“I’m your big sister for the summer, remember?” [Viv] said. “This is what big sisters do. We share things. Things no one else knows.”
This isn’t my first rodeo with Riley Sager, but I was surprised this book would keep me as amused as my first read. Having read Lock Every Door first and suggesting it to nearly everyone I knew, I was hesitant to have my hopes set that high. But I was mistaken. It was just as spellbinding, just as page turning, just as memorable.
The Last Time I Lied is the second work from Sager. (Not to fear, Final Girls is already in my cart and I’m moments away from preordering Home Before Dark. A favorite author is like a favorite pair of jeans, you buy everything in stock.) What I enjoyed from Lock Every Door and this book was that Sager absolutely *NAILS* the female experience. I was unaware Sager was a man until I googled it half way through my read – and to say I was flabbergasted is an understatement. Emma (from The Last Time I Lied) and Jules (from Lock Every Door) are so naturally written, so unique as young women that it was hard to picture a man with a lengthy career as a journalist creating them. His characters are where he excels.
Sager transports us to Camp Nightingale where the entirety of the Dogwood cabin has gone missing – save for Emma Davis, the youngest of the group. Fast forward 15 years into the future. Emma still has made a budding career painting her unprocessed emotions and memories surrounding camp and now, being offered a camp instructor position, she is has the chance of a lifetime to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The reader is taken on a psychological roller coaster as we read from the dual timelines of 13 year old Emma and 28 year old Emma, unravelling the mystery of Lake Midnight.
My only regret is not realizing this gem was published two years ago. Both of the books I read have been 4.5-5 star knock outs and I can definitively say Riley Sager owns my favorite author spot. He writes an unreliable female narrator without making her to be the alcoholic ex-wife on Vicodin. It’s a thriller without the wash-rinse-repeat of a drugged out main character. A mystery without the Windex-clear plot lines.
If you’re looking for something that will make you think wait just a gosh darn minute! you’ll find it here.