Big Little Lies

Big Little Lies

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by Liane Moriarty
     
 

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Coming July 29, 2014, the new novel from Liane Moriarty, #1 New York Times–bestselling author of The Husband’s Secret

"What a wonderful writer—smart, wise, funny.” —Anne Lamott

Pirriwee Public’s annual school Trivia Night has ended in a shocking riot. One parent is dead. The school principal is

Overview

Coming July 29, 2014, the new novel from Liane Moriarty, #1 New York Times–bestselling author of The Husband’s Secret

"What a wonderful writer—smart, wise, funny.” —Anne Lamott

Pirriwee Public’s annual school Trivia Night has ended in a shocking riot. One parent is dead. The school principal is horrified. As police investigate what appears to have been a tragic accident, signs begin to indicate that this devastating death might have been cold-blooded murder. 
 
In this thought-provoking novel, number-one New York Times–bestselling author Liane Moriarty deftly explores the reality of parenting and playground politics, ex-husbands and ex-wives, and fractured families.  And in her pitch-perfect way, she shows us the truth about what really goes on behind closed suburban doors.   
 

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
02/01/2014
What's worse than a terrible riot at Pirriwee Public's annual school Trivia Night that leaves one parent dead? The sneaking suspicion that the death was actually murder. All of which gives top-spot New York Times best-selling author Moriarty (The Husband's Secret) a chance to visit issues of parenting, divorce, and shattered families in shuttered suburbia.
Kirkus Reviews
★ 2014-06-15
After last year’s best-sellingThe Husband’sSecret, Australian Moriarty brings the edginess of her less-knownThe Hypnotist’s Love Story(2012) to bear in this darkly comic mystery surrounding a disastrous parents' night at an elementary school fundraiser.Thanks to strong cocktails and a lack of appetizers, Pirriwee Public’s Trivia Night turns ugly when sloshed parents in Audrey Hepburn and Elvis costumes start fights at the main entrance. To make matters worse, out on the balcony where a smaller group of parents have gathered, someone falls over the railing and dies. Was it an accident or murder? Who is the victim? And who, if anyone, is the murderer? Backtrack six months as the cast of potential victims and perps meet at kindergarten orientation and begin alliances and rivalries within the framework of domestic comedy-drama. There’s Chloe’s opinionated, strong-willed mom, Madeline, a charmingly imperfect Everywoman. Happily married to second husband Ed, Madeline is deeply hurt that her older daughter wants to move in with her ex-husband and his much younger, New-Age–y second wife; even worse, the couple’s waifish daughter, Skye, will be in Chloe’s kindergarten class. Madeline’s best friend is Celeste, mother of twins Max and Josh. It’s hard for Madeline and the other moms not to envy Celeste. She's slim, rich and beautiful, and her marriage to hedge fund manager Perry seems too perfect to be true; it is. Celeste and Madeline befriend young single mother Jane, who has moved to the coast town with her son, Ziggy, the product of a one-night stand gone horribly wrong. After sweet-natured Ziggy is accused of bullying, the parents divide into defenders and accusers. Tensions mount among the mothers' cliques and within individual marriages until they boil over on the balcony. Despite a Greek chorus of parents and faculty sharing frequently contradictory impressions, the truth remains tantalizingly difficult to sort out.Deservedly popular Moriarty invigorates the tired social-issue formula of women’s fiction through wit, good humor, sharp insight into human nature and addictive storytelling.
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Praise for Big Little Lies

“Ms. Moriarty’s long-parched fans have something new to dig into…in ways that may give Big Little Lies even more staying power than The Husband’s Secret.”—The New York Times

“Funny and thrilling, page-turning but with emotional depth, Big Little Lies is a terrific follow-up to The Husband’s Secret.”—Booklist (starred review)

Big Little Lies tolls a warning bell about the big little lies we tell in order to survive. It takes a powerful stand against domestic violence even as it makes us laugh at the adults whose silly costume party seems more reminiscent of a middle-school dance.”—The Washington Post

“Moriarty demonstrates an excellent talent for exposing the dark, seedy side of the otherwise “perfect” family unit…Highly recommended.”—Library Journal  (starred review)

“Irresistible…Exposing the fault lines in what looks like perfection is a specialty of Liane Moriarty… Moriarty’s sly humor and razor-sharp insights will keep you turning the pages to find out.”—People Magazine
 
