A read-in-one-night suspense thriller about a compulsive liar whose little white lies allow her to enter into the life and comfort of a wealthy married couple who are harboring much darker secrets themselves. This is perfect for the millions of us still chasing those gone girls.
Sloane Caraway is a liar.
Harmless lies, mostly, to make her self-proclaimed sad, little life a bit more interesting.
So when Sloane sees a young girl in tears at a park one afternoon, she can't help herselfshe tells the girls very attractive dad that she is a nurse and helps him pull a bee stinger from the girls foot.
With this lie, and chance encounter, Sloane becomes the nanny for the wealthy and privileged life of Jay and Violet Lockhart. The perfect New York couple, with a brownstone, a daughter in private school, and summers on Block Island.
But maybe Sloane isnt the only one lying, and all that is pictureperfect harbors a much more dangerous truth. To say anything more is to spoil the most exciting, twisty, and bitingly smart suspense novel to come out in years.
The thing about lies is that they add up and form their own truth and twisted prison of a world. And in Count My Lies, Sophie Stava spins a breakneck, unputdownable thriller about the secrets we keep and the terrifying dangers that lurk just under the pictureperfect images we spend so much time trying to maintain.
Be careful what you lie for.
