We Were Liars
BY 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.
The truth.” -Goodreads
I honestly didn’t know what to expect going into this book, just that my sister kept pressuring me to read it. I figured it must be great if my sister, who barely reads, loved it. I had bought her the book for Christmas and surprisingly, to me, she had finished it within following month. I didn’t realize upon purchasing it, that the story was a tragedy. I didn’t realize that once I read it I would want to cry. I definitely didn’t realize how a story with such promise ended so morbidly.
As I finished reading the novel at work (I have a lot of free-time at work during the summer) my emotions about the story are still a bit bottled up. I feel as if I never want to read again because of the possibility that the next novel I pick up will be just as depressing. Did I ever mention I thrive on happy endings? This was not a happy ending, it was sadness and despair, revelation and depression. As John Green’s quote on the cover states, the story is “utterly unforgettable.” I felt the story was engaging and concise, that the characters were intriguing and emotional, but I only just liked it. Tragedies rarely make my top favorite books.