The Last Time I Lied by Riley Sager
Dutton | July 3, 2018
Okay, so Riley Sager is a man.
Nothing wrong with that, I was just positive this author was a woman. There was something about the writing style, the name, and the fact that the story is always told by the POV of a woman. It’s not. Riley Sager is a man. You know what they say about assumptions, I guess.
What an author he is. The Last Time I Lied was captivating and spooky. As an ex-camper myself, I really felt the atmosphere, the cabins, the lodge… not so much the flooded valley turned man made lake, but everything else was spot on. We even had the “scary” legend at my camp, which happened to be near a prison.
The atmosphere of camp, and camping, is likely why so many awesome scary stories are set there.
In addition, I love Riley Sager’s way of telling the story in a past/present format. The flashback chapters in The Last Time I Lied were fantastically done, and both versions of Emma (13 year old Emma, and 28 year old Emma) were equally compelling. I didn’t feel drawn to one over the other, which can be hard to do.
It was more than being drawn into the story. I liked Emma. I loved how she was nervous, and she could be intimidated, but she still spoke up and stuck up for herself. Emma wasn’t perfect. She made bad decisions, both at 13 and again at 28, but who in the hell doesn’t? She was a character I could get behind and support, and that made the story even better.
Then there’s the plot.
Holy bejeezus, did Riley Sager take me on a ride!
Finishing Final Girls I was mostly surprised, but only mostly. There was always this niggling thought in the back of my head, probably because at one point or another I suspected every character was the killer. Even Quincy! Anyone and everyone was a suspect. When you read a book like that, you can only be mostly surprised.
That was not the case when I finished The Last Time I Lied. I was absolutely stunned.
The final chapter left me dazed.
Sitting next to my husband on the couch I’m pretty sure I actually cried out, my pupils dilated, while I held my hand to my mouth. I need someone to read this book so I have someone, anyone, to talk to.
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(If you haven’t, probably stay away from the comments, just in case.)