title: Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir
author:  Lauren Slater 
description: One has good reason to be suspicious of a book that calls itself a "metaphorical memoir." If a metaphor substitutes one thing for another to which it's not ordinarily related, and a memoir relates the personal experiences of the author, then a metaphorical memoir would be... well, lying, if we're going to get technical about it. Or it could be <i>Lying</i>, in which case, hold that judgment and lay all categories aside: here is a book so stunningly contrary it deserves a whole genre to itself.
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  The Lies We Tell
   
   
  Lie With Me Series Book One
   
  Eden Rose
   
   
   
  "Your love is my poison, and I keep drinkin' it down,"
   
  Gin Wigmore
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  Thank you to everyone who has let me pick their brain about some
  personal stuff that I had no business knowing.
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  Prologue
   
  When I woke up this morning, something told me that everything was about to change. I don't have any
  clue as to why I would feel that way, but there is something that is thick in the air.
   
  Liz has moved her stuff out of my place yesterday, and the apartment feels empty. Just like everything
  else that has gone wrong in her life, she blames me. However, this time it was my fault. The final
  hoorrah, so to speak.
   
  I pull myself out of bed and stretch out my back as I swing my legs over to the side. On the side of the
  bed, I see a tanned leg poking out. Oh, fuck. What was her name? Carey? Ashley? Sarah? I don't know
  