Book Review for The Liar’s Diary by Patry Francis

The Liar’s Diary, an internal suspense novel by premiere author Patry Francis, should be tooled in great smelling red leather with gilt edges, and put on your bookshelf in a location of honor. Secret Diary Books

Be advised. When you buy it, allow for a constant block of time. Ignore sleep. The lure of The Liar’s Diary is strong, because of it will call your name incessantly, and your dreams will be filled with Ms. Francis’s characters long after you have reached the finish of this riveting new work. 

Entire of subtle, twisting facts that bob and place in a surf of lies, The Liar’s Log is like a vulnerable raft on a lump sea of denial. Cautiously selected truths are genuinely revealed even as we are thrust into the life of high school secretary Jeanne Get across. The raft soars higher – just enough to almost peer over the whitecaps. Jeanne glimpses half-truths so disturbing she retreats in to the safety of her compulsively ordered life. Discombobulated and psychological turmoil, we twist and weave in a different direction beside her, constantly on edge and guessing until the last page.

Jeanne strives to be the dutiful better half, mother, housekeeper, nurturer, and employee. But we quickly learn her perfect a lot more built on a severely cracked groundwork. Gavin Cross, the debonair doctor husband, is a controlling father who bullies his son, feeding an explosive eating disorder that sends Jamie Cross to chocolate for relief. Cases of mockery escalate, with full blame for Jamie’s deficiency of academic success placed squarely at Jeanne’s toes. In her picture perfect house, we soon discover a supremely unhappy female who comes from suburban terrible, trying to defend her beloved son and maintain peace in the unable to start family.

Enter Ali Mather, the new music tutor at Jeanne’s school who flounces into Jeanne’s staid associated with responsibility with moving strawberry blond hair, savoury perfumes, and tight skinny jeans, enticing the high university boys and male instructors, and providing hours of juicy gossip for the rest of the personnel. Ali, flamboyant, passionate, and unabashedly sexy, is the antithesis of sedate, manipulated Jeanne. Yet, through a circumstance not fully comprehended, Jeanne is attracted to Ali like a powerful narcotic.

Ali, married to George Mather, a most perfect husband, has issues of her own. Uncertain childhood traumas send her in the arms of two men in Jeanne’s town, shocking the quiet community. George, strangely forgiving and still madly in love with his philandering partner, cuts a figure of loving forgiveness. As Ali embraces her hedonistic encounters, including an affair with the school shop tutor half her age, Jeanne reacts with simultaneous repulsion and fascination.

But someone is stalking Ali, getting into her home and going out of subtle reminders of their presence. Can it be one of her lovers? A scholar? A jealous wife? Her music is desecrated, personal items disappear, however the law enforcement officials don’t take her significantly. Jeanne struggles to help her friend overcome her fears and abandoned associations, just when Ali’s record disappears and people commence to die.

The story changes into another realm, alarming someone multiple times, surging higher with dark half-truths. Jeanne’s son is charged of ungodly crimes, and it’s up with her to uncover the facts. She must discover who is lying, to save her child.

Patry Francis is a gifted deep thinker who knows people and chemicals them well.
Her writing style is engaging and smooth still dropping – like a huge plate of calcium sherbet. First time writers often try too hard, peppering their prose with ostentatious adverbs and adjectives. But Ms. Francis’ writing is targeted on the compelling account as the movie performs in your head with a clever appreciation of the craft.

I highly recommend The Liar’s Record to anyone that loves a good suspense, unknown, or psychological thriller.

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