Lies I Told by Michelle Zink – A Book Review

Goodreads_CoverGrace knows that everyone lies. She also knows that she’s living one.

To the outside world, she is part of the perfect family: devoted parents, loving brother. She is a girl with the world at her fingertips. What the world doesn’t know is that it’s all a lie, a carefully constructed one.

She is part of a family of con-artists. Adopted at a young age, she is part of the con. In exchange for her work, she has a family, such as it is. It’s preferable to the life she left behind, one of foster care and abuse. Now she has safety, as long as she follows the rules.

They travel all over looking for the next mark, the next job, the next person to steal from: money, art, bonds, nothing is safe Grace is used to this, for it’s the only life she’s ever known. However, sometimes, she wishes she were just a regular teenager, able to have friends, to have a life of her own.

It’s always the same, though. They move in, set up house, find their mark and pull their con. Then they move on, leaving everything and everyone behind. Or, in Grace’s case, almost everything.

She knows it goes against the code of the con-artist, but she has a small wooden box containing items from her different pasts to remind her of who she was and who she is. Grace knows that it’s wrong to hold onto anything from a previous con, but she holds on to her keepsakes nonetheless as if she’s gathering pieces of herself.

Everything changes when they find themselves in Playa Hermosa. The mark is a wealthy family and the heist will be their largest yet. She has one job: get close to the son, Logan, to find an in into the family.

She integrates herself into school, makes friends with others and all is going according to plan. What she didn’t count on was falling for Logan. He was supposed to be just another part of the heist. She had used boys to achieve her means before, but had never fallen for one.

This time, the emotions she feels for Logan are all too real. She has trouble distinguishing between the Logan she loves and Logan the mark.

Things begin to unravel for Grace when one of the other high school students finds an old high school photo ID that Grace was stupid enough to take to school with her. She had been using it as a talisman of sorts to give her strength.

Now it could mean her downfall…

In short, I was blown away by this book. Lies I Told isn’t just a novel that you read. It’s a novel that you feel, that seeps into you; one that leaves you feeling a kind of shell shock when it’s over. What I loved most about it was the underlying sense of unease worked all throughout the novel. You can’t escape the sense that something will go wrong.

That’s an incredible feat for any author to carry throughout a whole novel. Michelle Zink manages to do this with aplomb, never letting up the suspense for a moment. Add to it one of the most moving young love stories I’ve ever read and you’ve got yourself a winner.

This is Zink’s first novel that has no fantasy elements whatsoever and it’s an incredible success. You can tell that she’s done her research for this novel, nothing feels too heavy handed or fake. She brings you into a family of con-artists and it’s like we’re there with her. We sense the danger, the unease, the upset.

What really worked for me was the characters and how real they were. Logan, Parker and Grace were the stand outs for me. Logan goes beyond the standard book boyfriend in the YA genre and is a real man, full of compassion and honesty. Parker is a surprise for me. He knows what he must do but fights against it. He’s in a constant state of breakdown.

Grace is the real stand out for me, though. She isn’t really a heroine but an ant-hero. However, you can’t help but feel for her, following her along on her struggle to do what is right and what her heart wants. Michelle writes so well that you can’t help but be pulled into Grace’s plight, loving Logan right along with her and dreading what she must do.

This was a thrill ride the whole way through and the ending will leave you breathless. Lies I Told is really the best book that Michelle Zink has written, and I’ve read them all. This is Zink’s most accomplished novel, her most adult YA. It deals with themes that aren’t normally dealt with in YA literature and succeeds because of this.

I can’t wait to read Lies I Told all over again.

Clouds and Spirit Wind – A Poem

My mind isSummerClouds

full of clouds

and my spirit

is the wind.

The clouds are

shaped like you.

I can see

the outline of

your chin, the

strong set of

your jaw, it’s

disapproving frown seeming

to mock me

as it did

so many times

before. Lately, I’ve

started to forget

you. The timbre

of your voice

when you got

angry, the colour

of your eyes.

What your middle

name was or

your birthday. Those

details ceased to

matter, though I

thought they would

be burned into

my mind forever.

The more I

forgot, the more

I was able

to let go.

As I look

at the clouds

inside my head,

they begin to

disassemble, the wind

of my spirit

growing ever stronger,

a storm without

lightening. I watch

the growing breeze

and wonder why

what you thought

of me mattered

so much, why

I’ve carried pieces

of you around

with me like

a hair shirt

made of needles.

Why I’ve based

my self-worth on

someone who isn’t

worth anything to

me anymore; who

didn’t treat me

like I was

worth anything at

all except a

convenience. I stare

at the clouds

as they continue

to shift and

watch as the

outline of your

face begins to

disappear, the shape

of your brow

begins to lessen.

