The back of The Silent Wife screams: “Suspense! Suspense! Suspense!” There’s the comparison to Gone Girl, which is so overused that it’s almost required on any new book involving marriage and murder. Then there are the reviews by other respected mystery authors, promising a thrilling ride. With all this praise, I picked up this paperback on a rainy afternoon, eager to escape into a thriller that would swallow up my day and give me a break from my own thoughts. But The Silent Wife doesn’t let you out of your head — it drills down into it. With the whodunit solved within the first two pages, I thought the suspense would be in the way the murder was executed (pardon the pun), but that, too, was a letdown. Read the full post on the PostScript blog.