I’m enjoying John Darnielle’s novel Devil House. Makes sense such a talented musician would have a narrator with a good ear:
“Neither of them announce themselves when they enter: they aren’t seasoned thieves, but they know that a doorknob turned gently enough makes hardly any sound at all if there’s ambient noise to mask it: a stove fan, a countertop radio. Everyone was a child once; everyone’s moved stealthily sometimes, either at play or from sheer animal need.”