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.We Were Liars is a modern, sophisticated suspense novel from National Book Award finalist and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.Read it.And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.
I read this back in May and I’m only reviewing it now. I really had no words for We Were Liars, just tears. Until now. And I’m a bit forcing myself right now because E. Lockhart is coming to the Philippines next week and ULTIMATE FLAILING GOING ON AROUND HERE.
Since I can’t talk about the plot, I’ll just rave over E. Lockhart’s prose. I know the style isn’t for everyone but this is my kryptonite. Anything poetic, lyrical, and drowned in metaphor is a must read for me. I don’t care if something’s slow or plodding, I can get over that if the words are beautiful. If I can float in its smooth flow, I’m all set. I especially loved the interspersed “fairytales” because they added dimension and mystery to the whole book.
We Were Liars is a very short book but even in its shortness, it will go down as one of the books I will never forget. Here’s my review on Goodreads right after I finished it…
I finished We Were Liars and I… I just… I… Yeah. That. And then some. A lot. I don’t know. I do know now.
A review might never materialize. But I’ll leave you with this…
“Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments.”
E. Lockhart, you delivered more than small astonishments.
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