"The secrets burrowed in this seemingly placid small town...are so suburban noir they would make David Lynch clap with glee...[Moriarty] is a fantastically nimble writer, so sure-footed that the book leaps between dark and light seamlessly; even the big reveal in the final pages feels earned and genuinely shocking.”—Entertainment Weekly

 “A novel that will turn you into a compulsive book-finisher…Moriarty has produced another gripping, satirical hit.”—Huffington Post

“If you're looking for a novel that will turn you into a compulsive book-finisher look no further. Moriarty has produced another gripping, satirical hit…. It’s can’t-put-downability comes from its darker subplots… A book that will make you appreciate the long days of summer.”—Oprah.com

"Reading one [of Liane Moriarty's novels] is a bit like drinking a pink cosmo laced with arsenic...a fun, engaging and sometimes disturbing read…Moriarty is back in fine form."—USA Today

“A juicy drama.”—People Stylewatch

“Not your average mommy novel. It’s a juicy, twisted murder mystery replete with themes of marital abuse and self-denial…The perfect mindless beach read.”—Purewow.com

“Suburbia is about to get a lot more scandalous.”—Closer Weekly 

"The Aussie author of last year’s runaway hit The Husband’s Secret comes back with another winning and wise novel that intertwines the lives of three women."—EW.com

"It’s no mystery why Liane Moriarty is a summer staple: with wit and compassion...[she] keeps it real."—Family Circle

“Riveting and insightful…Moriarty has crafted a great summer read full of perceptive glimpses into the many guises of human relationships: mother-child, husband-wife (and ex-wife) and above all, the strong bond of female friendships.”—Bookpage

"Deservedly popular Moriarty invigorates … women’s fiction through wit, good humor, sharp insight into human nature and addictive storytelling."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

From the Hardcover edition.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780399167065
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
07/29/2014
Pages:
480
Sales rank:
50,896
Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.70(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Chapter 1

That doesn’t sound like a school trivia night,” said Mrs. Patty Ponder to Marie Antoinette. “That sounds like a riot.”

The cat didn’t respond. She was dozing on the couch and found school trivia nights to be trivial.

“Not interested, eh? Let them eat cake! Is that what you’re thinking? They do eat a lot of cake, don’t they? All those cake stalls. Goodness me. Although I don’t think any of the mothers ever actually eat them. They’re all so sleek and skinny, aren’t they? Like you.”

Marie Antoinette sneered at the compliment. The “let them eat cake” thing had grown old a long time ago, and she’d recently heard one of Mrs. Ponder’s grandchildren say it was meant to be “let them eat brioche” and also that Marie Antoinette never said it in the first place.

Mrs. Ponder picked up her television remote and turned down the volume on Dancing with the Stars. She’d turned it up loud earlier because of the sound of the heavy rain, but the downpour had eased now.

She could hear people shouting. Angry hollers crashed through the quiet, cold night air. It was somehow hurtful for Mrs. Ponder to hear, as if all that rage were directed at her. (Mrs. Ponder had grown up with an angry mother.)

“Goodness me. Do you think they’re arguing over the capital of Guatemala? Do you know the capital of Guatemala? No? I don’t either. We should Google it. Don’t sneer at me.”

Marie Antoinette sniffed.

“Let’s go see what’s going on,” said Mrs. Ponder briskly. She was feeling nervous and therefore behaving briskly in front of the cat, the same way she’d once done with her children when her husband was away and there were strange noises in the night.

Mrs. Ponder heaved herself up with the help of her walker. Marie Antoinette slid her slippery body comfortingly in between Mrs. Ponder’s legs (she wasn’t falling for the brisk act) as she pushed the walker down the hallway to the back of the house. Her sewing room looked straight out onto the school yard of Pirriwee Public.

“Mum, are you mad? You can’t live this close to a primary school,” her daughter had said when she was first looking at buying the house.

But Mrs. Ponder loved to hear the crazy babble of children’s voices at intervals throughout the day, and she no longer drove, so she couldn’t care less that the street was jammed with those giant, truck-like cars they all drove these days, with women in big sunglasse leaning across their steering wheels to call out terribly urgent information about Harriett’s ballet and Charlie’s speechtherapy.

Mothers took their mothering so seriously now. Their frantic little faces. Their busy little bottoms strutting into the school in their tight gym gear. Ponytails swinging. Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses. It made Mrs. Ponder laugh. Fondly though. Her three daughters, although older, were exactly the same. And they were all so pretty.

