From the cover:
This is a life told back to front.
This is a man who has lied all his life.
Roy is a conman living in a leafy English suburb, about to pull off the final coup of his career. He is going to meet and woo a beautiful woman and slip away with her life savings.
But who is the man behind the con and what has he had to do to survive this life of lies?
And why is this beautiful woman so willing to be his next victim?
If ever there was a book that makes a nonsense of the ‘I’ll stop reading a book if I don’t like it, life’s too short for bad books’ petulant, amateur nonsense, it’s this one.
There were a few times while reading this, where I thought “this is going nowhere, doing nothing, what was the blurb all about? Why on earth did I buy it?” I was really struggling to make sense of what he might have been wanting to do with the book. I even began to wonder if it hadn’t been accidentally shipped in the wrong book jacket. That kind of thing.
Then, as the clouds cleared, the sun came through, a symphony began and birds sang (etc), and I saw it and through its disguise…
And I was bowled over. Everything, all the dull stuff, all the little meaningless incidents and hints, made sense. The hints became hints and the book really hit me hard. He’s a bugger, that Nicholas Searle.
Try it, stay with it and you won’t regret it.