A friend recommended I give We Were Liars a read, and so I promptly picked it up at my local library. I’m unfamiliar with E. Lockhart, but the blurbs, particularly John Green’s, encouraged me.
Most of We Were Liars captivates. Our main character and narrator, Cadence, belongs to an old old money family and she, along with her cousins, spend their summers on their own private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Something happened to Cadence on that island, though, something that resulted in amnesia, crippling migraines, and depression. The majority of the book sets up the mystery, providing clue after clue as it races along, and it is difficult to put down.
However, the ending fell a little flat with me. Without giving anything away, I felt the conclusion switched direction without much precedence and that abrupt shift in tone disheartened me.
We Were Liars features young adult characters. They are filthy rich thanks to their racist grandfather and probably too clever. We even have a festering teenage romance between Cadence and Gat, an Indian cousin who is not really blood-related and forever falls into the category of “outsider.”
But despite some of the genre’s cliches, I must admit the sparse language, short page count, and mysterious plot kept me turning page after page. I think some will love this book and most will like it very much. Sure, the ending disappointed me, but the book as a whole proved satisfying.
Though, admittedly, I think John Green may have been a little too generous.