Thunder from the

clouds that make

your shape and

form let out

a rumble of

thunder and there

is a streak

lightning in my

head that flashes

sharp like a

knife. I take

a deep breath.

“I let you go.”

I whisper softly.

“As I forget you, I let you go.”

My spirit grew

brighter than a

star, shining brilliantly

upon the clouds.

It began to

gather force, creating

its own wind

to push away

the gathering storm.

The spirit wind

ran at the

growing mass of

darkness and pushed

the clouds away,

forced them to

break apart until

there was nothing

left but smoke

and vapour. I

looked up at

the bright blue

sky within me

and my entire

body felt full

of the light

that had always

been within me.

“I’ve let you go.”

I said and

took comfort from

how free of

clouds the sky

was.

Dance Across the Page – A Poem

In the dream,index

I’m talking about

my writing, about

the novel I’m

working on, the

poems that I’m

writing, the short

stories I’m bringing

to life. I

see myself in

the dream and

my face looks

so lively, animated.

I happen to

look down at

my feet and

see that, for

some reason, I’m

wearing dance shoes.

They are leaving

ink stains on

the floor as

I walk along

with my companion.

Then I look

closer and see

that the floor

is made out

of paper, that

I am leaving

footprints shaped like

words behind me.

I wake, only

for a moment,

wondering what the

dream meant. When

sleep finds me

once again, I

find myself in

another dream. I’m

talking to a

fellow writer about

the dream I

just had. I’m

looking at her

in bewildered confusion.

“I just don’t understand what the dream meant.”

I tell her.

“I don’t understand what it was trying to tell me.”

She gives me

a look of

patience, as if

the meaning behind

the dream should

have been obvious.

“I think the meaning is pretty clear. You’re a writer. You can’t keep your words bottled up. You have to dance across the page.”

I wake with

a start, wondering

at the almost

dream within a

dream, at what

my subconscious was

telling me. I

feel the urge

to write, I

need to write.

It is who

I am.

You Are the Gift – A Poem

There was aindex

box sitting on

the table. It

was an ordinary

kind of box,

beige and plain,

but there were

markings on the

side, as if

if had travelled

all over the

world. I looked

at the box.

“What’s inside?”

You smiled at

me and said:

“You’ll have to open it to find out.”

I pulled the

box closer, surprised

by how light

it was. I

shook it, hearing

nothing inside. I

looked at you.

“What’s inside?”

You only smiled,

the facial gesture

brightening your face.

“You’ll have to open it to find out.”

So, carefully, I

opened the box.

Light poured out,

filling our living

room with gorgeous

light, brighter than

any sun. The

light didn’t blind

  1. Instead, it only

served to make

you look more

beautiful. I

looked to you.

“It’s beautiful. Where does it come from?”

You didn’t hesitate

when you answered.

“It’s my love for you, given physical form. I wanted to get you a gift and this was all I could come up with.”

I sat back

in your arms

and watched the

light play on

the ceiling, chasing

the shadows away.

I thought back

to how I

was, what I

had been, what

parts of me

I had left

behind. I was

a richer man

for having your

love in my

life in body,

mind and spirit.

I looked at

you and kissed

you gently, softly.

“You are the gift.”

I said quietly.

“I can’t imagine any better gift than you.”

The light from

the box grew

brighter as my

love light mixed

with your own.

We sat there,

entranced by the

glow of what

we had created

together.

Two Halves, One Heart – A Poem

There is aphoto-jan-22-1-24-11-pm1

legend that says,

once upon a

time, we were

two people that

shared a body.

Two heads, two

hearts. The Gods

got angry and

split us into

two, forever separate,

the soul grieving

for the lost

part of themselves.

Most of us

spend their entire

lives looking for

the other half

of themselves, the

missing piece of

who they are

and what they

could be. Some

don’t even know

what they’re looking

for, just that

they know something

is missing, that

there is a

hole, wider than

a dessert or

the deepest chasm,

inside of them.

We spend our

lives looking for

that spark in

someone’s eyes that

speaks of recognition

and puts a

spark within our

own eyes. Some

never find their

soul mate, they

never find the

other half of

their heart. I

am lucky to

have found both

of these in

one man, or

to have him

found me. When

he gave me

his heart, I

gave him mine

in return and

when they were

joined as one,

the skies themselves

sang out in

joy. My soul

sings out with

glee as our

hearts become one

and light from

within it shines

forth, lighting our

way ever forward,

the light growing

brighter with each

stitch of the

needle and thread

pulling our hearts

closer together until

it becomes one.