… and reasons having too many points of view can ruin a book. One Little Lie by Sam Carrington is a thriller with so much potential based on its plot. Unfortunately, it fell a bit short for me as there were too many perspectives to keep up with, making the narrative lag as I waited to get back to the parts which would move the story along. The book takes into consideration mothers’ love for their sons, the way sons can manipulate that love and how the internet is definitely still a deep, dark place for young people. One Little Lie by Sam Carrington is out now from HarperCollins.
One Little Lie by Sam Carrington follows the perspectives of Connie, a psychologist tasked with assessing a murderer while also treating his mother privately; Alice, the mother of that murderer; Deborah, the mother of the boy he murdered, and Tom who is involved with everything. Connie’s perspective takes precedence, moving the narrative from point A to point B, as she meets all of the people involved in the murder. When more victims show up despite Kyle, the murderer being in jail, the police, including Connie’s housemate Lindsay, have to connect the dots to figure it all out.
*Sigh*. I cannot help but being disappointed with this novel. I loved the idea of having a psychologist’s perspective and the mothers of murderers’ perspectives, but they fell flat as Connie turned more into a private investigator and the women did not get enough of a chance to have their feelings heard. I did feel that there were too many narrators, leading to things feeling unfinished, especially at the end after Carrington attempted to wrap everything up in a neat little bow, but I felt so conflicted with most of the endings, especially Connie’s and Deborah’s. Connie seriously needs some psychological help, and random references to her past and suggested abuse did nothing to properly paint her, and her dalliances with men came across very strange, making her quite an unlikable character. Everyone in this book is constantly lying and deceiving and it was often hard at times to remember who had lied about what, and who was speaking, as their narratives blurred into one. The plot had serious potential, and could have been told brilliantly if Carrington had cut out at least one perspective. Finally, I found Tom’s voice completely redundant, as we learned nothing from him except that he wanted to kill and got a thrill out of it. This all meant that the characters all appeared under-developed and therefore, I did not sympathise with any of them, except Lindsay for having to live with Connie.
Overall, I would not recommend this book, unless you enjoy lots of perspectives and underdeveloped characters and plotlines. Thank you to HarperCollins and NetGalley for my advance reader’s copy of One Little Lie by Sam Carrington in exchange for an honest review.