Truly, Madly, Guilty


I don’t know about you, but when a book knows something I don’t, and refuses to tell me what it is, it drives me crazy. So crazy that I just keep reading until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. The fact that I chose to read another Liane Moriarty book during finals week probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but there really isn’t any stopping once I start. This book is what I consider “un-putdownable.” For obvious reasons.

Erika and Clementine have been best friends for over 20 years. They’ve shared a childhood, family vacations, boyfriends and they are in tune with one another and the way each other should be regarded and dealt with. The two of them are very different, and while there is the old saying of opposites attracting, these two can be more like oil and water.

Erika, daughter of a hoarder, spends her days with numbers and calculated assessments. She appreciates organization and lists, and does not understand how other people do not. She is married and she and her husband live a quiet and scheduled life in the suburbs. 

Clementine is an accomplished cellist who spends her days rehearsing and playing house with her husband and two little girls. She likes adventure and spontaneity, and considers herself easy going, until Erika is involved.

Fast-forward to one day when Erika and Clementine, along with their husbands and kids are invited to a barbecue. The events leading up to and what takes place after are the only clues you have for the longest time but are what make this book so readable. Scenes that the author dangles in front of you asking question after question: Was it a crime that had been committed? Did someone cheat on their spouse and get caught? Did someone have an admission of guilt? All these questions and more are what will keep you up late finishing this page turner. Thrown in for good measure, is the next door neighbor who has a slight anger problem, and the girls mothers’ who share animosity and resentment toward one another. 

All details adding up to one juicy story that you’ve never heard before.



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