Okay. So, it took me a good two weeks to get into we were liars by E. Lockhart but once I started it was hard to put it down. This book was just sooo different. The way it was written, I can't describe it but it was just different. What I really enjoyed about the book was the imagery. Everyone has those moments when they feel like their world is coming apart but you can't find the right words to describe it, but Lockhart found the perfect words every time. Below is an example of when Candence, the main character, and her mother are watching their dad leave their family.
"Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,
then from my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth.
It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout" (lockhart 5).
The narration was different not that there was anything specifically different about it but the voice created for Candence was haunting. My favorite part of the novel was definitely the end. BIGGEST PLOT TWIST EVER. Throughout the book, Candence is trying to remember what happened to her and her family during summer fifteen on the island. While she is trying to piece together what happened so was I and finding out the entire story pushed me to keep on reading.
By far my favorite book that I've included on my blog so far (I feel like I say this about every book).
