I am reading the novel die for you by Lisa Unger. It is set in Eastern Europe and New York City and is all about the idea of thinking you know exactly what’s going on in your life, trusting that your reality is The True Reality, but then finding out that everything about your current circumstance was pretty much a set-up and a lie, all done for money. As in, your husband who tells you he loves you and wants to take care of you and shares his bank account with you and fucks the everloving sweetness right out of you on hard surfaces is really thinking about his real life back home where he’s from and his name isn’t really what his name is so that Mrs. Hislastname shit you’re sporting isn’t real either. Oh, and by the way, his real wife beat the shit out of you and took her wedding ring back off your finger after she gashed your head open.
This type of story line does two things for me:
1. Makes me ponder the thought of everything in my life right now being unreal.
2. Makes me contemplate my trust of other human beings.
I have trust issues already. I could choose to let this book feed into those issues, but perhaps I should choose the mature adult path and learn what I don’t want to be, learn who I am right now and who I want to become and make a plan for getting there.
But if it turns out that Dawg really isn’t Dawg I’m gonna freak the fuck out. 
I don’t think that you have to worry about any identity horrors… Screwing someone over in any lucrative way can be done with much more effective, yet-not-as-confusing methods.
Yeah, I’m wandering besides the point, I know.
Of course, trust is a vital part of human interaction. What’s life without it? A long, long game of cat and mouse, and the cat’s not even invited.
Yah, for the record, I totally believe Dawg is who he tells me he is. Otherwise his entire family has done a very good job of doctoring adorable baby pictures.
This book sounds good, really good. I think I’d enjoy it if I wasn’t currently being completely irrational about everything right now. I think I’ll put this on my “to read later” list.
Or I can take a lesson from you and try to be an mature adult.
Hmm.
Well that’s just creepy. But is it well-written creepy?
I am going to read this book now. I need to feed my inner demons.
It sounds good, but sinister good. I would probably have to read it in the day light. Nope, I don’t watch horror movies either, just a wimp.
Does this fall into the category of “chick lit?” It sounds like it might be interesting and lately I’ve been told a lot of what I read falls under the “chick lit” heading.
Finn, so good. The 1st person character is a writer who prides herself on being observant and feels so foolish when she realizes all the signs she missed.
Everyone, read it.
Nice! Thanks yet again, for a book recommendation!
There is no spoon.
Did you watch that last night, too? TNT or TBS, one of the two.