A "who done it" that will keep you on your toes

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The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides is a “who done it” that will keep you on your toes.

This was the fastest read I’ve had in a long time! I devoured The Silent Patient in two sittings.

Does anyone else find joy in short chapters? It’s like with every short chapter, you get a little dose of dopamine. Readers high. I don’t know if that’s a thing, but it should be.

The Silent Patient is short chapter after short chapter, and each one leaves you wanting more.

Alicia Berenson, a once famous artist, hasn’t spoken a word in the last six years during which she has been living at the Grove, a mental health institution.

On August 25, Alicia was found in her home alongside her husband, Gabriel, who had been shot in the face multiple times and was now dead. When Alicia doesn’t dispute it, and there is no evidence to suggest otherwise, Alicia is pegged the murderer.

Theo Faber has a special interest in this case, so when a position for a psychotherapist at the Grove becomes available, he quickly applies. Theo is determined to help Alicia find her voice. This determination has Theo breaking all sorts of rules as he takes the reader down a rabbit hole of clues.

Who killed Gabriel Berenson?

Alicia, his wife
Max Berenson, his jealous brother
Christian, the unethical doctor
Jean-Felix, the art director

There is an endless list of suspects.

I really thought that I would be giving The Silent Patient five stars. It was such a great read. The characters were well-developed. The plot was engaging. The thrill factor was present. However, I was left feeling very unsatisfied with Alicia’s ending.

For that reason, I give The Silent Patient 4 stars (only because I don’t believe in half stars — or it would be 4.5).

I’m going to give a special ranking and give the plot twist 5 stars — it’s that good (literally a jaw dropping moment)!

Favorite Quote
“But that’s what Alicia did for you. Her silence was like a mirror — reflecting yourself back at you. And it was often an ugly sight.”