“How are you this morning?” she always called out if she was on the front porch with a cup of tea or watering the front garden as they went by.

“Busy, Mrs. Ponder! Frantic!” they always called back, trotting along, yanking their children’s arms. They were pleasant and friendly and just a touch condescending because they couldn’t help it. She was so old! They were so busy!

The fathers, and there were more and more of them doing the school run these days, were different. They rarely hurried, strolling past with a measured casualness. No big deal. All under control. That was the message. Mrs Ponder chuckled fondly at them too.

But now it seemed the Pirriwee Public parents were misbehaving. She got to the window and pushed aside the lace curtain. The school had recently paid for a window guard after a cricket ball had smashed the glass and nearly knocked out Marie Antoinette. (A group of Year 3 boys had given her a hand-painted apology card, which she kept on her fridge.)

There was a two-story sandstone building on the other side of the playground with an event room on the second level and a big balcony with ocean views. Mrs. Ponder had been there for a few functions: a talk by a local historian, a lunch hosted by the Friends of the Library. It was quite a beautiful room. Sometimes ex- students had their wedding receptions there. That’s where they’d be having the school trivia night. They were raising funds for SMART Boards, whatever they were. Mrs. Ponder had been invited as a matter of course. Her proximity to the school gave her a funny sort of honorary status, even though she’d never had a child or grandchild attend. She’d said no thank you to the school trivia night invitation. She thought school events without the children in attendance were pointless.

The children had their weekly school assembly in the same room. Each Friday morning, Mrs. Ponder set herself up in the sewing room with a cup of English Breakfast and a ginger-nut biscuit. The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She’d never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

There was no singing now.

Mrs. Ponder could hear a lot of bad language. She wasn’t a prude about bad language—her eldest daughter swore like a trooper—but it was upsetting and disconcerting to hear someone maniacally screaming that particular four-letter word in a place that was normally filled with childish laughter and shouts.

“Are you all drunk?” she said.

Her rain-splattered window was at eye level with the entrance doors to the building, and suddenly people began to spill out. Security lights illuminated the paved area around the entrance like a stage set for a play. Clouds of mist added to the effect.

It was a strange sight.

The parents at Pirriwee Public had a baffling fondness for costume parties. It wasn’t enough that they should have an ordinary trivia night; she knew from the invitation that some bright spark had decided to make it an “Audrey and Elvis” trivia night, which meant that the women all had to dress up as Audrey Hepburn and the men had to dress up as Elvis Presley. (That was another reason Mrs. Ponder had turned down the invitation. She’d always abhorred costume parties.) It seemed that the most popular rendition of Audrey Hepburn was the Breakfast at Tiffany’s look. All the women were wearing long black dresses, white gloves and pearl chokers. Meanwhile, the men had mostly chosen to pay tribute to the Elvis of the latter years. They were all wearing shiny white jumpsuits, glittery gemstones and plunging necklines. The women looked lovely. The poor men looked perfectly ridiculous.

As Mrs. Ponder watched, one Elvis punched another across the jaw. He staggered back into an Audrey. Two Elvises grabbed him from behind and pulled him away. An Audrey buried her face in her hands and turned aside, as though she couldn’t bear to watch. Someone shouted, “Stop this!”

Indeed. What would your beautiful children think?

“Should I call the police?” wondered Mrs. Ponder out loud, but then she heard the wail of a siren in the distance, at the same time as a woman on the balcony began to scream and scream.

Gabrielle: It wasn’t like it was just the mothers, you know. It wouldn’t have happened without the dads. I guess it started with the mothers. We were the main players, so to speak. The mums. I can’t stand the word “mum.” It’s a frumpy word. “Mom” is better. With an o. It sounds skinnier. We should change to the American spelling. I have body-image issues, by the way. Who doesn’t, right?

Bonnie: It was all just a terrible misunderstanding. People’s feelings got hurt, and then everything just spiraled out of control. The way it does. All conflict can be traced back to someone’s feelings getting hurt, don’t you think? Divorce. World wars. Legal action. Well, maybe not every legal action. Can I offer you an herbal tea?

