Have you ever woken up and been confused about where exactly you were? Either because you *maybe* had a few too many drinks the night before, or because something woke you from a deep sleep, or because it’s the first night of your vacation and you aren’t used to your hotel room yet? Imagine that happening every single day. Imagine not knowing who you are laying next to. Imagine thinking you are 20 years old and going to the bathroom and seeing a 47-year-old staring back at you. Can you imagine that?
This is Christine Lucas’ life. Every day she wakes up and can’t remember her past. She can’t remember why she can’t remember her past. But, for the last week or so she’s been keeping a journal at the advice of her doctor. He calls her every day and tells her where it is, she reads it, lives her life, writes what happened that day, and then repeats it the next day. After several days, we start to see that something isn’t right. Stories that her husband, Ben, tells her conflict with things she’s already written that he told her the day before. Ben doesn’t know that she’s keeping this journal, and so doesn’t think she remembers anything he has said in previous days.
She doesn’t know who she can trust, if even herself.
This book has so many mess-with-your-mind plot twists it is both frustrating (in the best sense of the word) and a brainless page-turner. My biggest complaint (and it is kind of a biggie) is that I figured out the end before I read it. There wasn’t too much “mystery” left by the end. Still, I found it hard to put down and I think it would make a GREAT movie. If they leave out a few hundred pages worth of details.