A game. A husband-and-wife game. Gerald's Game.

But this time Jessie didn't want to play. Lying there spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bedstead while he'd loomed and drooled over her, she'd felt angry and humiliated.

So she'd kicked out hard. Aimed to hit him where it hurt.

And now he was dead - a coronary - on the floor.

Leaving Jessie alone and helpless in a lakeside holiday cabin. Miles from anywhere. No-on to hear her screams.

Alone. Except for the voices in her head that had begun to chatter and argue and sneer...

I read this book a few years ago, whilst I was totally sick and bedridden. It struck a cord with me, the idea of being trapped and having to survive...a narrative of all the thoughts this woman has as she is fighting for her life...but at the same time helpless to do anything much to improve her situation. It was a remarkable tale, but I rushed it and now I want to reread it and see if it has the same effect on me as the first time.