Everyone is Lying by Holly Down

5 Stars from me ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is an exceptional psychological thriller, it is incredibly past paced and twisty and as the title says everyone is lying making it impossible to know who is reliable and which story arc is true.

I love how lost I got in these pages as the story unfolded and no matter how hard I tried to second guess the author, I soon discovered that trying to establish who was telling the truth was 100%  akin to attempting to staple jelly to a wall.

I’d be hard pushed to identify a character that I liked in the book, I wanted so much to be on the side of the main character, but I’m not sure she was a great person either before or after the accident that sees her bed bound.

Fans of Lisa Jewell will absolutely devour this book and I am grateful to the author, Netgalley and Bookouture for an ARC in return for an honest review.

Blurb: They say I’m lucky to be alive. But the only thing I can remember are the faces of my husband and baby. The husband and baby they insist don’t exist…

I can hear a door slamming, and the low hum of distant traffic. I struggle to open my eyes, and the panic sets in. I have no memory of who I am, why I’m here, where all this pain is coming from…

Then the door cracks open, a face lighting up in surprise. ‘You’re awake!’ She looks pleased to see me, but all I can think is: I don’t know you.

She tells me I’m her sister – that there was an accident and I’ve been in a coma. But as she skillfully evades my questions, I know something is wrong. Because when I ask her about my husband and baby, she gently tells me they never existed. I know she’s lying.

As she leaves the room and the lock clicks behind her, my heart starts to pound. And as the days pass stuck in this room, I start to discover unsettling details I hadn’t noticed before. Photographs that don’t seem to fit their frames. The anonymous note buried deep in a bunch of flowers I feel sure I was never meant to find – with just two words on it: I’m sorry…

What really happened to me? Is this woman really my sister? And if she’s not: who is she, what does she want from me – and what has she done to my family…?