Stu: I’ll tell you exactly why it happened: Women don’t let things go. Not saying the blokes don’t share part of the blame. But if the girls hadn’t gotten their knickers in a knot . . . And that might sound sexist, but it’s not, it’s just a fact of life. Ask any man—not some new-age, artsy-fartsy, I-wear-moisturizer type, I mean a real man—ask a real man, then he’ll tell you that women are like the Olympic athletes of grudges. You should see my wife in action. And she’s not even the worst of them.

Miss Barnes: Helicopter parents. Before I started at Pirriwee Public, I thought it was an exaggeration, this thing about parents being overly involved with their kids. I mean, my mum and dad loved me, they were like, interested in me when I was growing up in the nineties, but they weren’t, like, obsessed with me.

Mrs. Lipmann: It’s a tragedy, and deeply regrettable, and we’re all trying to move forward. I have no further comment.

Carol: I blame the Erotic Book Club. But that’s just me.

Jonathan: There was nothing erotic about the Erotic Book Club, I’ll tell you that for free.

Jackie: You know what? I see this as a feminist issue.

Harper: Who said it was a feminist issue? What the heck? I’ll tell you what started it: the incident at the kindergarten orientation day.

Graeme: My understanding was that it all goes back to the stay-at-home mums battling it out with the career mums. What do they call it? The Mummy Wars. My wife wasn’t involved. She doesn’t have time for that sort of thing.

Thea: You journalists are just loving the French-nanny angle. I heard someone on the radio today talking about the “French maid,” which Juliette was certainly not. Renata had a housekeeper as well. Lucky for some. I have four children, and no staff to help out! Of course, I don’t have a problem per se with working mothers, I just wonder why they bothered having children in the first place.

Melissa: You know what I think got everyone all hot and bothered? The head lice. Oh my gosh, don’t let me get started on the head lice.

Samantha: The head lice? What did that have to do with anything? Who told you that? I bet it was Melissa, right? That poor girl suffered post-traumatic stress disorder after her kids kept getting reinfected. Sorry. It’s not funny. It’s not funny at all.

Detective-Sergeant Adrian Quinlan: Let me be clear: This is not a circus. This is a murder investigation.


Chapter 2

Six Months Before the Trivia Night

Forty. Madeline Martha Mackenzie was forty years old today.

“I am forty,” she said out loud as she drove. She drew the word out in slow motion, like a sound effect. “Fooorty.”

She caught the eye of her daughter in the rearview mirror. Chloe grinned and imitated her mother. “I am five. Fiiiive.

“Forty!” trilled Madeline like an opera singer. “Tra la la la!”

“Five!” trilled Chloe.

Madeline tried a rap version, beating out the rhythm on the steering wheel. “I’m forty, yeah, forty—”

“That’s enough now, Mummy,” said Chloe firmly.

“Sorry,” said Madeline.

She was taking Chloe to her kindergarten—“Let’s Get Kindy Ready!”—orientation. Not that Chloe required any orientation before starting school next January. She was already very firmly oriented at Pirriwee Public. At this morning’s drop-off Chloe had been busy taking charge of her brother, Fred, who was two years older but often seemed younger. “Fred, you forgot to put your book bag in the basket! That’s it. In there. Good boy.”

Fred had obediently dropped his book bag in the appropriate basket before running off to put Jackson in a headlock. Madeline had pretended not to see the headlock. Jackson probably deserved it. Jackson’s mother, Renata, hadn’t seen it either, because she was deep in conversation with Harper, both of them frowning earnestly over the stress of educating their gifted children. Renata and Harper attended the same weekly support group for parents of gifted children. Madeline imagined them all sitting in a circle, wringing their hands while their eyes shone with secret pride.

While Chloe was busy bossing the other children around at orientation (her gift was bossiness, she was going to run a corporation one day), Madeline was going to have coffee and cake with her friend Celeste. Celeste’s twin boys were starting school next year too, so they’d be running amuck at orientation. (Their gift was shouting. Madeline had a headache after five minutes in their company.) Celeste always bought exquisite and very expensive birthday presents, so that would be nice. After that, Madeline was going to drop Chloe off with her mother-in-law, and then have lunch with some friends before they all rushed off for school pickup. The sun was shining. She was wearing her gorgeous new Dolce & Gabbana stilettos (bought online, thirty percent off). It was going to be a lovely, lovely day.

“Let the Festival of Madeline begin!” her husband, Ed, had said this morning when he brought her coffee in bed. Madeline was famous for her fondness of birthdays and celebrations of all kinds. Any excuse for champagne.

