Cady hasn't been back to the Sinclair family compound--hasn't seen her aunts, her cousins, her grandfather, the family's summer houses--since Summer Fifteen. Now, in Summer Seventeen, she's finally well enough to go back, and maybe piece together the missing parts of her memory. Bits of memory emerge--a summer romance, bickering aunts--and then nothing until after the accident that took the memories with it. 
 Mysterious and convoluted in all the best ways, psychological suspense and curiosity and romance and and and. We Were Liars, indeed. Right up to the last page, truth and lies and more truth. 
 This feels like it was written long ago--the small isolated island does a lot for that--and references to cell phones and email feel anachronistic, but they never pull the reader fully out of the book. 
 Thanks, Netgalley. This one was fantastic.