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Review: The Liar by Stephen Fry #bookgifts

The Liar by Stephen Fry

Having given The Liar as a birthday present last year, based on their love of Stephen Fry, I have finally gotten around to reading it myself. Allowing myself four days to read it, I finished it early. The book is engaging and amusing, filled with blistering embarrassing moments (that anyone with a crush can relate to) all the way to witnessing a murder (which perhaps less of us can relate to). At the heart of this story, there is a confused protagonist, trying to find his place in the world throughout his whole life. Don’t we all at one point or another fear we will never fit in? Switching between different time periods in his life may be confusing at first, but it keeps the readers on their toes and just painfully aware of how long that ugly duckling feeling can remain even when we can fly on our own. Combined with this coming of age story is a plot filled with twists, mystery, and adventure. Maybe more astute or suspicious readers will have seen the final twists coming, but not I. The end wraps up in a whirlwind of intrigue, deception, and revelation. I left the book gape mouthed but reflecting back onto my reading experience, it was an enjoyable and entertaining read that tricked me. What more could I ask?

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2 thoughts on “Review: The Liar by Stephen Fry #bookgifts

  1. “Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it’s the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic diaries; language is the faint scent of urine on a pair of boxer shorts, it’s a half-remembered childhood birthday party, a creak on the stair, a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, the warm wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl, cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.”

    On that note: I’m very happy to see you do what we all admire in you 🙂 Looking forward to reading more of your thoughts!

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