Emily Hewitt attends AA meetings in Dallas. She is articulate, self-aware, and has a way of sharing that makes the room go quiet. She tells the group about the man who loved her — the way he drove with the windows down, the particular light of October afternoons, the feeling of being, for the first time, exactly where she was supposed to be.
But something about her stories unsettles. They are too vivid, too complete. Real memory doesn't work like that. And the reader, like Emily's group, will have to reckon with a growing feeling — the sense that something is off, that they have heard this before, that the story is a little too good to be entirely true.
The Lie That Loved Me Back is a novel about what the mind builds in the absence of love — and the cost of living inside what you've built. It is a book about performance and truth, about the past we carry and the stories we use to survive it.
Set in Dallas, Texas. Structured to make you question your own reading.
