The Fine Art of Lying
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where were you (couch, bathtub, subway?) when this book really pulled you in, and what were you snacking on?
If you could hang one piece of art in the room we're sitting in right now, what would it be and why?
The book plays with the idea that a beautiful lie can feel more comforting than the truth. Has a small, well-meaning fib ever made your life softer?
The New York art world in this novel is dazzling but exhausting. What glittery world have you been drawn to, and would you actually want to live inside it?
So much of this story is about reinvention. Was there a moment in the book that made you feel tender toward someone trying to become a new version of themselves?
Which scene felt the coziest or most comforting to you, even if the story around it was tense?
By the end, did your feelings toward the main character soften, sharpen, or get complicated? Talk us through how she made you feel.
Without giving anything away, what lingered with you after you closed the book, a mood, a question, a person you kept thinking about?