Published by Delacorte Press on May 13th, 2014
Genres: contemporary, young adult
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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.
I view hype as a deathtrap for a book. When I see rave “professional” reviews and media plugs for a new YA book, I tend to run the other way and avoid the entire ordeal. I’m tired of touching that hot stove.
However, there are times when online reviewing and Twitter feeds can actually help me look past the rabid raving and push me to take a chance on a hotly hyped book. Every once in a while, the popular status of a novel does stem from the sole reason that a book is honestly good and worth while (a la Angelfall).
After witnessing some PTSD reactions on my own Twitter feed, I finally caved and bought this for my Kindle. It helped quite a bit that I was itching for a contemporary summer read.
So I caved and took a dive into the hype.
After reading, all I can say is WOW, way to murder my poor heart!
I read this book in an entire day because I just could not bring myself to stop reading. The story sucked you in from the start, and the writing is actually causing me to take another look at Lockhart’s novels.
The characters were a shock to my system. Cady was a hard egg to crack. From the start, I felt this wall around her, this unwillingness to let down her guard and let even the reader come close to her. In a way, we watch the world go by her with a sense of “wrongness”. The entire time, it seemed that everything seemed out of place while the story unfolds. I was getting a bit worried when I flew through the book, because I couldn’t see any other outcome, and I began to doubt myself. Then everything just steamrolled right over my reality, then my wishes and my wants and finally, heart murder.
This isn’t a story that you can properly review. It has an air of “First Rule” etiquette. I could not, for the life of me, understand why my page was filled with half-cocked discussions about the ending, and the characters, and the emotional toil. I was thinking to myself, “If I made it through The Knife of Never Letting Go and wrote a review, then this book can sure as hell get one!”
WHOA. I apologize, bookies.
You can’t properly explain this book without giving away so much.
Instead, I want to focus on the main appeal of the book: The sense that something is just terribly wrong, and the fact that the main character is pouring out every uncomfortable feeling and raw thought out to you while raising the drawbridge. It is like watching something horrible without the ability to fix it. All you can do is watch and stare.
I understand that might be very frustrating for some, but you just have to read this book to get it. It is raw, and painful, and it is tough as hell to read, and even tougher to put down. You either see it coming, or you don’t, and it either tears you apart, or it doesn’t.