It *whispers* just wasn't that great and it doesn't deserve the hype. First of all, I think E. Lockhart should possibly seriously consider taking creative writing courses again because something definitely isn't right in that department, honestly. See, if I were to write a review like this book is written, it would go: 
 My thoughts were sliced by knives of confusion as I attempted to construct a review for the book We Were Liars, and as I bled my bemusement over the paper (keyboard?), doubt spasming against the typed letters like a pulsing heart, my head opened wide, the door to my mind unhinged 
 before 
 I 
 told 
 myself 
 to 
 get it together because it's just a stupid review. 
 Tired of the strange metaphors and spaced sentencing already? This was completely random. Was it supposed to be poetic 
 when 
 the 
 author 
 ended 
 a 
 chapter 
 random 
 like 
 this? 
 I don't know, but it didn't work. Also, before I give you a quote, let me just ask why they were called Liars? They didn't specifically lie. They lied in the same way everybody does. They're not particularly special. 
 Here, I will grace you with a sample: 
 "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." 
 No, but actually, what the hell? 
 Sure, if you get over the exaggerated metaphors and dumb as shit sentence spacing, it's decent, it hooks you, it might be *whispers* a three star worthy rating. But that ending buried this book six feet under. So ... I still don't get it. Like, they were all fake? She was imagining them? She's insane? Well, whatever. Just saying it doesn't deserve the hype. It doesn't make sense. It is, overall, a waste of time, unless you want to hear about... 
 "I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools. I like a twist of meaning. I endure." 
 Sure, Cady. Sure you do.