First Lines Friday...

July 14 

I don't know why I'm writing this. 

That's not true. Maybe I do know and just don't want to admit it to myself. 

I don't even know what to call it--this thing I'm writing. It feels a little pretentious to call it a diary. It's not like I have anything to say. Anne Frank kept a diary--not someone like me. Calling it a "journal" sounds too academic, somehow. As if I should write in it every day, and I don't want to--if it becomes a chore, I'll never keep it up.

                                                                                 .....The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides

What is the "Patient" thinking of writing a journal about? Is it "The Patient"? What the heck is going on here? Do these first lines make you want to read more?

A lot of  buzz about this book. Published this past February by Celadon Books, I've seen in on quite a few "Best Books" of 2019 lists. Described as a psychological thriller, this is one book I am looking forward to reading.