A private island.
A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy.
A group of four friends—the Liars—whose friendship turns destructive.
A revolution. An accident. A secret.
Lies upon lies.
We Were Liars is a modern, sophisticated suspense novel from National Book Award finalist and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.
And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.
We Were Liars is a fragmented, dark mystery. Filled with broken memories and haunting clues, the suspense builds to a shocking crescendo. Everything is questionable and nothing is certain. Be prepared to reel.
- Cadence suffers from debilitating migraines due to PTSD from an injury she has no memory of. E. Lockhart does a stellar job channeling the frustration, the helplessness, and the sense of loss that comes with this disorder. It’s hard to control and brutal in the way it takes over Cadence’s life. Cadence fights with everything she has to beat it and it’s a slow, agonizing uphill climb.
- The mystery is killer. It pushes and pulls, forcing you to piece together clues as quickly as Cadence, the need to solve the puzzle is addictive.
- There’s a small thread that deals with diversity and how upper class white families with old money regard people with dark skin. At first, this seems like a tiny plot point but it grows and festers, building into something much more. There’s an exploration that allows for the reader to come to their own conclusions. Where to place the blame and who the victims really are is up to the reader.
- First love. Cadence’s wonder and romance are heartwarming. The way she views Gat as someone who can open her heart and make her a better person, who opens her eyes to the world is beautiful and sweet.
- THAT ENDING. Wow.
- Some parts are lackadaisical and slow, they ooze pretension and lazy opulence. While it does fit with the overall story, the pacing makes it easy to lose interests at a few points. The random insertion of flashback and memories pushes the story through the slumps.
- Cadence’s entire identity is colored by her big name and nostalgia. Who she is as a person without the constant influence of the other Liars is unclear. It seemed that every time there was something unique or creative about her, it was leached from another character-the writing on her hands, her love of books, the need to give. I thirsted for more of the real Cadence, a Cadence that I could believe in and root for, instead it was more smoke, mirrors, and illusions to others.
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