** spoiler alert ** Let’s start with the title. I’ll just cut to the chase and tell you that there aren’t a hundred lies, or even a hint at lies. We learn that Lizzie Lovett wasn’t as happy as she pretended to be. That’s not even a story, much less the title of a book.
It got preachy at the end. The last twenty pages or so was supposedly internal monologue with a few scenes in it, but the reality is that it was a thinly veiled sermon. I did like that the main character seemed to find love in the end. I did want that for her, just like I want it for my own daughters.
Spoiler: For Christians, I would say this book is not an option. There is a description of sex in one of the latter chapter. It’s not overly dramatic, but for believers, I believe it’s a non-starter.
Spoiler: One of the only things I really appreciated from the book was on page 340, when it talks about a list of suicidal warning signs, even though Lizzie hadn’t had any. That’s true in so many cases. We talk about what we might have missed, but the simple fact is that we often don’t see any warning signs. It sucks, but it’s also true.
The biggest takeaway, and the biggest negative, is that I kept reading the book, hoping that there would be some positivity at some point, but there just wasn’t. Even in tying up loose ends, Sedoti left me depressed. I get it, teenage angst is tough. As a human, I went through it too. Unfortunately, all I felt at the end of this book was depression. It was technically sound, so I give it 3 stars, but nothing more.
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