy Ward)