Still. Forty.

As she drove the familiar route to the school, she considered her magnificent new age. Forty. She could still feel “forty” the way it felt when she was fifteen. Such a colorless age. Marooned in the middle of your life. Nothing would matter all that much when you were forty. You wouldn’t have real feelings when you were forty, because you’d be safely cushioned by your frumpy forty-ness.

Forty-year-old woman found dead. Oh dear.

Twenty-year-old woman found dead. Tragedy! Sadness! Find that murderer!

Madeline had recently been forced to do a minor shift in her head when she heard something on the news about a woman dying in her forties. But, wait, that could be me! That would be sad! People would be sad if I was dead! Devastated, even. So there, age-obsessed world. I might be forty, but I am cherished.

On the other hand, it was probably perfectly natural to feel sadder over the death of a twenty-year-old than a forty-year-old. The forty-year-old had enjoyed twenty years more of life. That’s why, if there was a gunman on the loose, Madeline would feel obligated to throw her middle-aged self in front of the twenty-year-old. Take a bullet for youth. It was only fair.

Well, she would, if she could be sure it was a nice young person. Not one of those insufferable ones, like the child driving the little blue Mitsubishi in front of Madeline. She wasn’t even bothering to hide the fact that she was using her mobile phone while she drove, probably texting or updating her Facebook status.

See! This kid wouldn’t have even noticed the loose gunman! She would have been staring vacantly at her phone, while Madeline sacrificed her life for her! It was infuriating.

The little car appeared to be jammed with young people. At least three in the back, their heads bobbing about, hands gesticulating. Was that somebody’s foot waving about? It was a tragedy waiting to happen. They all needed to concentrate. Just last week, Madeline had been having a quick coffee after her ShockWave class and was reading a story in the paper about how all the young people were killing themselves by sending texts while they drove. On my way. Nearly there! These were their last foolish (and often misspelled) words. Madeline had cried over the picture of one teenager’s grief-stricken mother, absurdly holding up her daughter’s mobile phone to the camera as a warning to readers.

“Silly little idiots,” she said out loud as the car weaved dangerously

into the next lane.

“Who is an idiot?” said her daughter from the backseat.

“The girl driving the car in front of me is an idiot because she’s driving her car and using her phone at the same time,” said Madeline.

“Like when you need to call Daddy when we’re running late?” said Chloe.

“I only did that one time!” protested Madeline. “And I was very careful and very quick! And I’m forty years old!”

“Today,” said Chloe knowledgeably. “You’re forty years old today.”

“Yes! Also, I made a quick call, I didn’t send a text! You have to take your eyes off the road to text. Texting while driving is illegal and naughty, and you must promise to never ever do it when you’re a teenager.”

Her voice quivered at the thought of Chloe being a teenager and driving a car.

“But you’re allowed to make a quick phone call?” checked Chloe.

“No! That’s illegal too,” said Madeline.

“So that means you broke the law,” said Chloe with satisfaction.

“Like a robber.”

Chloe was currently in love with the idea of robbers. She was definitely going to date bad boys one day. Bad boys on motorcycles.

“Stick with the nice boys, Chloe!” said Madeline after a moment. “Like Daddy. Bad boys don’t bring you coffee in bed, I’ll tell you that for free.”

“What are you babbling on about, woman?” sighed Chloe. She’d picked this phrase up from her father and imitated his weary tone perfectly. They’d made the mistake of laughing the first time she did it, so she’d kept it up, and said it just often enough, and with perfect timing, so that they couldn’t help but keep laughing.

This time Madeline managed not to laugh. Chloe currently trod a very fine line between adorable and obnoxious. Madeline probably trod the same line herself.

Madeline pulled up behind the little blue Mitsubishi at a red light. The young driver was still looking at her mobile phone. Madeline banged on her car horn. She saw the driver glance in her rearview mirror, while all her passengers craned around to look.

“Put down your phone!” she yelled. She mimicked texting by jabbing her finger in her palm. “It’s illegal! It’s dangerous!”

The girl stuck her finger up in the classic up-yours gesture.

“Right!” Madeline pulled on her emergency brake and put on her hazard lights.

“What are you doing?” said Chloe.

Madeline undid her seat belt and threw open the car door.

“But we’ve got to go to orientation!” said Chloe in a panic. “We’ll be late! Oh, calamity!”

