We Were Liars

13320019_1758420797773929_1992916937_nWhile it is true I didn’t cry while reading this book, but I almost did. And that’s what you need to know first. 

Perhaps, that’s all you need to know.

I didn’t cry. Sue me. I felt like I was going to but I couldn’t. Though I did receive the symptoms of a cryer. IE: My throat stopped up, my eyes began to waver, and I felt my heart beat out of my chest. Boom, boom, boom. But I was rewarded with no tears.

The book starts out with you finding out about the Cadence Sinclair, the family, and how freaking perfect they are. No one is a liar. No one is a criminal. They are simply the Sinclairs.

We also find out that she has crippling migraines, after a tragic accident in Summer Fifteen. You’ll get to meet the liars: Gat, Mirren, and Johnny.

This year, Summer Seventeen, she convinces her Mum, to take her to her Gran’s house in Windemere. Her mother, Penny, believes that she and Cadence deserve the inheritance that Granddad has for them. But Penny has two rivalling sisters, Bess and Carrie. They both think that they should receive it.

Almost every night they get drunk and argue. They start using the children to get to granddad, to convince him that they deserve the inheritance. Cadence doesn’t want to. When she finally stands up for herself by voicing her concern, her mother threatened to take her back to her father and never come back here.

This would have been fine, had she not had her friends. The liars. Gat.

Gat was her first love.

Love meant everything.

No more summers. No more Gat.

Gat.

So she went to grandad.

A tearjerker, and overall a great novel. I give it a90-100% and a golden sticker.

Here is an exclusive excerpt of We Were Liars:

PENNY, CARRIE, AND Bess are the daughters of Tipper and Harris Sinclair. Harris came into his money at twenty-one after Harvard and grew the fortune doing business I never bothered to understand. He inherited houses and land. He made intelligent decisions about the stock market. He married Tipper and kept her in the kitchen and the garden. He put her on display in pearls and on sailboats. She seemed to enjoy it.

Granddad’s only failure was that he never had a son, but no matter. The Sinclair daughters were sunburnt and blessed. Tall, merry, and rich, those girls were like princesses in a fairy tale. They were known throughout Boston, Harvard Yard, and Martha’s Vineyard for their cashmere cardigans and grand parties. They were made for legends. Made for princes and Ivy League schools, ivory statues, and majestic houses.

Granddad and Tipper loved the girls so, they couldn’t say whom they loved best. First Carrie, then Penny, then Bess, then Carrie again. There were splashy weddings with salmon and harpists, then bright blond grandchildren and funny blond dogs. No one could ever have been prouder of their beautiful American girls than Tipper and Harris were, back then.

They built three new houses on their craggy private island and gave them each a name: Windemere for Penny, Red Gate for Carrie, and Cuddledown for Bess.

I am the eldest Sinclair grandchild. Heiress to the island, the fortune, and the expectations.

Well, probably.

ME, JOHNNY, MIRREN, and Gat. Gat, Mirren, Johnny, and me.

The family calls us four the Liars, and probably we deserve it. We are all nearly the same age, and we all have birthdays in the fall. Most years on the island, we’ve been trouble.

Gat started coming to Beechwood the year we were eight. Summer eight, we called it.

Before that, Mirren, Johnny, and I weren’t Liars. We were nothing but cousins, and Johnny was a pain because he didn’t like playing with girls.

Johnny, he is bounce, effort, and snark. Back then he would hang our Barbies by the necks or shoot us with guns made of Lego.

Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain. Back then she spent long afternoons with Taft and the twins, splashing at the big beach, while I drew pictures on graph paper and read in the hammock on the Clairmont house porch.

Then Gat came to spend the summers with us.

Aunt Carrie’s husband left her when she was pregnant with Johnny’s brother, Will. I don’t know what happened. The family never speaks of it. By summer eight, Will was a baby and Carrie had taken up with Ed already.

This Ed, he was an art dealer and he adored the kids. That was all we’d heard about him when Carrie announced she was bringing him to Beechwood, along with Johnny and the baby. They were the last to arrive that summer, and most of us were on the dock waiting for the boat to pull in. Granddad lifted me up so I could wave at Johnny, who was wearing an orange life vest and shouting over the prow.


Excerpt from Bookbrowse.com

 

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Rating Scale: 1%-100%

90-100% OMG I WILL PROCEED TO FANGIRL FOR HOURS/DAYS LATER

70-80% This was a good book, that everyone should read

50-60% – It was okay, but it was kinda hard to get into

30-40% -Um, probably never to be heard of again….hopefully.

20-10% – OH GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I KEPT READING

DFR = Didn’t finish reading because well….sucked. Probably thrown at the wall….

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