By Maria Antokas
Simply Lies by David Baldacci (2023) gave me a full-on reader identity crisis: either I read it already and forgot every single thing about it, or I somehow missed it entirely and happily stumbled in fresh. Halfway through, I had a strong déjà vu moment – wait, have I been here before? – but since I couldn’t remember the killer, I was oddly committed to seeing it through. No skipping to the last chapter, no cheating (I have standards). Baldacci does what he always does best: smooth, effortless writing, sharp pacing, solid characters, and a plot that keeps you comfortably hooked without requiring a flowchart. This is a perfect rainy-day, curl-up-and-read book – familiar in the best way. If you’re a Baldacci fan, it’s worth picking up… even if you’re not entirely sure you’ve already read it.
