We Were Liars

As most of you know, I am a book addict. I am always deep into another fictional world, put together by thin cut paper and precisely typed ink letters. I plan to go into a career for writing, specifically realistic fiction, and if I’m lucky, a collaboration with the one and only John Green.

Recently, I just finished We Were Liars written by E. Lockhart. This book has made it onto Arden’s Top Ten. Now that is a huge deal. I am constantly reading and constantly falling in love with novels, left and right. I can only say there were few novels I ever “rejected”, “gave up on”, or were disappointed by.


Arden’s Top 5

1- The Fault In Our Stars by John Green

2 The Divergent Trilogy by Veronica Roth

3 We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

4 Impulse by Ellen Hopkins

5 The Giver by Lois Lowry


We Were Liars is about the extraordinarily rich Sinclair family, told from the point of view of Candance Sinclair Eastman. Candance is about 17 in the time of the story, and endured a very devastating head injury two summers ago, on the island her family always vacations on. She does not remember anything about the accident, in fact, all she knows at all is what her mother has told her: She was found out in the water in nothing but a camisole and her underwear, yet she had left no clothing on shore. Candance is left to wonder why she went swimming all alone in the dark of the night, and what really happened that nobody is telling her. All of her family, including her cousins, aunts, and Granddad are hiding from her, yet she cannot tell what it is. Throughout the novel, she tries to piece  her Summer 15 and figure out what went so terribly wrong.

This novel left to so astounded, heart broken, and utterly moved. Usually, I can see the possible outcome of a novel while reading it, but with We Were Liars, what happened had never occurred to me. E. Lockhart keeps you hovering on the edge of your seat throughout this heart breaking journey, and leaves you soaked in tears, wondering why. This is the kind of book that once you read it, you can never read it again the same way you did the first time. The second go around, you pick up on things you never gave a second thought to before, and it rips out your heart yet again. The second read is just as touching as the first.



1 Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s