Welcome to another Bookish Friday, in which I  share excerpts from books…and connect with other bloggers, who do the same.

Let’s begin the celebration by sharing Book Beginnings, hosted by Rose City Reader; and let’s showcase The Friday 56 with Freda’s Voice.

To join in, just grab a book and share the opening lines…along with any thoughts you wish to give us; then turn to page 56 and excerpt anything on the page.

Then give us the title of the book, so others can add it to their lists!

What a great way to spend a Friday!

My feature today is a recent download:  The Missing, by Caroline Eriksson, a dark psychological thrill ride—with more twists than a labyrinth and more breathless moments than a roller coaster—in which Greta must confront what she’s always kept hidden if she has any hope of untangling the truth.





Beginning:  The little motorboat slices through the water with the precision of a knife.  The sun is low in the sky; it’s getting late on this evening at the end of summer.  I’m sitting in the bow, closing my eyes to the water spraying up into my face, fighting against the nausea that churns inside my body and matches the movement of the boat.


56%:  I stagger toward the bedroom, realizing I need to lie down.  When I reach the doorway, my eyes fall on the lacy red bra still draped over a chair, and I pause.   I bought the bra when Alex suggested—or rather, told me—that we would be driving to Marhem for a few days.


Synopsis:  An ordinary outing takes Greta, Alex, and four-year-old Smilla across Sweden’s mythical Lake Malice to a tiny, isolated island. While father and daughter tramp into the trees, Greta stays behind in the boat, lulled into a reverie by the misty, moody lake…only later to discover that the two haven’t returned. Her frantic search proves futile. They’ve disappeared without a trace.

Greta struggles to understand their eerie vanishing. She desperately needs to call Alex, to be reassured that Smilla is safe, or contact the police. But now her cell phone is missing too. Back at her cottage, she finds it hidden away under the bedsheets. Had she done that? Or had someone else been in the cottage? But who, and why? As Greta struggles to put the pieces together, she fears that her past has come back to torment her, or she’s finally lost her grip on reality…


What do you think?  Would you keep reading this one?  Does it grab you?