Book Log: What I Saw and How I Lied
What I Saw and How I Lied by Judy Blundell
Evie is fifteen when the war ends and her beloved stepfather Joe finally comes home. She and her mother have waited a long time for Joe--first, the long years while her mother was raising her on her own, and now for the three years since Joe went off to war. But now he's back, and they're going to be a family, the way they were always meant to be.
That's when Peter Coleridge shows up, an old war buddy of Joe's. He's handsome and charismatic, and Evie is drawn to him. All Evie can see is the first man she's ever fallen for--the first man with whom she feels like a woman instead of a kid.
It's all too easy for Evie to ignore the web of lies and deceit that have come into their lives along with Peter, and so she does--until on one fateful day, everything comes to a head in one tragic moment that will force Evie to see everything as it really is.
And in that moment, Evie has to make a choice that will determine where her loyalties lie, and what kind of a person she is, and what kind of person she wants to be.
The trouble with award-winning books is that the expectations are too high. I am fairly sure that if I had read this before it was even a twinkle in the National Book Award committee's eye, I would have been more impressed.
But going into it knowing that it won the NBA, all I could think of was this won over Chains? Really? This?
It's a good book. Very well-written, with a lot of emotional punch behind a very subtle exterior. It's a train wreck of a book deliberately--starting at a point towards the disastrous end, so you know that no matter the outcome, things are going to be No Good by the time you get there.
The real strength of the book is watching Evie grow, subtly, from an emotional child to an emotional woman. The loss of innocence, the loss of complete trust in parental figures. The reimagining of truth, justice and the American Way. The way the war is a metaphor for everything that we lose.
The more I think about it, the more I like it, actually. This is a book that you think is hitting you over the head with it's story--but the emotional core of the story is subtler and far more haunting than the surface story.