You’ll either love this story, or hate it. Love the writing style, or despise it. I guarantee you this : this book will take you to your extremities. So you’ll need to buckle up.
Needless to say (you can see my rating after all)… I ADORED this book.
Guess the fact that this is the first book review I’ve written in over a year adds substance to the above statement.
We were liars is… a broken story about a broken girl narrated with broken cadence. And like a sly wink from the author, Cadence is our protagonist with the broken memories and a life torn apart.
Cadence, her two cousins Johnny and Mirren, and their Indian American friend Gat are the Liars, and theirs is a bond that began in Summer Eight (they all are the same age). Every summer, the entire Sinclair family convenes in their family island, and the Liars are reunited. But something went wrong in Summer Fifteen.
Something that Cadence is trying to recall.
But memory can be a bitch.
I’m not going to be spoilerish, and I’m not going to ‘Lie’ as the blurb asks me to. In fact, a piece of advice forget about the blurb and the lies. Delve into a brilliantly imaginative but broken mind. And you’ll find that the narration is such a pleasure.
It dragged me in, and when I resurfaced in the end, I was crying and grinning at the same time.
We Were Liars deserves a five and a resounding applause. E. Lockhart, you brought me back into the reading world. Thank you!