We Were Liars

"We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken." 

This is another book I read about a year ago. Writing about 'Resistance Is Futile' made me want to write about this one too. Let me talk you through the deep and miserable yet dreamy story of them. 

Them.

They are the Sinclairs. A family like there are thousands. Every summer, the tribe meets on the grandparents' private island. They are cousins, they self-proclaimed "The Liars". They are beautiful, they are young, they are rich. They smell the warm sand and the sun is reflected in their hair. Cadence Sinclair is the eldest of this new generation. Bearer of an unspoken heritage, flag bearer of a family that always stands tall, whatever the price to be paid. The summers go by, the bonds are woven, but something seems to float in the increasingly sticky atmosphere of this enchanting island. A family with a clean and bright facade. However, it is not good to cross the threshold of the house. Where nightmares sleep, where Liars must face the truth.

A hypnotic novel where things don't seem to be what they are. A novel about lying or maybe a novel lie. A novel as one dives little by little into the immensity of a sea of ​​unspoken truth to better touch the bottom.

This book, once again, can be read by all, and if I dare to say should be read by all. A controlled and hypnotic tragic story in which we dive as we drown. Secrets, lies, and truths mingle with seawater, giving salt to a story in which we float until we drink the final cup.

"We are the Sinclairs

With us, no one is dependent.

No one is wrong."