Joyce Carol Oates's books are sometimes hit or miss, but this one was pretty good. Set in Detroit in the late 1970s, there is a serial killer the press has dubbed "Babysitter", killing kids. Hannah isn't worried about her own two small children, though. She lives in a wealthy suburb and has a nanny. Things like that don't happen to people like *her*.
However, Hannah does start to have an affair with a man she only knows by his initials, Y.K. Y.K. and Babysitter are all tied together, but I don't want to spoil how. Hannah was one of those people who does insanely stupid things, knows she's doing insanely stupid things, and keeps on doing them anyway, so I could totally relate :)
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