Now I finally understand why this was so hyped-up. Indeed, it’s an extraordinary psycho-thriller as it is told by the psychotherapist so it’s quite clinical and emotionally distant and yet it’s ironic because the result on the reader is the exact opposite. The atmosphere is gloomy and cold but for some reason, I feel the need to read every word, curious about the mystery that is Alicia and if I had to hear the story from that pitiful, quite boring psychotherapist then so be it.
But then in no time, I was nearing the end of the book and it seemed like nothing big is happening yet and I was already feeling a little underwhelmed. I was starting to think the fault in bombarding the reader right at the start of the novel with Alicia shooting her husband in his face and falling completely silent for six years. I thought, ‘Ha! The author has already used up his grenade. What could he possibly still have up his sleeve?” It seemed anti-climactic but then came the last few chapters of the story and I gasp. Literally.
I. SO. DID. NOT. SEE. THAT. COMING!!!
It turns out Mr. Michaelides has something far subtler but even more powerful than a grenade. That was very much a shock. My time closely reading every single chapter, not wanting to miss anything is definitely not wasted.