What happened? Why haven’t I been posting?
The past few days I’ve been held captive (rather than captivated) — living inside a book, and confronted (rather than presented) with a gross and shocking scenario.
The book’s three protagonists take turn about to unfold the grim chronicle of their interactions.
“Try to remember the moment when all the stupid innocent things you thought about life and love, all the things you thought mattered, all the things you though were true … try to remember when they all turned out to be lies.” —Kyle
“… love is a lie created by women to trick men into believing they have to sacrifice their entire lives to marriage and family…” —Brett
“… I had loved him more than anything in the world, but then it’s like I found out my love was all based on a lie, on his lie, and everything I felt for him just disappeared. … I wanted to tear his [f…ing] head off.” —Heather
I’m still cleaning up the mess these three made inside my head …
For an alternative reading of this novel — one that regards The Lie as “… a quick, entertaining, imaginative read, but not for the easily offended, faint of heart, or people terrified by deviant sex.” — click on the cover image above.