«Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet. » These are the opening lines of Everything I Never Told You, by Celeste Ng. They have a familiar ring, and so we might imagine a story like The Lovely Bones, or some other mystery novel that takes us through the violent, terrifying last days of a teenage girl’s life: a rewound story of abduction and even darker things. One critic speaks of Ng’s novel as a literary thriller. I suppose it qualifies. But the word seems inappropriate. There’s a pervasive sadness in the novel. It’s in part a leaden, immobilizing … Continue reading EVERYTHING I NEVER TOLD YOU