Review: Sometimes I Lie

Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I really screwed up by not writing this review as soon as I finished this one because, quite frankly, I was confused then, and holy hell I am even more lost now. This might be due to the fact that I can't even remember most of the plot twists at this point, and I do recall there being a LOT of those happening within the pages. But if my memory serves me right, which every now and then it does, I think I enjoyed the ride this novel took me on, even though it appears I was drugged at some point during our road trip and blacked out before crossing state lines.

The back and forth chapters depicting diary entries of a pint size psychopath vs. "True Life: I am in a Coma" sucked me in right away, mainly because I have a strange attraction to exploring the mind of characters in a vegetable state. But sadly, no, I don't remember which character, pyscho kid or veggietales, actually penned the journal entries, nor do I recall who turned out to be the "real" bad guy at the end. That little She-Devil Alice Feeney turned everything we thought we knew on it's head midway through and continued to purposely mess with us til the last page. And as mentioned earlier, I apparently have a two or three day window of recollection, and looks like that window has since closed for the season.

And I never thought I would say this, but, gather round friends - I think there might have been a few too many "twists". The constant roller coaster of plot turns ended up hindering the cohesiveness of the story rather than making it as impactful as it could have been. And listen - I do enjoy being forced to consult with Google or the lovely people at GoodReads that are generous enough to give massive spoilers away in their reviews, but I am slightly offended that the author left me this stumped. As a loyal reader of all things psychological fiction, I pride myself on untangling the scattered web this genre often weaves, but I feel like I'm still a bit stuck in the midst of the chaos here... and I ain't a fan, Ms. Feeney.

I suppose I could read this one again, since I have come to find out that many people claim they had to do so in order to fully grasp every detail, but, I likely will not and will instead continue to live my life only half understanding, and one third remembering, this book.


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