"I wrote the word: love. I did consider using another one. It's a curious notion, love; difficult to identify and define. There are so many degrees and variations. I could have contented myself with saying that I was smitten (and it is true that Thomas knew how to make me weaken), or infatuated (he could conquer, clatter, even bewitch like no one else), or obsessed (he often provoked a mixture of bewilderment and excitement, turning everything upside down), or seduced (once he caught me in his net, there was so no escaping), or taken with (I was stupidly joyful, I could heat up over nothing), or even blinded (anything that embarrassed me, I pushed to the side, minimizing his defects, putting his good qualities on a pedestal), or disturbed (no longer was I ever quite myself), which would have had less positive connotations. I could have explained it away as a mere affection, having a 'crush,' an explanation vague enough to mean anything. But those would just have been words. The truth, the brutal truth, was that I was in love. Enough to use the right word."

A story about love, longing, and hope, Lie With Me palpably describes the feeling of falling in love in its rawest form. With its poignant and honest narration, it takes you to the innermost thoughts of the narrator, giving you the emotions of what it is like to be in love and lose that love for the first time.

Although short, this book did not fail to capture and tug the most vulnerable part of my heart because of how raw the emotions flowing from each word are, making me feel empty the moment I finished reading its last line.