I’ve discussed YA-books about the LGBT before, but for some reason there is something about teenage drama in a (mental) place of conflict that just pulls the reader in. Lies we tell ourselves is no different, and yet it is.
History has this nasty habit of repeating itself, over and over again while it sometimes seems like no one learns. Or at least, not really. When I finished reading Lies we tell ourselves I smiled and yet I wanted to cry. It showed once again how little we as mankind have learned since the ‘60’s. There are still so many people who do not seem to want others to be happy, who seem perfectly happy to separate the world between “us” and “them”. And yet, the book also inspires you to be brave, and be proud.