And for me, that’s my favourite part of a psychological thriller: I love knowing that the picture I’ve been drawing in my mind is likely to be scratched out in a few chapters and have to be redrawn a number of times. You’ll feel your trust with characters shatter and then reform, you have NO IDEA who’s reliable. The twists? My gosh, they were wonderful. The characterisation is flawless in this book and creates a setting that is packed full of suspicion, putting you on high alert for twists. You can really feel the passion a child puts into a friendship, the insecurities an adult feels when their job is under threat and the temptations of others when you believe your marriage is crumbling. I love the different intensities that Feeney displayed through her characters in the contrasting time frames. Have you ever seen three way ping pong – how would you keep track of who’s winning?! Feeney has mastered a complex plot creating a game for the eyes and brain, All you have to do, is keep up! We’re then flicked back and forth like a ping pong ball between the past, the present and the not so distant past – to give us the build up to the accident. But is the past all it seems to be? We know Amber lies… No, like Tom Riddle in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, we’re diving back into a diary to discover the past. But of course, she’s not going to tell us right away. Where was she going? Was she with anyone? She can’t remember. But who knows how she got there? The police officers advise her relatives that she was pulled from a car crash. She can hear her husband, her sister and others.

It then opens with her lying in a hospital bed, in a coma and she can hear everyone around her. We’re introduced to Amber Reynolds who tells us three things about herself: she’s in a coma, her husband doesn’t love her any more, and sometimes she lies. The book starts with a gripping front page which is the same as the blurb. Anyway, enough about me, I should probably tell you a bit more about the book… I WAS BACK! All thanks to Sometimes I Lie. My god, it shook away the mist from my eyes, the cobwebs from my imagination and I could feel my heart rate start to rise. I thought: this should be the one to save me.Īnd it was. Then I remembered the HQ Crime event I attended and the amazing ‘sales pitch’ about Sometimes I Lie. It was a major crisis and I was starting to panic.

With each new book I picked up, the hope I had was huge, 50 pages in and I’d be questioning the point of reading. I’ve been having a major reading slump and DNFing books left, right and centre. Have I had something keeping me busy other than books? No. So if any of you are avid fans of my blog, you might notice I’ve gone a bit ‘cold turkey’ on posts the last few weeks.

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