Devious Lies by Parker S. Huntington

My Review

       Ohhhh what a tangled web we weave. Or in this case: Oh what a mountain of lies we build. 

Let me begin with mentioning this disclaimer. So when I initially read the blurb I thought this story was going in a completely different direction than what actually happened. There’s this girl, Emery, who loves her best friend Reed. One night she decides to jump head first into shooting her shot by sneaking into his room and confess her love for him and sleep with him at the same time. Oblivious plot twist she sleeps with Reed’s older brother, Nash, who happened to be staying in Reed’s room while he was gone. 

Intriguing right? So this is how I’m thinking the story will go from there: later on down some line Reed will realize that he is also in love with Emery, but she never told him that she accidently slept with Nash. But now Nash is into her also and can ‘t get her out of his head, and it turns out to be a crazy ass love triangle.

WRONG!

There’s no love triangle so if you’re on the same wavelength as me, kill that idea. This story doesn’t need a love triangle added on top of the already mosh pit of crazy shit.

       Not gonna lie, at the beginning the pacing worried me. It this thing I battle with when I’m reading, I want to jump into the good stuff like the mistaken identity and the reunion years later. But at the same time, I don’t want to jump in because I want to savor it. And that’s what happened when I read Devious Lies; I savored it. It’s the slow burn that irritates you, and delights you at the same time.

Steam Scale Polarizing

Comments & Side Notes

§  I love love LOVED Emery’s email to her mother. I love a grand “fuck you” statement to someone. It was even better that it was her ridiculous mother

§ If there is anyone out there what artistic capabilities, can someone sketch the Moira centerpiece and plaster that online!? I can only imagine (cause I have no other choice) what a real sculpture like that would look like, but I’ll take a mock drawing. I couldn’t draw if someone held a gun to my head so that’s why I’m putting it out there for someone else to take a shot at it.

Quotable Highlights

Reed remained pristine as a sacrificial virgin, a purity we all fought to maintain at all costs. So, he could be pissed all of us, but his anger rested on a cracked foundation.    -Nash, Ch. 21

       It’s ironic that Nash says that Reed’s anger rests on a cracked foundation when his rests is the actual same way towards Emery and he doesn’t even know it yet