Lie, Lie Again

I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes at first. *Another* book about women with secrets in a house? But *Lie, Lie Again* disarmed me by page three—and by the time Emily Ellet’s voice slid into my headphones, I was hooked. Ellet’s performance is a masterclass in vocal nuance: she doesn’t just differentiate the three narrators (the frazzled mom, the bitter wife, the enigmatic renter) but *ages* them, letting exhaustion creep into one’s voice while another’s words grow increasingly jagged with resentment. The production is clean, but the real star is the pacing—Wise’s prose clips along, yet Ellet never rushes, letting the silences between lies feel heavy. The story’s strength lies in its refusal to glamourize these women’s choices. There’s no cathartic girlboss revenge here, just the messy, humiliating fallout of lives built on half-truths. My only critique? The middle act sags slightly under the weight of its own secrecy—at times, the withholding of information feels *too* calculated, like Wise is teasing the audience more than the characters. And while the ending lands with a gut punch, one subplot (involving a teenage son) fizzles out rather than explodes. Still, the audiobook’s atmosphere—Ellet’s hushed delivery during tense scenes, the way background noise fades to nothing as the stakes rise—makes it impossible to pause. Perfect for listeners who crave thrillers with teeth, not just twists.