“Oh, calamity” was a line from a children’s book that they used to read to Fred when he was little. The whole family said it now. Even Madeline’s parents had picked it up, and some of Madeline’s friends. It was a very contagious phrase.

“It’s all right,” said Madeline. “This will only take a second. I’m saving young lives.”

She stalked up to the girl’s car on her new stilettos and banged on the window.

The window slid down, and the driver metamorphosed from a shadowy silhouette into a real young girl with white skin, sparkly nose ring and badly applied, clumpy mascara. She looked up at Madeline with a mixture of aggression and fear. “What is your problem?” Her mobile phone was still held casually in her left hand.

“Put down that phone! You could kill yourself and your friends!” Madeline used the exact same tone she used on Chloe when she was being extremely naughty. She reached in the car, grabbed the phone and tossed it to the openmouthed girl in the passenger seat. “OK? Just stop it!”

She could hear their gales of laughter as she walked back to her SUV. She didn’t care. She felt pleasantly stimulated. A car pulled up behind hers. Madeline smiled, lifted her hand apologetically and hurried back to be in her car before the lights changed.

Her ankle turned. One second it was doing what an ankle was meant to do, and the next it was flipping out at a sickeningly wrong angle. She fell heavily on one side. Oh, calamity.

That was almost certainly the moment the story began.

With the ungainly flip of an ankle.

What People are saying about this

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Praise for The Husband's Secret

“In The Husband's Secret, Liane Moriarty has created a contemporary Pandora whose dilemma is spellbinding.  Shocking, complex and thought-provoking, this is a story reading groups will devour.  A knockout!" —Emily Giffin

“I really enjoyed The Husband’s Secret, and raced right through it in two days. It’s a knowing, touching, and entertaining page-turner. What a wonderful writer—smart, wise, funny.” —Anne Lamott

"The Husband's Secret is so good, you won't be able to keep it to yourself." —USA Today

“Emotionally astute, immensely smart, and as cinematically plotted as any Tom Perrotta Novel destined for critical accolades and a big-screen adaptation ...  a smart, thoughtful read.” —Entertainment Weekly

“A novel that’s perfect for vacation reading.” —People

"Brilliant." —Sophia Hannah

The Husband’s Secret would more rightly be classified as psychological suspense, beautifully rendered, with a structure that sustains and builds interest from beginning to end.” —Sue Grafton

“Reading groups rejoice. This meaty novel from the bestselling author (The Hypnotist’s Love Story, What Alice Forgot) will probably land on many must-read lists.” —Dallas-Fort Worth Star-Telegram

 

Meet the Author

Liane Moriarty is the number-one New York Times bestselling author of The Husband’s Secret and What Alice Forgot. She lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband and two small, noisy children.

