Liar, Dreamer, Thief by Maria Dong

 

I should have quit maybe seventy-five pages in, when I realized the narrator of this novel was completely unreliable, too mentally ill to be believable about anything. I didn't stop, and it didn't get more believable, the narrator never really became anything like reliable; it was 300+ pages of delusional ranting that never really evolved anything like story bits or tension or really anything to sustain my interest. I didn't notice Alix Harrow's blurb on the cover in the library, it would have been something like an inducement--I hope this novel isn't an indicator I'll have to disregard her blurbs the way I do some other authors I enjoy.