All the Truth That’s in Me is a horrific story, horrifically eloquently awful, a stomach turning allegory of the worst of humanity. I listened to Julie Berry‘s story while being simultaneously repelled and fascinated. Set in a Puritan village, in what would assume to be the mid-seventeenth century Judith Finch is a survivor of a gruesome attack.
Four years ago, Judith and her best friend disappeared from their small town of Roswell Station. Two years ago, only Judith returned, permanently mutilated, reviled and ignored by those who were once her friends and family. Unable to speak, Judith lives like a ghost in her own home, silently pouring out her thoughts to the boy who’s owned her heart as long as she can remember—even if he doesn’t know it—her childhood friend, Lucas.
But when Roswell Station is attacked, long-buried secrets come to light, and Judith is forced to choose: continue to live in silence, or recover her voice, even if it means changing her world, and the lives around her, forever.
Regrettably unable to defend herself against society’s persecution Judith is in equal parts ignored and vilified by her family and neighbours. Blamed by her mother for her father’s untimely death of grief, following Judith’s disappearance and presumed death, she views the mutilation of her tongue and by extension her speech a mark of her sin.
The subject matter of this story is not for the faint of heart but to persevere is to be rewarded with a truly captivating reading experience. All the Truth That’s in Me is a hard novel to define, but it was ultimately a spectacular combination of murder mystery, societal commentary and satisfying love story.
AUTHOR: Julie Berry
RATING: 4 Stars
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