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Big Little Lies 4.3 out of 5 based on 17 ratings. 442 reviews.
Livanlearn More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy Liane Moriarty's writing. She can write about a group of people, in such a way that all of them are easy to relate to and memorable. I am impressed with her style of writing.
quaintinns More than 1 year ago
After Liane Moriarty's famous The Husband’s Secret, comes BIG LITTLE LIES— a powerful novel and once again a group of women with secrets of tragedy and abuse, bearing the truths, holding nothing back--filled with humor and craziness in suburban Australia. Pirriwee Public's annual school Trivia Night has ended in a shocking riot. One parent is dead. The school principal is horrified. As police investigate what appears to have been a tragic accident, signs begin to indicate that this devastating death might have been cold-blooded murder. In this thought-provoking novel, we see the honesty, raw emotions, and realistic and sometimes dark side of parenting, ex-wives, ex-husbands, second wives, pasts which still haunt, bullying, domestic abuse, violence, politics, and dysfunctional families in every shape and form. Again, I enjoyed Caroline Lee, audiobook, performer, as she does not miss a beat with her stunning accent and stellar performance. She is quite the gifted actor and narrator who has worked extensively in theatre, film and television. Combined with talented author and writer, Moriarty, this makes for a dynamic duo. (highly recommend the audiobook, which will keep you entertained)! Liane’s style is unique, “all over the board”, with characters--at times--wild, crazy, quirky, troubled, and humorous. Reading/listening to her books is like being a bystander in a private home whenever no one thinks you are listening, or on a girl’s night out. Told from multiple POVs, BIG LITTLE LIES captures you from page one and leaves you hanging until the fate of each of the characters, building suspense for the climatic Trivia Night and events leading to this night. Throughout the book we hear from Madeline, Celeste, and Jane– three women with more in common than they may think. From the Australian setting to the fast pace, page-turner suspense drama, this novel will keep you on the edge, with razor sharp writing which sets this author apart, and does so with style, offering second chances for a satisfying read.
Supervixen More than 1 year ago
Loved it! Relatable, and the ending's twist had me audibly saying, "OHHH MY GOD!"
jessrobs More than 1 year ago
Wow. Hooks you right away and you will NOT be able to put it down..... Just  read it!
SGMomma More than 1 year ago
Exceptional!  All of her books have been excellent!  I know when I start one, I need to be prepared to put everything else aside because I am going to want to read, read, read.  I think this is one of my favorites so far.  The characters are interesting and complex.  These women exist everywhere and she nails the various types.  The complex relationships between exes, friends, parents, kids...it's all there and so true.  I enjoyed every page and so will you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Moriarty strikes again with a gripping story that insists you take a closer look at all relationships...
GoABraves More than 1 year ago
 I received an advanced e-copy but had previously added it to my summer read list after I saw who wrote it  (The Husband’s Secret).  I wish I had a copy to pass along to my friends – it is a superb read that you won’t  put down.  Releasing July 29, just in time to turn up the heat on your summer “to read list” and the “dog days” of summer 2014.  Happy on the outside, behind closed doors of a suburban neighborhood, families who met because their children go to school together.  That little lie that happened years ago, has turned into a “Big Little Lie” that effects them all.  More little lies and more secrets changing not only one family, but several.  Truly an amazing read.
wldflur More than 1 year ago
I have now read all of Laine Moriarty books. None of them are "copycats" of her previous novels. The character development is amazing. By the end of the book, all these "strangers" become real people with real life issues, even the "bad guys" evoke some sympathy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic! Read it in one sitting, could not put it down.
camilledimaio More than 1 year ago
Usually, I wouldn’t be too excited about a book with a lollipop on the front cover, and the opening conversation taking place between a woman and her cat. I am glad, so very, very glad, that I made an exception. “Big Little Lies” by Liane Moriarty was on just about everyone’s “Best Books of 2014” list, so eventually, I had to pay attention. I came across it the other day, expensive but beautiful in its hardcover, and decided to make the splurge. Two days later, I was nearly hyperventilating with awe at its genius. The story takes places among the parents of kindergarteners at an oceanside school in Australia. The best way to describe this is to say that it is like a modern-day Agatha Christie book. I have read nearly all of her Hercules Poirot books, and never have I solved one. Ever. But instead of a traditional mystery, where the body is found early on and the book is spent figuring out who the perpetrator is, “Big Little Lies” begins with the knowledge that there was a death – but you don’t know which parent died! And, you don’t know which parent caused it, or why. As the pages unfold, I found myself drawn into the lives of each exquisitely created character, hoping against hope that she was not the one who dies. Nor she. Nor she. It was not until the last pages that I began to see how it was going to play out, and it was worth the ride. “Big Little Lies” deserves all of its acclaim. I for one, will be retiring it to a shelf rather than the discount book store sell pile, and it will have a place in my memory for a long time to come.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. Very twisty interesting story.
jcb45 More than 1 year ago
Very light read. Sympathetic, but believable characters. Suspected the outcome but still had a twist.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As first I didn't really like the book. It seemed too "light" for me but as I kept reading I realized it was dealing with much more serious issues. It was a good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a good read BUT not as good as Husband Secret. I think there was too much about child bullying. There were some slow parts but the ending was very good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would have given this book 4 stars but the thing is i was able to predict the plot twists a mile away. With that being said the author was wonderful in her delivery and the writing I'd say is about good-average all in all it was a good book don't think I'd read another of this authors books because it's not my personal genre however I do not feel like I'm being biased in saying the book was predictable to someone who is an avid reader. Hope this helps
