We are told early on that Sloane Caraway is a liar.Β Her motives for this are both simple and complex. Most of her lies are basically harmless, until their not.Β She wants to be liked and thought of as interesting.Β A chance encounter with a hurt child and her good looking father led to Sloane becoming a nanny to the child. Admittedly, she is attracted to the child's father but sheΒ Β finds she is also attracted to the child's mother.Β They actually become friends which is something Sloane has been craving for.Β One lie led to another and Sloane becomes part of this seemingly perfect family.Β But, as the story develops we learn that Sloane is not the only one lying and the parents have their own secrets.
COUNT MY LIES, by Sophie Stava, is a cleverly plotted suspense psychological thriller.Β With few exceptions, most of the characters are flawed.Β Some more than others.Β Narrated mostly by Sloane, readers get to know her quite well. She has a past she hasn't learned from and the path she is now on might just be her last.Β As for her newly found "family", make no mistake-they are not the Waltons.
Fast moving, filled with secrets and twists and turns, COUNT MY LIES is an enthralling and fascinating story.Β For those who enjoy a propulsive thriller, COUNT MY LIES is that book.Β Highly recommended.
A read-in-one-night suspense thriller narrated by 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. For the millions of us still chasing those gone girls, this is perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, Lucy Foley, and Laura Dave.
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 herself—she tells the girl’s (very attractive) dad she’s a nurse and helps him pull a bee stinger from the girl’s foot.
With this lie, and chance encounter, Sloane becomes the nanny for the wealthy, and privileged 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 isn’t the only one lying, and all that’s picture-perfect 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, form their own truth and a 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 images we spend so much time trying to maintain.
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