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younger, there was
a star I
used to wish
upon. I would
always be able
to find it
in the sky
as it shone
the brightest. It
was with me
through thick and
thin, guiding me
through my past
and present. I
would wish upon
it, waiting for
the dream to
come true. A
few weeks before
I met you,
the star vanished.
I would look
for it within
the sky, but
it was gone.
Then I met
you and the
first thing I
noticed about you
was your light,
as if your
body couldn’t contain
all of it.
I wondered if
I had been
a star for
you within your
own sky, guiding
you towards your
future, towards me.
As I grew
to know you,
then to love
you, I wondered
what two stars
who were earthbound
would look like
from above and
how brightly we
shone now that
we were together.
think of my
body as an
orchestra. The musicians
are busy warming
up and getting
ready to play
something wonderful. I
listen to the
musicians warming up
all their instruments.
The pains
and spasms in
my body are
like music. The
twinges in my
shoulders? The percussion
section banging on
cymbals. The slow
throb of pain
in my legs?
They are but
cellos playing a
soulful tune. The
intense stabs of
hot needles in
my back? Violins,
playing aggressively. The
fatigue, pulling me
into sleep? They
are but flutes
touching notes that
lull me into
slumber. The temporary
speech problems? It’s
the conductor getting
ready. The loss
of balance as
I try to
walk? It’s the
audience taking their
seats. Something good
always comes from
something bad and
my pain is
really my bodies
music, and my
body is a
symphony of sound
and colour. Every
morning, I take
a moment to
see what kind
of tune it
will play today.
I listen to
my body and
the music that
it makes, hoping
to hear something
beautiful.
Grace 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.
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.