The other day, I found an advanced copy of We Were Liars and finally decided to read it.
There was so much hype for this book and everyone I've talked with LOVED IT.
But honestly, I wasn't all that into it. You know, it wasn't bad but it wasn't great either.
So there's a group of teens, who have somehow earned the title of "The Liars" (we never actually find out what they did to earn that title). The group is made up of cousins, Cady, Mirren, Johnny, and family friend, Gat. They spend every summer together on the Sinclair family island. The island is shrouded in family drama. The three incredibly spoiled mothers often try using their children to get what they want from their father. When the oldest granddaughter, Cady has an accident, the family begins unraveling.
The whole novel is told through Cady's amnesia. She's trying to remember the summer of her accident and hopes that going back to the island might help refresh her mind. But, my God, does she have a knack for the theatrics. Everything that comes out of her mouth is either incredibly angsty or deeply philosophical, which gets annoying fast. She wants to spend time with the Liars, to fill the gaps in her memory. But no one wants to talk with her about the incident.
I wish there was more to say about the book, but that little paragraph is the basically the gist of the book. But just remember, if anyone asks you about the ending, just lie.