Saturday, October 11, 2014
We Were Liars, by E. Lockhart
However, something is not quite right. No one will talk to her about what happened two summers ago. Her grandfather has torn down his old house and put up a new one. Her younger cousins keep their distance. As the summer progresses, memories come back to her and the terrible horrible truth is re-emerges. For Cady, who has been unable to recall it all, the horror is being relived.
A rather darker tale than I usually associate with E. Lockhart, and I don't think I cared for it much! The story is well-written and the mystery unfolds at a nice pace (although, once revealed, the book really has nowhere to go for the last twenty pages). I did love the little interludes where Lockhart goes off on the gruesomeness of Brothers Grimm in a lovely set of parallel tales. But the story was not very pretty or beautiful or even as suspenseful as I hoped it would be. It was ultimately gross and tragic and a bit cruel.
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