Time by the river means more time to read books. I must've made it through three or four last week.
Strangers by Ursula Archer and Arno Strobel
I picked up this one at the library while waiting for the kids to do their thing and after reading the first few chapters I thought I was going to love this book. A woman is alone in her house when a man appears, claiming to be her fiance. She's never seen him before in her life. Then we switch to Erik's point of view and he's trying to figure out how every trace of his life is missing from the house he shares with Joanna. Both of them are right and trying to work together to figure out what's happened to them. It's a compelling read until the book takes a sudden twist and goes from a domestic thriller to something else and the authors lost me entirely. It was like I'd been watching a movie on television and suddenly changed channels to a different one.
The Night Child by Anna Quinn
After seeing a young girl who isn't there, Nora Brown seeks help from a neurologist and a psychologist. I read through this one quickly and didn't love it because the dark secrets Nora finally uncovers weren't the impossible stuff I'm used to seeing in suspense fiction. And that makes sense -- this novel started out as a memoir. If I'd known that up front, I probably would've gone into the book with a different set of expectations.
Disclosure -- I was provided with an advance review copy of The Night Child. Strangers came from the library. All opinions are my own.