“Little girls are different from little boys: they’re made of sugar and spice and scar for life.”
HQ | 2017
Filed Under: Unreliable narrator meets Weekend at Bernie’s.
Truthfully, I only read this because I found out Sarah Michelle Gellar and Ellen are turning it into a mini-series. And I am not the kind of OG Buffy fan to ignore a Sarah Michelle project. So here we are.
I’m so sorry to my more discerning thriller friends who really didn’t like this and were hoping I’d be busting in here with a signature snotty review about how crap this book is; how it took every element of a thriller novel it could possibly fucking think of and used all of them on one character in a short 260-page sitting.
But I’m not.
Because this entertained the fuck out of me.
Maybe I’m still feeling the holiday glow that’s keeping my heart three times its normal size like the Grinch, but this book hit me in all the right psychological thriller sweet spots. I was so enamoured that I read it over one Saturday afternoon. And I never do that, you guys!
I don’t know that I can write this review without spoilers, because every single aspect of the book is somehow involved in the twists & turns, but I will definitely try and give fair warning if I’m going to let something spoiler-y slip.
The narrative fluctuates between Now (Boxing Day and beyond) and Then (the week before Christmas.) I liked the shorter span between the duelling timelines. It let me know I was always getting closer to something happening. At this point, we mystery/thriller readers have a love/hate relationship with the past/present storytelling trope. But in this instance, I promise it is done right and it enhances every sizzle and pop this fast-paced plot possesses.
The story revolves around Amber. In the Then, she’s a struggling TV producer with a horrid boss and suspicion that her husband is cheating on her. And in the Now, she is in some kind of coma where she can hear and understand what’s happening around her, but can’t move or respond.
I mean, we’re told she’s in a coma, but that’s not really how comas work, right? So this is really the tip-off at the very beginning that something is going on besides the car accident that landed Amber in that state. And I was 100% here for that mystery.
Reviewers who were annoyed by the abundance of thriller tropes have a point. I would have found every last gimmick utterly ridiculous if the writing hadn’t also been so spot on with its prose and characters and pacing. I was so thoroughly captivated, I didn’t have time to consider the abundance of ridiculousness that was happening to one person over the course of only a few days.
This story is written like the most diabolical onion you’ve ever encountered in your life. Every time you think you’ve peeled away a layer that will get you closer to the truth, it turns out that layer was a goddamn liar and you’re still fucking confused. And now you’re crying. Fucking onions!
To add to the confusion, chapters of diary entries from decades passed were included between the two timelines. They served a purpose to the overall story, but between that and the character Jo, these elements ended up feeling decidedly extra and I could have do without them.
Though there is a lot going on in terms of plot – like a lot – the author juggled the twist elements with precision and a clear view of where she was taking us and why.
In the end, I feel like I’ve read a banging thriller that truly was full of twists and turns. And that’s not just a dust jacket blurb line. Shit was bananas with taut characterization that was impressive considering it’s on the shorter side in page count.
I say, read this book and freefell into a story that is guaranteed to mess with your head and amp up your heartbeat.
My name is Amber Reynolds. There are three things you should know about me:
1. I’m in a coma.
2. My husband doesn’t love me anymore.
3. Sometimes I lie.
Amber wakes up in a hospital. She can’t move. She can’t speak. She can’t open her eyes. She can hear everyone around her, but they have no idea. Amber doesn’t remember what happened, but she has a suspicion her husband had something to do with it. Alternating between her paralyzed present, the week before her accident, and a series of childhood diaries from twenty years ago, this brilliant psychological thriller asks: Is something really a lie if you believe it’s the truth?
10 thoughts on “Review: Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney”
I’m glad you liked this one! I really liked it when I read it 🙂 Great review!
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Thanks Zuky!! Been a slow reading month so far, but this was a good start.
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I felt the same way. It usually takes a while for me to genuinely get into a book. When I started this one I read for 8 hours straight. Will now be looking for some of your other reviews bc I too often hear how great a book is only to be disappointed.
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We might not always agree, but I’ll never lie about a book being good just to be polite or something. I can promise you that! 🤣
Am I the only one who still has no idea what the big twist was. Not trying to spoil it for anyone but I have question:
1) what was the anniversary Paul references at the end. It wasn’t wedding so….?
2) what’s the deal with the bracelet at the end?
3) why did she record the twins crying? What was the point of that?
It’s been so long since I read this, I wish I could answer you 🤣 … all I can remember is I think the bracelet at the end signified someone was still alive and that she’d determined the wrong person guilty. But my brain is mush lol.
i think that the twins were recorded to convince (and torture) Claire that they were in the house and going to be killed in the fire that Amber was going to set