Initially, I wasn't impressed. The book opens with a very typical "I'm writing a diary and here's why" sort of entry. Nothing really new there. However, when I moved on to the first chapter proper, I found my tune changing. The writing that is from the doctor's perspective is flowing and beautiful in its own way. The author makes good use of ten-cent words that help create the image of a real therapist who traffics in the language of his profession. What really makes it stand out, however are the mild slip-ups, the moments when the narrator reverts to his non-doctor self and curses openly to describe things that really can't be described any other way. It really creates a fully-fleshed out character in very little time. In addition to this, I must admit that the story of a woman who brutally murders her husband and then refuses to speak again about it is intriguing. I do want to know how it plays out. I do want to know why. So many books with this kind of story revert to the first-person narrative of the wife or other female lead, even if she is the one who supposedly committed the crime. In this case, it is fascinating to have that standby character be completely silent to begin with, having her story told by someone else with a story of their own that is just as interesting. I desperately hope this lives up to the strong opening the author has built.