4.8 (4 ratings)
I Don't Like Mondays
"I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who to trust. But someone out there knows what really happened to me. The faces staring back at me feel wrong, their voices uncomfortably distant. Ever since I woke from the coma, it’s like I’ve been locked in a stranger’s life. My memories are fractured--frozen at thirty, yet they insist I’m forty. A wife. A mother. But these strangers? They say they’re my family. Daniel, my husband, swears he loves me, yet I can’t recall saying ‘I do.’ My children’s faces stir nothing but guilt. Even the wedding album feels staged. But I remember Brad, my first husband--and my last clear and carefree memory is of him. Then there’s the train station. The tracks. That Monday morning. I have too many questions, and nobody is giving me answers. The more I dig, the more the fear grows. Everyone in my life seems to be hiding something. Secrets. Lies. Grudges. One of them knows more than they’re letting on. Nothing feels real, not even my own reflection. I just need to remember what happened that Monday"--Page 4 of cover.
Pages: 267
ISBN: 9781068544323
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4.8
4 ratings
Mary S.
Apr 3, 2026
This book drew me in from page one and kept me hooked throughout with all the twists. The story follows a woman named Cathy who wakes up after a terrible accident with no memory of the last ten years of her life. She is reliant on those around her to fill in the blanks but it appears that everyone is keeping things from her. The characters were mysterious to unravel and the character development was fantastic. The writing was fast paced and just perfect! The plot was enticing and kept me wanting to know more. I simply could not guess who pushed Cathy from the train platform, despite plenty of suspects and oh boy was I surprised at the culprit! The suspense was high throughout the book and it kept my heart racing. Once again, Maria Frankland has written a superb 5 star book!
Carina P.
Feb 8, 2026
I Don’t Like Mondays doesn’t just grab you—it slams you headfirst into the story and dares you to look away. That prologue? Absolute chaos—in the best possible way.
It's jarring, and unsettling, yanking you straight into the heart of the storm.
The story follows a woman, Cathy, waking up from a coma, her memories in tatters, and her life feeling like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. The people around her claim to be her family, but the faces don’t quite fit. And looming over it all is a chilling incident tied to a Monday morning train station.
Maria writes like she’s lighting a fuse and walking away. Every page crackles with tension and dread, pulling you deeper into a story that’s as unsettling as it is unputdownable. If you live for twisty, heart-racing mysteries that mess with your head, I Don’t Like Mondays will own you. That opening alone will leave you wide-eyed—and the shocks just keep coming.
It's jarring, and unsettling, yanking you straight into the heart of the storm.
The story follows a woman, Cathy, waking up from a coma, her memories in tatters, and her life feeling like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. The people around her claim to be her family, but the faces don’t quite fit. And looming over it all is a chilling incident tied to a Monday morning train station.
Maria writes like she’s lighting a fuse and walking away. Every page crackles with tension and dread, pulling you deeper into a story that’s as unsettling as it is unputdownable. If you live for twisty, heart-racing mysteries that mess with your head, I Don’t Like Mondays will own you. That opening alone will leave you wide-eyed—and the shocks just keep coming.
Carol G.
Feb 8, 2026
I Don't Like Mondays' exciting prologue hits you with a bang. When Cathy awakens in a hospital bed, even her own reflection doesn't seem real. She will have to piece her life back together and figure out what happened on that Monday morning. She can't help but to be fearful and as lies and grudges come to light, Cathy doesn't know who she can trust.
This is my third book by Maria Frankland, and I really enjoy her writing. With short chapters and gripping storytelling, she excels in bringing dysfunctional families to life and it's a very enjoyable ride!
This is my third book by Maria Frankland, and I really enjoy her writing. With short chapters and gripping storytelling, she excels in bringing dysfunctional families to life and it's a very enjoyable ride!
Cheyenne Joy .
Feb 8, 2026
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I Don’t Like Mondays by Maria Frankland — and honestly, after reading this, same.
This book sucked me in faster than my kids spotting me trying to pee alone. The emotions, the questions, the confusion, the secrets — it’s like Maria handed me a ticket to a rollercoaster I did not sign up for, but still willingly sat in the front row, hands up, screaming.
It’s fast-paced, easy to read, and I inhaled it in one sitting. Not because I’m disciplined, but because I physically couldn’t leave without knowing everything. And somewhere around chapter whatever, I started spiraling:
What would I do if I woke up one day and couldn’t remember the last ten years?
Would I be proud of myself? Horrified? Slightly amused?
Would you be happy with you?
And of course, being a mother, it hit me right in that soft part of my chest — the one your kids use as a trampoline. It reminded me how your kids honestly don’t care if you live in a wooden cottage, a shiny mansion, or a cardboard box as long as you’re there with them. Time > luxury. (Look at me, turning a thriller review into life advice. Somebody stop me.)
Anyway — I’m drifting, which is exactly what this book made me do inside my own head.
Maria did it again. She made me feel like I was part of the struggle. I was right there, trying to get well, trying to piece together the truth, trying not to throw hands at certain characters.
Sure, I figured out who did it early on — but the drama, the guessing, the trust issues, the “wait… WHAT?” moments? Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
Four stars because it was emotional, chaotic in the best way, and made me think about identity, motherhood, and the questionable things we’d do just to be seen, heard, understood… or to protect what we love.
Loved it. Even the parts that stressed me out.
I Don’t Like Mondays by Maria Frankland — and honestly, after reading this, same.
This book sucked me in faster than my kids spotting me trying to pee alone. The emotions, the questions, the confusion, the secrets — it’s like Maria handed me a ticket to a rollercoaster I did not sign up for, but still willingly sat in the front row, hands up, screaming.
It’s fast-paced, easy to read, and I inhaled it in one sitting. Not because I’m disciplined, but because I physically couldn’t leave without knowing everything. And somewhere around chapter whatever, I started spiraling:
What would I do if I woke up one day and couldn’t remember the last ten years?
Would I be proud of myself? Horrified? Slightly amused?
Would you be happy with you?
And of course, being a mother, it hit me right in that soft part of my chest — the one your kids use as a trampoline. It reminded me how your kids honestly don’t care if you live in a wooden cottage, a shiny mansion, or a cardboard box as long as you’re there with them. Time > luxury. (Look at me, turning a thriller review into life advice. Somebody stop me.)
Anyway — I’m drifting, which is exactly what this book made me do inside my own head.
Maria did it again. She made me feel like I was part of the struggle. I was right there, trying to get well, trying to piece together the truth, trying not to throw hands at certain characters.
Sure, I figured out who did it early on — but the drama, the guessing, the trust issues, the “wait… WHAT?” moments? Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
Four stars because it was emotional, chaotic in the best way, and made me think about identity, motherhood, and the questionable things we’d do just to be seen, heard, understood… or to protect what we love.
Loved it. Even the parts that stressed me out.