The Good Liar Book Review Novels & Stories

"Give me six weeks." He watches me. That's his tell — the pause before he decides to trust someone. He thinks he hides it, thinks his expression remains neutral, thinks the slight tightening around his eyes is invisible to anyone not specifically trained to catch it. He's wrong. I've had his calls catalogued since our second meeting. He doesn't know this, of course. The best liars never look like they're lying, and part of being a good liar is letting other people believe they're better at reading you than they actually are.

“You know all girls aren't like your ex, right?” I nod. “I do. And that’s why I draw a line between liars and non-liars. So that I can weed out the ones like her.” Levi throws a pillow at me. “You’re unbelievable. Why do you always believe the worst about people? Not everyone who lies is out to get you. Sometimes they’re doing what they think is best for you.” I shrug. “Maybe. But at the end of the day, actions are what count. If somebody’s trying to ‘do what’s best for me’, they’ll back it up with their actions. Otherwise, I assume they’re full of shit.”

His other hand cupped my chin and tilting my face up. “Did you read the marked pages like a good girl?” “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, already breathing faster. “Every single one.” “And?” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Tell me what they made you feel. Every wet, needy detail. No lies” Heat flooded my face, but the way he looked at me made me brave. “They made me ache,” I admitted. “The passage about guilt living in the ribs… I felt it here.” I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly slid it lower, over my stomach. “And lower. I touched myself while reading. I imagined it was you watching me fall apart. The author wanted to be seen completely, even the ugly parts. It made me so wet I had to

Not before he'd accidentally let her. He glanced at the book. "You recommend it?" "I do." "Why?" Because I think you need it. Because I think you're lonelier than anyone realizes. Because I think you're carrying something heavy and pretending it doesn't hurt. She said none of those things. Instead: "It's a good story." Walter studied her. Perhaps hearing the answer she didn't give. Then he nodded. "I'll take it." Lois blinked. "Seriously?" "You recommended it." "Most people ask questions first."

He looked at me like he is waiting for something. Oh a reply. I purposely don't want to answer him, so I stared back at him looking lost. "Shey you no hear wetin I talk ni!!!?" He shouted this time,making me secretly roll my eyes at him. "I didn't hear what you said" I lied.I wanted him to repeat himself. He should be there calling someone 'young lad'. He doesn't even know what I have gone through in this life that he is calling me a young lad. A whole me.

he professed and stared at me with the question as to why I did not tell the truth. I sneered at him. “So, you did read it, but you did not bother replying,” I shook my head in disbelief, but then I realized it doesn’t matter now. “Because I want to hear those words from you, Tara,” Blake uttered, looking at me with confusion. Sweat beaded my forehead, making me feel sure about one thing. I balled my fists, becoming hot under the collar to my obvious situation, that these siblings lured me here and lied to me.

They talked about the books they'd read that week, Cross Her Heart and The Last Thing He Told Me, dissecting characters and motives and twists with enthusiasm. "I didn't trust Lisa from the start," one woman said, shaking her head when they started talking about Cross Her Heart. "There was something off." "That's the point though," someone else countered. "You're supposed to question your instincts." Daniel jumped in then, confident and articulate, leaning forward slightly as he spoke. I watched him more than I listened, the way his hands moved when he emphasized a point, the way his expression shifted as he considered different perspectives. He looked comfortable, like he belonged there, li

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

Leaning back in her seat, she started, “A big bad wolf is usually the most misunderstood one in the pack, someone who’s responsible for everyone. Everyone watches his every step and every expectation of him is high. They do all they can to protect what they have, which sometimes comes with a lot of bad.” I stared at her, unsure of why her words hit so deep in me. It was as if she... knew me. The real me. Despite knowing of my duties, the women in my world considered me the villain, all because I killed and maimed and tortured our enemies to keep our home safe, but this woman, a stranger, thought of this in a new light, one I hadn’t in long. “What if the big bad wolf is just... bad?”

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”