Every Single Lie
In this gripping YA novel about social media bullying and half-truths, one girl's discovery of a dead baby in her high school locker room rocks an entire community.
Nobody in Beckett's life seems to be telling the whole story. Her boyfriend Jake keeps hiding texts and might be cheating on her. Her father lied about losing his job before his shocking death. And everyone in school seems to be whispering about her and her family behind her back.
But none of that compares to the day Beckett finds the body of a newborn baby in a gym bag-Jake's gym bag -on the floor of her high school locker room. As word leaks out, rumors that Beckett's the mother take off like wildfire in a town all too ready to believe the worst of her. And as the police investigation unfolds, she discovers that everyone has a secret to hide and the truth could alter everything she thought she knew.
To every single time I thought about putting this book down to go to bed but instead ended up finishing it at 2 am.
I dedicate this to you.
RATING: 🌟🌟🌟🌟⭐ 4. 5 (y'all notice how I write .5, so it means that the number rounded gives five stars, but I still give it only four? That is called having 'trust issues')
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ABORT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET!
Why does my heart suddenly feel like everything has been thrown at it in the span of 300 pages, and it doesn't know how to act without mildly freaking out?
I don't know, but I'll try to put my messed up feelings into words. Because I'm a decent being. Sometimes.
I am still not okay after all of that went down.
This is the end of the spoiler-free section.
You have been warned, but because I want to exemplify that, I'll repeat this statement a few more times.
First things first, I am slightly broken after finishing this book. Something died inside my heart, this is me trying to regain it.
One of the things that most struck me about this book, is that it didn't look completely boring. (realizes that makes me sound like a tepid douchnugget) Okay, that week was not the best for me, book-wise (also, life-wise, donut wise, taking over the world-wise), so I forced myself to venture into a book that was either going to utterly disappoint me or leave me by a metaphorical sidewalk destroyed and unable to cope. Either way, wonderful outcome.
*nod* Right. So I read the book. I read it and was bamboozled and utterly gripped by the story, in a way I wasn't expecting to (as aforementioned above)and yes, I am beating around the bush to explain how/ where/and why this book was amazing. Why? Well, because, I have no idea what to write. It's so hilarious that I can write a three paged rant about a book I absolutely despised and when I actually thought a book was better than decent, my brain always goes:
I am SHOOKETH.
The characters were so good, apart from the main character and everyone besides the little sister, the mom, and the brother. See? I can compromise (why am I always so salty?? I need help).
The main girl was, in eloquent words, an annoying idiotic moron with a few nice things thrown in for 'purpose'. Please let me branch out in this messed-up metaphorical tree of characters that have taken root inside my brainal operating system (and yes, it had to be a tree, I need to organize my thoughts. Mother Nature does the opposite, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt)
Visual representation of how I ended up looking after, you know, basically dying. I mean, finishing the book.
I'll probably make it a poster under the caption: Finishing a book like-
*snort* Ahhhh, so smart, tis I.
So, walking back to what I was talking about before I was derailed by my own self (flashback to when I actually had a decent memory span).
Beckett (Main girl): She finds the dead body of a child in the girls' locker room after trying to enter her ex-boyfriend's car (the stupidity of how they broke up just knocked one star from the possible five stars it could've had. Apart from the other .5 debunking for Beckett's existence) and you know, the normal reaction after seeing a dead body, would be either to freak out, or be in shock, no? This girl, guys. This girl, just took a picture of the bag in which the child was in (because of course, it had to be her boyfriend's.) and moved on.
What??? Like, I get that shock hits people differently, and that is completely acceptable, (because she was the one that found her dad dead, as in, not breathing. So I can see how she would react the way she did) But after all that happened? When her mom asked her how she was, Beckett said, and I quote: "I am okay" And I know, I know, we're in her perspective, her brain, we know her better than everyone else, but even then, no emotion. Nada. Until she was faced with all the '#BabyKiller' which um... can I quickly smack every single mucusy being who promoted that hashtag in this book? (I get that they're fictional, but come on, can I still smack them?) Beckett was a very complicated character to watch because she wouldn't stand up for herself, even when being insulted face to face... until she exploded in the old lady (idiotic old people this time) beauty parlor, and at that point, I was SCREAMING. Like, literally, SCREAMING. All: YOU GO GIRL, TELL THEM OFF, YASSSS QUEEENNNN. And then all of that was ruined when a reporter caught her bad-mouthing said, old ladies. All's well, that ends well. (How does that even apply here-?) But I'm getting too ahead of myself.
