In We Were Liars, E. Lockhart has written a book that simply can’t be described. A description of the plot makes it sound boring, and going into too much detail ruins the effect. ‘We Were Liars’ is equal parts charming and confronting with a whopping twist at the end which punched me right in the feels.
It is a tale of teenage love written in a way which reminds you how it felt to be fifteen and besotted, with a smattering of ‘Brideshead Revisited’ and ‘Wuthering Heights’ thrown in. It’s genre-bending, poignant, beautiful, tragic, nostalgic, heartbreaking and unexpected. I loved every moment of it.
I won’t tell you about the characters, I won’t tell you about the events, I won’t tell you about Lockhart’s writing style (which incidentally is flawless). What I will tell you is that you need to pick up this book. It’s a stunning piece of literature.