We Were Liars was a beautifully and hauntingly written novel about the Sinclair's who always pretend that everything is perfect. I was so fascinated by this family and I especially loved the map and family tree at the beginning of the book. E. lockhart's writing is what really made this novel so hauntingly beautiful and screwed up at the same time. 
 As you can tell, you can't figure out anything from the synopsis.. But that style of writing is how it is throughout the whole novel. I was addicted. Hooked. Obsessed. I just needed to find out what the big secret was, and at 224 pages it wasn't hard to read it quickly but I managed to take my time with it because I loved the writing and quote like style. It gave me the shivers, and had me crying at some point, and laughing at others, and fantasizing about living on an island for the summer, with your cousins and prospective crush. It was just so perfect on the outside but once you dig for a little bit, the shell of perfection breaks and you get to see the Sinclairs for how they really are.. The opposite of perfect. Even though I had a few problems with the plot and characters, I forgot about it because of the writing. I felt like I forgave all the misgivings because of the writing. I wish more contemporary novels are written in this format. 
 The one thing I didn't understand or get is why the four teenagers called themselves The Liars. It was just a bit too random the way it was introduced. Also, I really liked all four teenagers and wish we spent more time with them. Their youth was enviable; the way they felt indestructible and fearless was admirable. The mystery doesn't overtake the whole novel, yea it is the main plot line and the suspense almost killed me, but I loved living the summers through their eyes. My summers when I was a teenager were spent in shalets in front of the beach, waking up and looking outside and seeing the coast. Being surrounded by all my cousins and having a blast. It made me reminisce those days.