Unreliable narrators are the book‑ish trickster that keeps me up at night. It’s like the story’s own pulse is whispering “I’m not telling the whole thing.” I love how they make you feel the weight of every unspoken word, like reading a book that’s still writing itself. The trick is to follow that shadow and see what slips past the narrator’s tongue—those are the truths that truly belong to the page. And honestly, the best part is arguing with the author in the margins, asking why they chose to hide the truth in that particular shade.