Author: E. Lockhart
Publisher: Hot Key Books
Date: May 2014
Source: ARC from publisher
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We are the Liars.
We are beautiful, privileged and live a life of carefree luxury.
We are cracked and broken.
A story of love and romance.
A tale of tragedy.
Which are lies?
Which is truth?
The less you know about We Were Liars, the better. E. Lockhart’s latest novel offers only the vaguest of synopses. The only thing I knew for sure was that I HAD to read it, that there was an ENDING (yes, both those things in CAPSLOCK), and that I would immediately want to talk to someone about the book after I finished it.
They weren’t lying. See, I think We Were Liars, with its writing style and shroud of mystery, is a book that it will delight and annoy people in equal measure. It is written from the point of view of Cadence Sinclair Eastman, 17, the first grandchild of the wealthy Sinclair family. The Sinclairs are the Regina Georges of New England—with their Mayflower roots and beautiful blonde hair, the family are spoken about in hushed revered whispers, and they make it a point to live up to lofty expectations.
The Sinclairs spend every summer on their own private island with four houses, one for Grandad, the patriarch of the family, and one for each of his three beautiful daughters and their families. The titular Liars are a little clique that Cadence, her cousins Mirren and Jeremy, and their friend Gat have formed as they spend their beautiful summers together.
As you read on, you uncover more about the family and the mystery behind Cady’s accident. The book is written with heaps of purple prose, which isn’t to everyone’s style. I personally liked it as it was a good fit for Cady’s recovering, migraine-addled brain. I was especially fond of the unique set of adjectives she uses to describe the Liars throughout. I enjoyed reading about the family’s super privileged lifestyle, but there was a sense of aimlessness during the middle half of the book.
But goodness me, that ending. Or should I say ENDING. My suspicions came at probably the right time—I didn’t know for sure, but I could read deeper between the lines for a good chunk of the book. And even though I saw it coming, even though I guessed right, it still ripped my heart right out at the end. Be prepared with a box of tissues, fellow readers.
So if you have read We Were Liars and you need someone to talk to about that ENDING, please leave me a comment, send me an email or tweet @wingedreviews! If you haven’t yet, read the book and I’ll be here waiting when you’ve finished!