The Lie TreeBook - 2016
Faith Sunderly leads a double life. To most people, she is reliable, dull, trustworthy—a proper young lady who knows her place as inferior to men. But inside, Faith is full of questions and curiosity, and she cannot resist mysteries: an unattended envelope, an unlocked door. She knows secrets no one suspects her of knowing. She knows that her family moved to the close-knit island of Vane because her famous scientist father was fleeing a reputation-destroying scandal. And she knows, when her father is discovered dead shortly thereafter, that he was murdered.
Baker & Taylor
On an island off the south coast of Victorian England, Faith investigates the mysterious death of her father, who was involved in a scandal, and discovers a tree that feeds upon lies and gives those who eat its fruit visions of truth.
On an island off the south coast of Victorian England, fourteen-year-old Faith investigates the mysterious death of her father, who was involved in a scandal, and discovers a tree that feeds upon lies and gives those who eat its fruit visions of truth.
Concealing her curious nature behind the façade of a dull and respectable young lady, Faith acquires secrets gleaned from her inability to resist mysteries and resolves to avenge the murder of her scandal-fleeing scientist father. By the award-winning author of Cuckoo Song.
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Frightening or Intense Scenes: There's a scene in which Faith's father rejects her dreams of being a scholar that is just crushing.
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“All the while the air softly hummed with murmured lies.
There were kind lies. You still look beautiful. I love you. I forgive you.
There were frightened lies. Someone else just have taken it Of course I am Anglican. I never saw that baby before.
There were predatory lies. Buy this tonic if you want your child to recover. I will look after you. Your secret is safe with me.
Half-lies, and the tense little silences where a truth should have been. Lies like knives, lies like poultices. The tiger’s stripe, and the fawn’s dusky dapple. And everywhere, everywhere, the lies that people told themselves. Dreams like cut flowers, with no nourishing root. Will-o’-the-wisp lights to make them less alone in the dark. Hollow resolutions and empty excuses.” -- pg. 347
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