Cadence Sinclair knows that something happened last summer. But no one--not her mother, her cousins, not even her beloved Gat--will tell her what it is. Non-linear, like memory, We Were Liars (2014) made me feel awake for the first time in many months. And I stayed awake through a whole summer night and into a summer morning, despite the heat that kept my apartment in a chokehold, to read the final words on the final page. I was hesitant to read such a popular novel, but ready to be moved, to have my small speck of the universe disturbed. E. Lockhart does just that with a story of a wealthy family in the northeastern United States; a young generation of discontent and rebellion; and the dangerous secret that binds and divides them. Part poem, part fairytale, part psychological revelation, We were Liars will leave you wondering--are we all merely liars?
Spending the summers on her family's private island off the coast of Massachusetts with her cousins and a special boy named Gat, teenaged Cadence struggles to remember what happened during her fifteenth summer.