I went into this book blindly, not really knowing what it was about and honestly, I wasn't even sure of the genre. I began reading this book knowing: The author, E. Lockhart. I have read all of her works except The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. 
 Which is ridiculous of me because that book won a heap of awards and was nominated for even more. That aside, I have always enjoyed the her books, so I believed this would be no different. 
 While I believe We Were Liars is a book best read blindly, without significant knowledge of it, I do have to mention that it was so different and out of my element that I was thrown off course. In the beginning, I was under the impression it was a regular, YA contemporary/romance. A great beach read. Then, the darkness seeped in through the pages, a wave burst forth sweeping me to the bottom of the sea, an unseen, powerful metaphorical undertow stealing my breath and body away. Then, it was a mystery. It led from one thing to another, the lines between reality and fiction blurred, confusing and intriguing me at the same time. 
 I started out by reading this book 
 and was confused 
 by the intermittent sentences, 
 looking like this. 
 Every so often. 
 How was I supposed to read, 
 this new style aloud? 
 Did it mean something, 
 have a purpose? 
 Maybe a decoder ring 
 was needed 
 to truly understand. 
 My husband and I were both confused, and eventually my husband pardoned himself from the story as it was too strange from him. (In his defense, he really only reads stuff I write, nonfiction or Star Wars.) 
 I read forth and conquered the beginning slump. 
 As I said, I wasn't sure what was going to happen, with all this strangeness, the genre hodge podge mixing together as I was unsure of where this was going. 
 I did not expect the end, and it hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the feels. I ugly cried for ten minutes, after I went through a few minutes of disbelief. 
 We Were Liars has its bumps. The characters never captivated me, especially not compared to other books by this author, but they were still believeable. Mostly. Sometimes. The beginning is slow and misleads you. Nothing is as it seems. But in the end, I still believe it was a worthwhile read, and it has earned its place among my collection of E. Lockhart's books. I recommend you give the book a try, but don't blame you if it isn't your cup of tea because I was thrown back and forth between 2 star and 4 stars, unsure if this book was too much or just the right amount of beautiful disaster. 
 I decided this book was 3.5 stars (hence the 4 star rating) but this is subject to change upon further contemplation as I only finished it a few hours ago.