We are the Liars.
We are beautiful, privileged and live a life of carefree luxury.
We are cracked and broken.
A story of love and romance.
A tale of tragedy.
Which are lies?
Which is truth?
After an accident, Cadence is struggling to remember most of summer fifteen. What happened? Why can’t she remember and why does no one want to tell her?
I bought this book at a train station when I was having a really bad day and trains were cancelled and delayed – I’d gone into the shop to buy my Dad Thank-You-For-Giving-Me-A-Lift chocolates and came out with two books, the chocolate and some food for the way home. Whoops. I bought the books to make me feel better but that isn’t entirely what happened when I read We Were Liars.
I read it in one day, around work.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Instagram will have seen my instant reaction, my stomach still feels hollow. We Were Liars has an uncanny ability to take everything that you’re feeling, ball it up and put it somewhere you can’t reach. As I was reading and piecing things together, I could feel everything just slipping away until I felt empty – it was a powerful feeling. Yet, I still didn’t quite expect the ending. It has a twist and that twist packs quite a punch.
We Were Liars is a very good book. I know, I know, I’ve been saying that about a lot of books recently but it is true of all of them. We Were Liars is compelling. At first I was getting annoyed at most of the characters but I still wanted to read on and read quickly. I’m still not sure whether I was supposed to like most of the characters and that’s okay. I like that. I don’t want to like every character I read about, Lockhart managed to make me feel for a character I wasn’t entirely in love with, which is a testament to the writing. My being both indifferent to a character and wanting to hug them simultaneously doesn’t happen often.
In short: you should read it.
If you like unreliable narrators, lyrical prose and novels with a twist, We Were Liars is for you. You’ll want to read it again.