25 April 2026

Book Review: The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides

I can never guess the culprit in Agatha Christie novels until Hercule Poirot lays it all out at the end. In the same way, I didn’t see the signs or the twists coming in Alex Michaelides’ debut novel The Silent Patient (2019), even if at times they might have seemed obvious. Just not to me. Maybe I wasn’t paying attention; so absorbed was I in this cleverly crafted psychological thriller.

The Silent Patient, to use a cliché, pulls you in from the start with an unsettling theme: thirty-three-year-old Alicia Berenson, a once-famous painter, shoots her husband and stops talking completely. Theo Faber, a psychotherapist, reads about her case in the papers and is determined to make her talk and find out why she did it—and, in fact, you can’t wait until he does. After all, Alicia, by her own admission, loved Gabriel and couldn’t imagine life without him.

Alicia is sent to a psychiatric hospital called The Grove, where Theo manages to find a job and convinces its director, Professor Diomedes, to assign her case to him. Theo begins his therapy sessions with Alicia but gets nowhere with her. For anyone else, it would be like banging their head against a wall, but not Theo, who comes across as kind and empathetic. He believes it’s only a matter of time before he can get Alicia to speak again.

The Theo-Alicia relationship and all that transpires between them are told through Theo’s first-person narrative—his point of view—and entries from Alicia’s secret diary and her art; the latter, just as silent and mysterious as she is. Together, they help the reader understand the whole story and how, in many ways, their lives are similar and linked in unexpected ways.

The Silent Patient deals with themes like trauma, guilt and repression, and the somewhat complicated relationship between a therapist with a single-minded obsession and a patient who doesn’t seem to care whether she ever speaks again. What’s clear from the start is that Alicia may be the patient, but her therapist is no less troubled. Here, the author, who, according to online sources, studied psychotherapy and screenwriting, does a brilliant job of not giving away much even as he keeps the suspense alive.

What made the novel stand out for me is its focus on how trauma at a young age can shape our behaviour as we become adults, often compelling us to hide the truth from others and even from ourselves, and how we might sometimes turn to silence instead of words—for better or worse.

I liked Alex Michaelides’ writing. It’s straightforward and easy to follow. The author sets up everything nicely—especially Theo and Alicia’s stories and their perspectives—until you reach the last few pages and are left wondering, ‘What just happened?’

I will be reading his other two books, The Maidens (2021) and The Fury (2021).

5 January 2026

I got bookends for Christmas, but no books

I didn't get any books for Christmas. Instead, my family gifted me a lovely pair of horse-shaped bookends among other things, perhaps in the hope that I might be tempted to read the books on display if I saw them every day. Never mind all the other unread books carefully tucked away in cabinets.

You read the ones you have first, and then we'll see about more books.


The trick, if it was one, seemed to have worked. Perhaps it was a sense of guilt that made me put The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides and Shiver by Allie Reynolds on display. Both were gifts from my daughter two years ago.

I had started reading The Silent Patient and even wrote about the book on this blog in 2024, and then completely forgot about it.

The bookends were a reminder to pick up the book where I'd left off. Except I had to start from the beginning, having forgotten what I'd read up to the bookmarked page. You can't just open page 52, so to speak, and continue reading as if you'd been there only yesterday.

People often ask on social media what book they would read first in the new year. With me it's usually a half-read book from December 31. So no surprises or hidden gems there—unless I’m tempted to let other books jump the queue.

But I'm optimistic, as I am every New Year, that I'll not only finish the leftovers but also read more books this year. 

Maybe then I'll get books for Christmas.


The wild ginger is in flower. So is agrimony, lady's lace, wild geranium. The ferns are turning yellow. The fruit of the snake lily has turned red, signifying an end to the rains. A thrush whistles cheerfully on the branch of a dead tree.

Yes, and when all the wars are done, a butterfly will still be beautiful.

— Ruskin Bond, author and poet, in his introduction to Delhi Is Not Far: The Best of Ruskin Bond, September 7, 1994