The Lying Game by Ruth Ware

Main Characters

  • Isa Wilde
  • Kate Atagon
  • Fatima Chaudhry
  • Thea West
  • Luc

Publisher’s Summary

From the New York Times best-selling author of the “pulse-quickening” (Good Housekeeping UK) In a Dark, Dark Wood and The Woman in Cabin 10 comes Ruth Ware’s highly anticipated third novel, featuring her signature “verve and energy” (Library Journal).

On a cool June morning, Isa Wilde, a resident of the seemingly idyllic coastal village of Salten, is walking her dog along a tidal estuary. Before she can stop him, Isa’s dog charges into the water to retrieve what first appears to be a wayward stick – and to her horror, Isa discovers it’s not a stick at all…but a human bone. As her three best friends from childhood converge in Salten to comfort a seriously shaken-up Isa, terrifying discoveries are made, and their collective history slowly unravels.

Tackling the slipperiness of memories, the relativity of truth, and the danger of obsessive friendships, The Lying Game is a gripping mystery with compelling characters and electric prose, resulting in a can’t-stop-listening thriller.

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My Review

Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

The Lying Game is a slow-burning psychological thriller about four friends Isa, Kate, Fatima, and Thea who are bound together by lies.

As I have mentioned before Ruth Ware’s writing is suspenseful and always keeps you guessing. My rating for this book is 4.5 stars out of 5. The reason why this book is not a solid 5 is that it was a bit too slow for me. I felt like I was waiting so long to get to the truth/ending even though I read this book in 3 days.

I feel like the author could’ve skipped the whole part of them going home then coming back. Loved this book and definitely would recommend it. Just a tiny tiny bit slow.

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Book Quotes

― Ruth Ware, The Lying Game

“You’re never an ex-addict, you’re just an addict who hasn’t had a fix in a while.”

“A wall, after all, isn’t just about keeping others out. It can also be for trapping people inside.”

“Here’s to us,” she said, holding the bottle high, the moonlight striking off the glass. “May we never grow old.”