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. … 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?
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Enjoyed keeping up!
Too gimicky.
I love stories that have jaw dropping endings. This one fits that description.
I wasn’t always sure what was real in the book and what was a dream. I would recommend it to see what others reactions are to the plot.
I loved it. So twisted I had to go back and read some parts to figure it out. It was great.
I was interested in the set up and form used from her week before the accident to while in coma. But the turns after were a disappointment
I understand that the unreliable narrator has become quite the genre du jour, but I am rapidly starting to lose patience – and interest – in stories that try to outdo themselves with twist after twist… At some point, piling on twists just feels ridiculous and renders the entire story a hot mess of incredulity and eye-rollingly bad behavior. I get that the title – and three truths tagline – cued up that this would be a tale of lies and half-truths and secrets, but I still expected some sort of coherence. Instead I felt like the author was trying too hard – to outdo others in the genre, to maximize the shock value in the last 50 pages, to come up with something novel that would turn an otherwise set of rather bland characters (talk about the banality of evil…) into an Intriguing Story. At one point, I actually skipped about 100 pages just to see what would happen – and found that, when I resumed the story 75 pages from the end, I was entirely able to pick up as though I had read every single word and to rejoin the “action” (such as it was) just at the point where all the reveals came to light. Perhaps a sign that there was way more repetitive back-and-forth and rechurning of details than might have been necessary? I, for one, think so. This would have made an interesting novella; a LOT of the VERY tight edit might just have turned this into a real page-turner for me, but as it was, it was rather a disappointment…