How Lisa Jewell’s “None of This is True” Held Me Hostage
Booknapped: my unplanned journey through, not one, but four Lisa Jewell books
Who’s to blame for my latest literary obsession? None other than Lisa Jewell with her cunning concoction, None of This is True.
This tome didn’t merely serve as my initiation into Jewell’s brilliant oeuvre; it shackled me willingly to the entirety of her written works.
Just a few months ago, I was an innocent browser in the library, merely seeking my next victim of a read. Little did I know, picking up None of This is True was like accepting a dinner invite from Hannibal Lecter — thrilling, but you might end up consumed.
Lisa Jewell doesn’t just write; she weaves a spider’s web of plotlines, and before you know it, you’re the fly — trapped, helpless, and weirdly content about it.
Her book is a Rubik’s cube wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, and covered in a dust jacket.
In None of This is True, every character is a puzzle piece in a jigsaw puzzle you never see the box of.
Jewell plays with time and perspective like a cat with a laser pointer — just when you think you’ve caught the red dot of truth, it skitters away, leaving you pawing at shadows.
The story grips you like that one relative at family gatherings —you know, the one who won’t let go and keeps telling stories long into the night.
Before I knew it, I was four books deep into Jewell’s world, coming up for air only when I realized my plants needed watering, and even then, grudgingly.
Calling Lisa Jewell a force is like saying a hurricane is a bit breezy.
She’s a literary storm you can see coming from miles off, but you still stand outside, arms wide open, waiting to be whisked away to Oz — or in this case, the next chapter.
If you’re looking for a read that will have you canceling plans, ignoring texts, and forgetting your basic human needs, None of This is True should be next on your list.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself at 3 AM, bleary-eyed, whispering, “Just one more page...”
As I close the back cover of Lisa Jewell’s None of This is True, I can’t help but feel like I’ve just stepped off a literary rollercoaster — one that I queued up for four times in a row.
Each dip and twist in the narrative was a scream of delight (or was it terror?), each character revelation a loop-de-loop that left my head spinning and my heart wanting more.
If you need me, I’ll be here, trying to reacquaint myself with reality after my marathon through the Jewell-verse, and maybe, just maybe, trying to find where I left my social life.
Until the next page-turning adventure, keep your books close and your snacks closer. Who needs sleep when you’ve got stories like these?