jpcoggins More than 1 year ago
Fantastic book!  Not at all what I expected, which made it even more fun!  I first read "What Alice Forgot" by Liane Moriarty and was enchanted with her entertaining style of storytelling.  I've read most of her other books too, but this one approaches her Alice book in cleverness, if not exceeding it!  The tease about the book on the cover implies this book will be a soap opera about parents of little children.  I found it to be much more complicated than that.  I am way past the age when I had children in kindergarten, so I was afraid this wouldn't appeal to me.  But the characters are funny, quirky, with increasing layers of depth and mystery.  The tension between all the ages was realistic!  Finally the ultimate mystery is clever and unsolvable until the very end.  I loved this book!
photodoc More than 1 year ago
It really took a long time for this book to get under way -- over 50 pages -- and I almost gave up. But once it got going it wasn't exactly a page turner but it really was pretty good. Moriarty is a good writer so I enjoyed her prose, but there were so many characters that I had a hard time remembering who was who, especially since I do my relaxation reading just before I go to sleep (and maybe a bit after?). You know right from the start that someone has died, but you won't know until close to the end who it is going to be. So it gets harder and harder to put the book down. What kind of a reader is it for? Someone who likes slow thrillers. And yes, I would read other books by Liane Moriarty. I don't belong to a book club but I would guess it would be a good choice.
Pinky66 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book. I usually read, like Agatha Christie; however, her books are hard to find these days. So, I tried a new author out this time and found that I can enjoy books by other authors too. To my surprise, I found it difficult to put the book down. This is the first book I read through so quickly in a long time. I eagerly awaited the opportunity to find out the next events. It included mystery, drama--everything I like in a good book. It's definitely my kind of read. I think I will look for other books from this author in the future.
greg5 More than 1 year ago
An easy enjoyable read. A different plot style. Very realistic. It could describe any middle class suburb lifestyle.
sneps More than 1 year ago
Excellent Book that is a must read for anyone that loves a great book about relationships and families! I read Liane Moriarty’s book, The Husband’s Secret, which I absolutely loved and listed as one of my Best Books of 2013. I purchased Big Little Lies last year, but only recently was able to read it. That is the benefit of not having so many scheduled book tours! It reminded me of a modern time Agatha Christie murder mystery, with the dissection of the events dispersed throughout the book, and different people interjecting what they saw and know. I love that from the very beginning, the reader knows there is a murder, there is some bullying going on, and there are lots of secrets, however the pieces of the puzzle don’t come together until the very end! As in Liane’s last book, she is able to seamlessly and flawlessly weave different stories, characters who at times seem to only 1 thing in common, and bring them all back together in the end. In the beginning of the novel, most of the story revolves around bullying occurring at school. Oh, how I can relate! I am the mom of 3 children, one being in kindergarten (age 5), right now! So, I can understand the dynamics, school structure, peer relationships, and school politics that a parent and child has to experience. There are also many different kinds of moms: the single mom, the active mom, the rich mom that is very quiet and flawless, the divorced mom, the step-mom, and the list continues. Each of them have two things in common: they love their child and their child attends the same school. While there is a huge issue of bullying in the school and trying to figure out what is going on with that, Liane raises a huge issue: do children act out what they have learned or do they act out simply because that’s in their nature? She also shows how intelligent children are (regardless of age), how in tune they are to what is happening around them, and how they act out what they don’t always understand but feel (rage). While there is a murder and an investigation, Liane also shows the dynamics between step families, the importance of having good relationships with ex-spouses for the sake of their children, the importance of having a support group, the need for therapy when it’s necessary, and most of all-that not all battered women live in the ghetto and are uneducated and in a dead end relationship. Domestic violence awareness is such an important topic for me, as I have worked with families impacted by abuse-especially the children who do hide, keep secrets, clean the blood soaked floors, and learn unhealthy ways to be in a relationship. If there is anything I hope anyone walks away with: aside from this being a brilliantly written book, is that as culture-we need to stand up for those who don’t have a voice, have lost their voice, and/or don’t know what to do. It's a fantastic book that is a must read for everyone!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Could not put this book down! Did not want it to end!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book as much as Husband's Secret. Liane amazes me the way she ties everything together in the end. You cannot go wrong with this book. I am scrambling trying to find something that will blow me away like this has. I cannot wait for the next one.
Atthebeach More than 1 year ago
A speed read, a good read, murky little mystery with a long, complex build to the end. Secrets and lies in the families of a little town where the kids go to the same school and they all just know each other---but not well.  Some interesting characters and a decent mystery.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had read the reviews for this book and couldn't wait to dive into it, but much to my dismay, boy did it drag on for 400 pages. It took me weeks to get through it.
Anonymous 2 days ago
Loved it