To introduce my thoughts to the rest of the book, I'll do a quick rundown of the good and bad points of Beckett *mumbling* Gtuismo. (don't remember her last name, sue me.)
Best parts of her wonderful personality:
How she stood up to the old ladies.
How she broke up with her boyfriend because she thought, I'm sorry, KNEW he was cheating on her.
How she did everything to find out valuable information of how her mother (the detective) was handling the investigation, to then promise not to say it to anyone and then publicly announce everything IN A LOUD VOICE.
How even when there was a dead child, and she had seen the dead child, she promptly forgot about her because she was so ~invested~ in previously mentioned EX boyfriend. She's so nice.
Those special moments in which she basically accused everyone of being the father/ mother of the child and then expecting them to suddenly forget about that and become fwends with her again. Ha ha, such a unique girl.
Worst parts of her wonderful personality:
Oh wait, of course, there aren't any! Silly me, how could there be when she always thinks she's absolutely right and won't hear otherwise, EVEN WHEN THE TRUTH IS BASICALLY THERE.
The ex-boyfriend, Jake, is where things start getting a bit more interesting. He hid texts from Beckett for SO LONG. Like, legit. Hid. The. Phone. I was just shaking my head at this point. The first step to not looking suspicious is NOT ACTING SUSPICIOUS. Who would've thought about that??? The guy was basically there. Just, there. I don't even understand his purpose. Oh, wait, yes I do. Making the MC more conflicted than she was before.
The whole story, from beginning to the amazing end, was a complete roller coaster. The writing was astoundingly good, the characters were... good. The storyline, WAS OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH SIMPLY BOOTIFUL. And guys, if you still haven't read the book and are still reading this (which I hope you aren't doing) this is where you'll REALLY want to get going. Why? Well, because I'm about to freak out about the reveal of the baby's mother, sorry, Lullaby's mother.
It was the sister. Beckett's sister. The one who is 13 years old. The one who everyone, including me, was being safeguarded against the horrors of the outside world. Landry. Yes, her. I honestly was doubting every single character in this book as to who in the heck had given birth. I suspected their mother, their teachers, Beckett's brother's girlfriend, the neighbor, every student that was ever mentioned. Likewise, I suspected EVERYONE, but Landry. Why do I always do this to myself? Figure out the mystery right after the conclusion is literally two paragraphs away. *le sigh* Tis a problem. I internally cried when Landry explained her pain, her heartbreak. So yes, this book is definitely one of THOSE. One that sticks like fungus. But the good kind. The glowing kind.
This is the end, dear children. This review has taken me approximately *checks non-existent clock* two hours, and I fear that my ranting cells have exceeded themselves for the day.
SIKE! There's still one more thing I would love to talk about.
“It takes two, you know,” Amira snaps at him.
“In the beginning, maybe. But what good is it going to do a guy to take the day-after pill? Ultimately, this is on the girl.”
Cabrini pulls out of his grip and glares up at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Hey, I’m just shining a little daylight on this thing. A little reality. The truth is that no matter what precautions the guy takes, if a girl gets pregnant, the decisions from then on are hers. That’s what you all wanted, right? A guy has no say in whether or not she keeps the baby, but if she does, he has to pay for it for the next eighteen years. That’s taxation without representation. Wars get started over that .”
(I don't have the energy nor the patience to explain to Cameron how ignorant and stupid he sounded.)
So boys and girls, unicorns and dragons, the time for my final statement has arrived.
This was a special read, some things got on my frivolous nerves, whilst other things destroyed said nerves. So if you haven't read it. READ IT, porfavor.
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