Author: Emma Chapman
Sleeve Summary: Marta and Hector have been married for a long time. Through the good and bad; through raising a son and sending him off to life after college. So long, in fact, that Marta finds it difficult to remember her life before Hector. He has always taken care of her, and she has always done everything she can to be a good wife-as advised by a dog-eared manual given to her by Hector’s aloof mother on their wedding day. But now, something is changing. Small things seem off. A flash of movement in the corner of her eye, elapsed moments that she can’t recall. Visions of a blonde girl in the darkness that only Marta can see. Perhaps she is starting to remember-or perhaps her mind is playing tricks on her. As Marta’s visions persist and her reality grows more disjointed, it’s unclear if the danger lies in the world around her or in Marta herself. The girl is becoming more real everyday, and she wants something…. Chilling and page-turning, How To Be A Good Wife unravels with unnerving precision and compelling uncertainty, introducing a tremendous new talent in psychological fiction.
My thoughts: This book kept me thinking through out the whole time. I would think that I knew what was real and what wasn’t then the author would throw something in there that would throw me for a loop. Just when I thought I had figured it out and thought that it was Marta’s imagination playing tricks on her the very next sentence would have me thinking that maybe what she was experiencing was real. EEEK! It kept me going back and fourth through out the whole book, even when I got to the end I was still conflicted about if I believed Marta or Hector. To be honest in the beginning of the book I was a little bored because I thought that Marta was just a crazy person who was off her meds and just imagining things, but as I got deeper into the book and she started piecing together her past with what she was imaging it all started to come together. At the end, I still wasn’t sure who to believe but I was such a sad ending.