We Were Liars by E. Lockhart is a . . . well, I'd tell you, but I'd probably have to lie.
since they were eight years old, they've spent their summers together:
Cady, Johnny, Mirren, and Gat. Three cousins and a friend, running wild
on the cousins' grandfather's private island. But then, two summers ago,
something happened, some trauma Cady can't quite remember. She hit her
head, she thinks. And last summer she toured Europe with her father. But
now she's back on the island, back with Johnny and Mirren and Gat, her
favorite people in the world, ready to face whatever it is that she's
been trying so hard not to remember. Or is she?
I found this book
intriguing in the literary sense, though I never connected with it on
an emotional level -- too many of Cady's problems are Rich Kid Problems,
and she's a little too intentionally vague to transcend her
socioeconomic background and resonate with the rest of us, I think. But
it kept me reading to the end, to see how things played out in terms of
the mystery. The hints were there, but I didn't even suspect the truth
until shortly before it was revealed. I also appreciated the homage to King Lear.
This book grabs hold of the brain, though not necessarily the
heartstrings, and if you're okay with that, then I would certainly
recommend it to you.
(Reviewed from an advance copy, courtesy of the publisher.)