We were liars

A Novel by E. Lockhart

Description: 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. True love. The truth.

Well that was Confusing. The story takes a bunch of turns and tells little fairytales, which was both very odd, and also simultaneously better than the book itself. The writing style was crap, everything felt rushed and very clipped, which I didn’t like at all. The story itself was intriguing at first (if you ignore the fact that it was about a self centred whiny little rich brat) the overall concept was fun though. It had the potential to be super mysterious and secretive while you’re learning all the secrets of the family. But instead it was just slightly secretive while also basically screaming out loud what was going on. None of the other…let’s call them ‘characters’ were any better in the story. The liars as she calls them were also just as bratty and self absorbed, even the one who wasn’t a rich brat was a pain in the ass. As for the main chick..I could never really tell if her wounds were physical or mental? Things being said like “He bonded her wrists with gauze as she bled out on him” were apparently talking about mental pain or something? I have no idea what was going on. And the ending was.. it was something.. I wasn’t shocked by the ending at all, like I said it was basically screaming that something was up. Overall aside from the promising idea of the story, it was a bit of a let down.

I rate this book

3/10

HAVE A FAMTABULOTASTIC DAY

xoxo

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