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?
“I’m not someone who cries; I have other ways of expressing my sadness.”
This book left me feeling very…dissatisfied. I think that is a good word for it. It wasn’t a bad read– I just don’t like feeling like I am left hanging or “out of the loop” after I spend my time reading a book. I’m just not very content with that ending. And I’m certainly not content with the way the author plugged in so many plot holes, like I wouldn’t pick up on them. That’s all that I can really say about that without giving away too much of the story.
I love the cover of the book and the story was actually full of lots of twists laced with very compelling writing. I’m usually always a fan of the “unreliable narrator” but Amber was too much. It got to the point where she was exhausting me with all of her back and forth. It wasn’t calculated or smooth, it was choppy and all over the place. Like with her husband, Paul. All throughout the book she talks about how he doesn’t love her. Um- okay. Because every time he is in the picture I don’t pick up on that at all. I don’t see it through out the entire book if we are being technical. And the little girl in the pink gown? What is all of this about, Amber!?
The cool part of the book is how the author chose to structure the story line. With diary entries, then, now, and later POVs, I was constantly going in different directions and never sitting still. To me, that was necessary for this story. Too much of one of the point of views would have gotten really tiring.
“When I first start to fall, I forget to be afraid, too busy noticing that the hand that pushed me looked so much like my own. But as I plummet into the darkness below, my worst fears follow me down. I want to scream, but I can’t.”
The characters in this story are all bland and I never took a liking to any of them which was another reason why I couldn’t rate this any higher than what I did. And why was Edward even involved in this story? It was redundant and unnecessary. Especially some of the things he did. What was the purpose of that again?!
All in all, my expectations of Sometimes I Lie was just too high. I kept seeing mentions of the “crazy and unpredictable twists” and while there were- it just wasn’t for me.