We Were Liars

A beautiful and distinguished family.
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.
True love.
The truth.

Apparently I’m reading intense twist ending books lately. Books that you just KNOW something is off but can’t quite put your figure out it until HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL.

We Were Liars is definitely one of those books. Now, normally I hate it when people are like “Oh there’s a twist!” in the reviews, but that’s not really a secret here. Candace knows she had an accident, but can’t remember what happened, and so the book follows her memories coming back like a slow dripping faucet. Each one is more eerie.

E. Lockhart uses sort of a funky writing style–you either love it or you hate it. It’s very a very choppy, stream of consciousness thing, which I tend to like most of the time. Candace is pretty poetic in her narration, and I think it goes along with the pain she feels with her migraines. But, I can certainly understand why people don’t care for it.

I’m probably the last person from Booklr to read this one, so I’m glad I finally marked it off my TBR. If you haven’t picked up We Were Liars yet, you should. I’m not sure if it stands up to every bit of hype as it got when it first came out, but it is definitely worth reading.

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