Favorite Lines in a Book: Never Tell by Lisa Gardner

by Jeannie Ruesch

One of my favorite features of reading on my Kindle is the highlight option. I often find by the time I’m done, I have multiple sentences or sections highlighted. So I thought I’d share some of my favorite lines from my favorite books.

This one is Never Tell by Lisa Gardner, an auto-buy author for me. I haven’t read a book of hers yet that I didn’t love.

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About the Book

#1 New York Times bestseller Lisa Gardner returns with an unpredictable thriller that puts fan favorites D.D. Warren and Flora Dane on a shocking new case that begins with a vicious murder and gets darker from there.

A man is dead, shot three times in his home office. But his computer has been shot twelve times, and when the cops arrive, his pregnant wife is holding the gun.

D.D. Warren arrives on the scene and recognizes the woman–Evie Carter–from a case many years back. Evie’s father was killed in a shooting that was ruled an accident. But for D.D., two coincidental murders is too many.

Flora Dane sees the murder of Conrad Carter on the TV news and immediately knows his face. She remembers a night when she was still a victim–a hostage–and her captor knew this man. Overcome with guilt that she never tracked him down, Flora is now determined to learn the truth of Conrad’s murder.

But D.D. and Flora are about to discover that in this case the truth is a devilishly elusive thing. As layer by layer they peel away the half-truths and outright lies, they wonder: How many secrets can one family have?

Some of my favorite Lines

We all wear masks. And the more we have to hide, the more accomplished the veneer.

Then I’m up, moving, walking, wishing I could shed my own skin. I don’t want to be me anymore. Not today.

And part of brilliance isn’t just solving a problem; it’s seeing a problem no one else realizes is a problem yet.

How the brain could spin for days, weeks, months at a time, an endless cycle of remembered traumas from falling off your bike at seven to being attacked by a knife-wielding maniac at twenty. Trying to sort out the experiences, Samuel had explained to me once. It felt like my brain was racing wildly, but really, it was searching for patterns, matches, order. Something that would give it context, so my mind could go, Aha—that’s what happened.

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