a good author...

...will make you so jumpy that you can't eat lunch alone.

Which is why today, at home, all by my lonesome, I saw our bedroom door closed (it is never closed), and ran out the door in a frenzy, just sure one of three occurrences had taken place.

Either a) Jordan was dead, or

b) A random individual (perhaps our neighbor?) had hanged herself in our bedroom, or

c) A murder was hiding in our closet, ready to make me his next victim.

Thank you, Tana French, for a terror-filled lunch hour.


{I just finished The Likeness for book club, and highly recommend.}