“My Name is Amber . . . and sometimes I lie.”
Alice Feeney gives us an unreliable narrator. Within the first few lines we are well aware the narrator may not be giving us the whole story, or the real story, after all she says “sometimes I lie.” However, with each turn of the book I found myself drawn to Amber, absorbed in her confusion, feeling her sorrow and needing to know what happened and why. There were so many hidden observations, the ending surprised me. And I am hardly ever surprised by endings anymore.
Amber telling us the story, her story from a coma means we won’t know everything. We aren’t privy to things she is not. We observe the world around her as she tells it from her confused state of mind.
Feeney presented a skilled narrative, engrossing at every turn. Sometimes I lie is a page-turning, inventive and engrossing novel with complex characters and an unexpected plot.