I am currently going really high on these psycho thrillers, very edge of the seat stories that make me read them up like mad, waiting to find out what's really going on and whether someone's playing around with my head.
Trust me, I have a list of these I am going to share soon. And on that, sorry for the long absence. I have been traveling a lot, plus health has been awful of late, but no more excuses and planning to be more regular here from now on :)
So yes, for now, here's a quick look at the first page of the book The Couple Next Door by Shari Lapena
Anne can feel the acid churning in her stomach and creeping up her throat; her head is swimming. She's had too much to drink. Cynthia has been topping her up all night. Anne had meant to keep herself to a limit, but she'd let things slide - she didn't know how else she was supposed to get through the evening. Now she has no idea how much wine she's drunk over the course of this interminable dinner party. She'll have to pump and dump her breast milk in the morning.
Anne wilts in the heat of the summer night and watches her hostess with narrowed eyes. Cynthia is flirting openly with Anne's husband, Marco. Why does Anne put up with it? Why does Cynthia's husband, Graham, allow it? Anne is angry but powerless; she doesn't know how to put a stop to it without looking pathetic and ridiculous. They are all a little tanked. So she ignores it, quietly seething, and sips at the chilled wine. Anne wasn't brought up to create a scene, isn't one to draw attention to herself.
- Debolina Raja