The Hundred Lies of Lizzie Lovett kicked off several YA novels I read on my tablet while on vacation last week, and it was definitely the weakest. I finished the whole thing on a plane, so it’s not like I could really have been doing something else super productive at the time, but still. Following on the heels of Katy Tur, it definitely lacked…
“But I always wondered, if she could turn her feelings off like a switch, how much was she hiding from us? It had made her seem mysterious. Which is stupid. She wasn’t mysterious; she was depressed.”
Lizzie Lovett has gone missing, and Hawthorne Creely (yes) has become obsessed with the case. She starts “investigating”, which basically means projecting her own issues onto her memory of Lizzie, and also hanging out with Lizzie’s 25 year old boyfriend (Hawthorne is SIXTEEN). It features lots of ignorant adults, and writing like “Don’t talk then. Paint. Dance. Write. Just don’t hold your feelings inside. The longer we let pain hide in our hearts, the more it turns to poison.” So yeah. You can skip this one.