Author: E. Lockhart
Publication: Delacorte Press (May 13, 2014)
Description: 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.
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.
My Thoughts: This is an intriguing story told in the first person by Cadence Sinclair Eastman. Cadence is sick with migraines from a traumatic brain injury that happened a couple of years previously. She doesn't remember what happened and no one in helping her remember on the advice of her doctors.
It is time for her to go back to the private island off the coast of Massachusetts where she always spent her summers and where the accident happened during summer fifteen. She reminisces about the many previous summers when she and her cousins Johnny and Mirren and their friend Gat ran free and were called the Liars by the adults.
The story combines her memories of past summers with fairy tales that she hopes will help her figure out what is going on. The stories usually start with a king who has three daughters which is her family's story. Her grandfather who is a wealthy man had three daughters. Now, after his wife's death, he is playing the daughters off against each other and the daughters are at odds with each other and drinking too much. The Liars are seeing this and it is impacting their summer too.
I got very involved in this story as I tried, along with Cadence, to figure out what it was about that summer fifteen that she was not remembering. And...about the ending...I'm going to lie too.
Welcome, once again, to the beautiful Sinclair family.I got this eARC from NetGalley. You can buy your copy here.
We believe in outdoor exercise. We believe that time heals.
We believe, although we will not say so explicitly, in prescription drugs and the cocktail hour.
We do not discuss our problems in restaurants. We do no believe in explicit displays of distress. Our upper lips are stiff, and it is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts.