Before I Go to Sleep by S. J. Watson
If I had to choose only one word to describe this novel that word would be: creepy. Very, very, hairs sticking up on the back of your neck, creepy. This is the psychological thriller at its best.
Christine wakes up each morning confused. She thinks she’s in her twenties. She’s horrified when she looks in the mirror and sees the face of a woman twice her age. She’s even more horrified, and completely confused, when she recognizes herself in that visage. To add weirdness to oddness she has no memory of the man whose bed she snuck out of to use the bathroom, yet pictures of the two of them are hung all around the mirror. Apparently he’s her husband. She finds out that she was in an accident, and since then she wakes up every morning forgetting what happened the day before and can hardly recall any of her past: childhood, adulthood, nothing, at all.
Unbeknownst to her husband Ben, Christine starts meeting with a doctor who is determined to help her regain some of her memories even though so many have failed in the past. He encourages her to keep a journal and write down what happens to her, and what she learns about herself and her past, each and every day. Each morning the doctor calls her to remind her where her journal is and that she should read it and write in it. Christine decides to keep the journal a secret from Ben. She isn’t sure exactly why, but as time goes on she begins to distrust her husband, and everyone else in her world.
If you enjoyed Still Missing by Chevy Stevens (my creepy pick of last year) I would suggest giving this one a try.