✰ 2.5 stars ✰
“We needed each other—possibly even loved each other in some strange, flawed way—but it didn’t matter. We were doomed to destroy each other.”
Truly, nothing could be closer to the truth than these words of wisdom that Meg Ashley used to describe her relationship with her mother, Frances White, a highly reputable and esteemed writer who built her entire career on a instant cult-classic,
Kitten
, that illustrated a fictional account of a real-life murder that took place during her teenage years. Emily Carpenter's sophomore novel The Weight of Lies is the entanglement of of what happens when the past bleeds into the present, the lines between fiction and reality are blurred and the bond of family ties, literary secrets and racial idiosyncrasies are put to the test that have Megan not only fighting for her life, but seeking the real truth behind the story that catapulted her mother to instantaneous success.
It does sound appealing, doesn't it?
“You tell me a story,
You weave me a tale.
But I travel alone
Down the dark, twisted trail.”
And to be totally fair, it was a compelling read - not in the way that the clues were laid out, but how it kept my interest till the end just so I could get the satisfaction of knowing what was the real truth. That pay-off has to come. And the story really captured the true essence of the title; how the weight of lies of so many I enjoyed the Gothic creepy and eerie vibes of the forlorn and forsaken Georgia hotel that Meg came to, to investigate further into her mother's past. 👍🏻👍🏻 '“Sometimes, in our lives, we do what other people want us to. Simply because we can’t muster the strength to go another, braver way.' The descriptions were hauntingly cryptic and that sense of foreboding was not only prevalent, but the limited cast of characters made you feel even more secluded on the remote island - completely cut-off from everyone and everything. 😥
But, there was something about Meg's character and her drive to expose her mother's past secrets - simply on the intent of writing a tell-all book about her rotten childhood and shedding light on all her mother's scandalous indiscretions and the rocky relationship they've had since then - didn't quite sit well with me. 🙎🏻♀️ I mean, haven't you heard the expression, don't air out your dirty laundry?' The fact that she was not only so easily convinced to follow up on the investigation, but even after repeatedly warned not to pursue the truth, and get some sort of sick twisted pleasure out of it - it just didn't seem like something a likeable character would behave as. 🫤
“Why? Some mysteries are never solved, that’s the sad truth. There is no more. No proof, no way of finding proof. It’s all over.”
Meg was not a likeable character. I did not feel any motivation to cheer her on or sympathize with her relationship with her mother, Frances. Frances may have been a bona fide actress in covering up her tracks, but it didn't quite make sense why she was so adamant about uncovering the truth about it - NOW, if not being pushed into doing so. 'The sheer number of possible scenarios and what-ifs was becoming ridiculous.'That part of the story also quickly devolved faster than how it took to convince her to jump at the chance of ruining her mother's reputation. 🙄 It just further proved how utterly gullible she was and how easily it would be for her to make hasty decisions and jump to conclusions without any substantial evidence.
I could also have very much done without the inclusion of snippets of the actual Kitten novel that alternated after each chapter. All those extra names diverted from the actual plot and made it very confusing for me to even recall which character was from the book and which one was from real life. 😩 If the story had simply centered on the real one, I think it could have been a more self-contained novel. 'Sometimes adults find comfort in childhood tales.' They were too short to even be seen as necessary and quite frankly, were trashy writing, at best. Nothing that even remotely resembled good writing, so one must wonder what on earth were people thinking to have it gain such a cult following. 😮💨
“Our enemies are all around us, ready to take what is ours. But you can’t let them. Once you’ve lost what belongs to you—your belief, your faith, your land—you’ve lost everything.”
There was inclusion of racial discrimination - namely for Native Americans; but I failed to see the need for it, as it failed to have any real purpose to the plot, besides making it more convoluted and mysterious than it was already necessary. Was it added to simply make it more intriguing? To show how the disparaging views during the 70s were that could have led to the eventual craziness that unfolded around the murders that consumed the lives of so many? Not to mention the inappropriate and offensive comments; I know that they aren't included to reflect the author's true thoughts, but when one person commented on Meg's appearance as one that could have akin to anything from a Native American to a South Asian to a Brazilian to an African, I was just, like 'oh wow'. 😒 Never thought I would see the day that the color of skin tone could be affiliated to nearly so many different races! I guess that just hit a nerve because so many random people would look at me and say to me that I don't look Pakistani, and all I can think then, is Bruh, I've never even left Pakistan, how can I NOT look Pakistani??' 😣
Suffice to say, this was neither a memorable read or a worthwhile one, kind of a disappointment, to be quite honest. What started off with some promise, steadily became more of a bigger mess that made it a struggle for me to get to an end that satisfied me. Such is the weight of lies. 😔