Book Review: Sometimes I Lie

I resolved to write this book review before diving into other things because I simply must implore you all read it, particularly if you’re into psychological thrillers.

THE TWISTS.

But anyway.

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.

The book begins with this, and then it jumps into Amber’s head because even though she’s in a coma she is FULLY AWARE of her surroundings. Inside, she is awake, but she cannot propel her body, face, or voice to function as it should. Essentially, she is imprisoned in her flesh. The entire book is a steady climb to figure out what happened to put her in this state.

A note: This is one of my worst fears – to be awake in the mind and dead in the body. That, and being near-killed in a horrific car wreck that leaves me paralyzed and a vegetable. That, and a house fire that kills my animals because we have gotten out but they haven’t.

Anyway, back to Amber. She’s in a coma and bit by bit we learn the details of what put her there.  We hear what’s said over her by physicians, nurses, her husband, her sister… Amber asks questions, but of course no one answers because they do not know she is awake.

This is now, the day after Christmas in 2016, but there are two other sections. Before, which denotes time and events before the accident that put her in a coma, days just before Christmas in 2016. There is also then, snippets from a diary in 1991 and 1992, quick looks back at girlhood and behavior and questionable things.

This jumping around is not hard to follow if you’re paying attention, therefore the book should not be read or listened do while doing other things. Fully devote your attention to Sometimes I Lie because if you miss too much you’ll be lost, and no one wants that.

Then there’s the ending.

Yes, read this book. Listen to it, if that’s your preferred way. Alice Feeney did so very well.

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