Garden of lies, indeed.  There was a lot of lying in this book,  and a lot of “Woe is me,  I have lied,  and it’s hurting ME so bad.”

I’m pretty sure that when you are a big fat liar you should be more concerned with the folks that you are robbing of the truth rather than your self.
It’s just a novel,  and a not even good one, at that… so I’ll go ahead and get off my moral high horse.