Lies Like Poison

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Some aspects of Lies Like Poison felt rather unrealistic but the magical atmosphere makes the whole book feel a little out of this world, so while fans of a grounded mystery may not love this, readers who prefer something fabulist and mystical with thriller aspects are sure to fall for it. Killing her would’ve been easy. That spring we made flower garlands. That spring petals were strewn across her kitchen table, where she drank her tea. If we dropped a petal of belladonna, a petal of poppy, and a petal of lily into that cup, we’d never really know which one of us killed her. Wait, what? Belle’s vision blurred and the officer’s mouth stopped making noise, even though it was moving. Raven’s stepmother is dead? I thought you were here for— Listen, you don’t know how much this means to me, Belle began as the officer stepped toward her. He wanted her to hang up the phone. But she needed to say this before she ended the call. I thought I understood what happened three years ago, but I never asked you—

All right, I mean, why lie about it in the first place? Lying about it to yourself, even? Other than to forcefully make us readers question Belle's reliability, that is? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯Poppy, Lily and Belladonna are our focus for this story and everything hinges on their relationship to Raven, their best friend. It isn’t immediately clear how this group formed or the reason for the dynamics between them - but we know they have a shared history, and would do anything to protect each other. Lily is Evelyn's daughter, abused and sent away by her own mother, full of rage and desire to be free and herself, afraid of herself and in her body because of her mother's manipulations and abuses, abandoned by her stepfather and craving her own father's presence, trying to find out who and where he is. PDF / EPUB File Name: Lies_Like_Poison_-_Chelsea_Pitcher.pdf, Lies_Like_Poison_-_Chelsea_Pitcher.epub

The neighbors might’ve noticed me sneaking out around two thirty. She flashed a taunting smile. If you’re good at what you do, I’m sure you can drum up some evidence. But the night before the murder, one of us got cold feet and ruined everything. We all had to poison her together. That’s what I thought, the spring we made flower garlands. The spring we spread them out on the table, where she drank her tea. Let’s start at the beginning, he said, sliding into his seat. He was wearing a blue blazer and jeans, but she could see his gun poking out beneath the blazer’s hem. Where were you between the hours of eleven p.m. Saturday night and one a.m. this morning?This was lying on the table in Evelyn’s kitchen, the detective said, his voice quiet now. Tentative. He was trying to coax a confession out of her, but the confession wasn’t about her. There are two names on it: Poppy and Belladonna. But I don’t think you’re responsi—