Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by Should Be Reading.

Today I’m featuring my next read:  He’s Gone, by Deb Caletti.


Intro:  I used to imagine it sometimes, what would happen if one day I just didn’t come home.  Not that I ever considered running off—I could never actually do that, even if I occasionally had that fantasy about driving south and checking in to some hotel.   Someplace with bathrobes, for sure.  I love those.  But, no, the thought was less about escape and more about some cruel intervention of fate.  What if, say, the cliched bus hit me as I crossed the cliched street?  The Mack truck.  Whatever it was, something terrible would happen and my family would have to return home to find all the daily pieces of my interrupted life.  My husband would see my cup of coffee, half finished, a curve of my lipstick on the brim.  My mother would see my flannel pajamas with the Eiffel Towers on them in the laundry basket and the ChapStick on my nightstand.  My book would be on the bed, open to the place I’d left off, and my hair would still be entwined in my brush.  There would be my really expensive wrinkle minimizer, which honestly didn’t minimize much of anything, and my phone charger still plugged into the wall.  This is how it would look, I would think.  This stuff here.


Teaser:  I step over my heels, which have been abandoned by the door.  What a night.  I can’t remember ditching them there, or even coming home and getting into bed, to tell you the truth.  (2%)


Amazon Description:  “What do you think happened to your husband, Mrs. Keller?”
The Sunday morning starts like any other, aside from the slight hangover. Dani Keller wakes up on her Seattle houseboat, a headache building behind her eyes from the wine she drank at a party the night before. But on this particular Sunday morning, she’s surprised to see that her husband, Ian, is not home. As the hours pass, Dani fills her day with small things. But still, Ian does not return. Irritation shifts to worry, worry slides almost imperceptibly into panic. And then, like a relentless blackness, the terrible realization hits Dani: He’s gone.

As the police work methodically through all the logical explanations—he’s hurt, he’s run off, he’s been killed—Dani searches frantically for a clue as to whether Ian is in fact dead or alive. And, slowly, she unpacks their relationship, holding each moment up to the light: from its intense, adulterous beginning, to the grandeur of their new love, to the difficulties of forever. She examines all the sins she can—and cannot—remember. As the days pass, Dani will plumb the depths of her conscience, turning over and revealing the darkest of her secrets in order to discover the hard truth—about herself, her husband, and their lives together.


What do you think?  Would you keep reading?  I know that I’m intrigued….


  1. That’s an interesting start–the Amazon blurb sold me a bit more than the opening, which doesn’t resonate with a panicky woman, so I’m wondering how long after she realizes he’s missing that she thinks along these lines.

    BTW, the cover reminds me of that of The Time Traveller’s Wife–I wonder if something similar has happened to missing husband.


    1. I agree that there is definitely an absence of panic in the opener….now I’m going to be diving into this read, having finished another review book. Now I give myself permission to read a book without a deadline…lol. Thanks for visiting, Jane.


  2. Literary Feline

    I’m definitely interested. I think I’ve heard of this book but didn’t know what it was about. I’m off to add it to my wish list.


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