Review: We Were Liars (E. Lockhart)

This book was June’s hottest item. I remember seeing it being praised on every other blog I visited. I wanted to read it so bad that I went looking for a copy at three different bookstores. I finally got a copy a week or so later. I devoured it in a few hours. The way this book is written, with its short, poetic sentences, definitely lends to quick reading. I know some people hated it but I actually quite enjoyed the writing style.

Having seen this book reviewed pretty much everywhere, I knew there was a twist coming, and I have to say I pretty much figured it out halfway through the book. I thought it was pretty obvious, but it’s most likely because I knew to look out for it — and I know enough psychology to know what sorts of terrible things could happen to you following a terrible thing that happened. That being said, the actual terrible thing that happened wasn’t quite what I thought happened. There was no way I could’ve imagined that was what happened, so that was still a surprise. Sort of.

Other than that I really don’t have much to say about this book. It’s a quick, enjoyable, fulfilling read — unless you get annoyed by (a) the writing style or (b) the narrator’s personality, because she is kind of annoying… except I felt terribly sad for her and so I tolerated her annoying-ness. Which is probably what everyone else in her family thought of, which is probably why she ended up being so annoying in the first place. Hmm. Anyway.

[green_box] This post is part of the Write On review-a-thoncreated and hosted by Brianna at The Book Vixen. [/green_box]

We Were Liars Book Cover We Were Liars
E. Lockhart

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.

Aiko
If I had my way, I'd spend the rest of my days at the corner of a coffee shop, reading, writing, and talking to the one I love.

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