“Better than Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. A must read for anyone who is occasionally ruthless, reckless, or…loves clever books with depth and heart.” –Sophie Hannah, author of The Other Woman’s House

BACK COVER

Jodi and Todd are at a bad place in their marriage. Much is at stake, including the affluent life they lead in their beautiful waterfront condo in Chicago, as she, the killer, and he, the victim, rush haplessly toward the main event. He is a committed cheater. She lives and breathes denial. He exists in dual worlds. She likes to settle scores. He decides to play for keeps. She has nothing left to lose. Told in alternating voices, The Silent Wife is about a marriage in the throes of dissolution, a couple headed for catastrophe, concessions that can’t be made, and promises that won’t be kept.

REVIEW

With foreshadow as the reader’s villain, suspense was brutally murdered before the opening line was read. It was my own stupidity and naivety that led me to believe this would be a great read. I had hoped for a thrilling novel but was met with multiple character monologues–the book thrived off these intense internal dialogues. Spoken dialogue was slim and the characters were annoyingly flawed, ranting their excuses to the reader. Classified with Gone Girl and Before I Go To Sleep, both exceptionally brilliant novels, The Silent Wife fell so short it didn’t even leave the ground. I wanted to like it–I craved to read it–but upon beginning, it became a race to the finishing line because of how disappointingly boring it was. After glimpsing it on the store’s shelf for months and finally giving in to the nagging curiosity, this was one book I wish I wouldn’t have wasted my time on. Bluntly put, Sophie Hannah was wrong, this book doesn’t even belong on a shelf next to Gone Girl.