The story . . . was dark and full of conflict and passion and so many twists. No one is who they seem and everything was captivating' NetGalley user This Lie Will Kill You reminded me of Pretty Little Liars, Scream, and I Know What You Did Last Summer. If I were to be honest, it felt like I was reading a screenplay or a story written for the screen instead of a book. Well, I read this as an audiobook, so it actually served a similar purpose. I thought this was quite good, especially as the idea of porcelain was used as a motif throughout, symbolising emotional detachment. But although narration of this style kept cropping up, it wasn't constant.

I loved reading about the museum and would have loved to visit it. It sounds like the kind of museum I would enjoy a ton!Determined to make it through her Drama Course, Niamh is placed at the Victorian Museum to put her drama skills to the test, and there she meets Tommy: he’s kind, fun, attentive, and really hot! . . . Nonetheless, there's something eerie about the museum.

I read ThisLieWillKillYou allinoneday, and that’s both a compliment and a problem. On the one hand, I kept reading until I finished. On the other, I did that because the story felt so light that I kind of just wanted to get it over with. When her phone lit up again, she was surprised to feel her heart leap. How could she still have hope after everything that had happened? Her heart was a bruised and bludgeoned thing. A Pandora’s box filled with grief and regret. But somewhere, hidden in the darkness, hope was glittering.” Her mother didn’t answer, so Juniper snatched up the invitation. She made no attempt to be sly about it. One second the paper was fluttering in her mother’s fingers, and then it wasn’t. One second the breath was filling Juniper’s lungs, and then it was gone. The premise of this story is shaky, like they go to the house on the night of Shane’s death when it is obviously a set up. But ok let’s pretend it makes sense and they are just very gullible. Join thousands of other users in fan casting your favorite stories. Take 30 seconds to create a completely free profile, which will allow you to:

I miss her too. Juniper’s vision blurred as she thought of Ruby’s smile, Ruby’s laugh, Ruby’s touch. She pushed off from the table, her chair screeching behind her. Too bad she doesn’t miss me.