The Silent Patient

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A psychological thriller framed through Alicia Berenson’s diary entries. On July 14, Alicia begins writing after her partner Gabriel urges her to record her feelings, revealing depression, self-doubt, and the private tension behind her silence and need to reassure him, setting up a narrative centered on withheld truth.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages334

Reading Time8 h 34 min

THE \#1 NEW YORK TIMES AND SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLERTHE ILENIPATIENTOnly she knowswhat happened.Only I canmake her speak. 'TOTALLY ORIGINAL''THE PERFECT THRILLER′DAVID BALDACCIA.J.FINN ALEX MICHAELIDESOVER A MILLION COPIES SOLD THE SILENTPATIENT Alex Michaelides CELADON BOOKS NEW YORK This is a work of fiction.All of the characters,organ izations,and eventsportrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or areused fictitiously. THE SILENT PATIENT.Copyright o2019 by Astramare Limited.All rightsreserved.Printed in the United States of America.For information,addressCeladon Books,175 Fifth Ave nue,New York,N.Y.10010. www.celadonbooks.com Library of Congress Control Number:2018961338 ISBN 978-1-250-30169-7(hardcover) ISBN 978-1-250-23078-2(international,sold outside the U.S.,subject torights availability)ISBN 978-1-250-30171-0(ebook) Our books may be purchased in bulk for promotional,educational,orbusiness use.Please contact your local bookseller or the MacmillanCorporate and Premium Sales Department at 1-800-221-7945,extension5442,or by email at MacmillanSpecialMarkets@macmillan.com. First International Edition:February 2019 3029282726 For my parents But why does she not speak? —EURIPIDES,Alcestis # THE SILENTPATIENT # PROLOGUEAlicia Berenson's Diary JULY 14 i don't know why I'm writing this. That's not true.Maybel do know and just don't want to admit it to myself.I don't even know what to call it—this thing I'm writing.It feels a litlepretentious to call it a diary.It's not like I have anything to say.AnneFrank kept a diary-not someone like me.Calling it a "journal"soundstoo academic,somehow.As if l should write in it every day,and I don'twant to—if it becomes a chore,I'll never keep it up. Maybe I'll call it nothing.An unnamed something that I occasionallywrite in.I like that better.Once you name something,it stops youseeing the whole of it,or why it matters.You focus on the word,whichis just the tiniest part,really,the tip of an iceberg.I've never been thatcomfortable with words-I always think in pictures,express myself withimages—so I'd never have started writing this if it weren't for Gabriel. I've been feeling depressed lately,about a few things.I thought I wasdoing a good job of hiding it,but he noticed—of course he did,henotices everything.He asked how the painting was going-I said itwasn't.He got me a glass of wine,and I sat at the kitchen table whilehe cooked. I like watching Gabriel move around the kitchen.He's a graceful cook—elegant,balletic,organized.Unlike me.I just make a mess. 1 Alex Michaelides "Talk to me,"he said. "There's nothing to say.I just get so stuck in my head sometimes.I feellike I'm wading through mud.” "Why don't you try writing things down?Keeping some kind of record?That might help." "Yes,I suppose so.I'l try it." "Don't just say it,darling.Do it." "I will." He kept nagging me,but I did nothing about it.And then a few

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