Book Review: We Were Liars
Kristina Chapman | On 09, Sep 2014
There is nothing more mysterious about a book than hearing hundreds of different synopsises for the same story. Somehow, that came about for We Were Liars.
After hearing the drastically different outlines of the plot, I finally picked up a copy of the E. Lockhart novel and stared at the cover, wondering which story was right, or if they all magically were true.
â€œAnd if anyone asks you how it ends, just lie.â€
While I can promise you this review will not lie about the premise, I must highly suggest the importance of going into this book blind; itâ€™s much more exhilarating that way.
We Were Liars is one of those books where the messages spoken are much more intriguing than the person speaking them; but that doesnâ€™t make them less relatable (my favourite: be kinder than you have to be).
The writing style is a hit-or-miss for some people, the author dousing the reader with poetic imagery and augmented sentences. But that is exactly how the protagonist is; an eighteen-year-old girl filled with confusion and uncertainty, relishing in the beauty of the world without thinking of what the future holds.
This book was written to encourage the reader to wonder. It is a story-driven novel, where the only importance the protagonist holds is the fact that sheâ€™s telling you the story, nothing more.
Lastly, this is not your typical contemporary drama book. Itâ€™s haunting in the sense Wuthering Heights was haunting for the 1800s. Itâ€™s captivating, like the painting was for Dorian Gray. Itâ€™s jaw-dropping, like the â€˜duh-dunâ€™ from Jaws.