Continuing my unintentional trend of books about rich people in vacation homes: We Were Liars a story about a Kennedy-esq family, the Sinclairs, as told by the unreliable narrator Cadence (Cady) Sinclair Easton.
“I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools.”
Two summers ago Cady, then fifteen, suffered some sort of accident that has left her suffering from amnesia and migraines. Prior to the accident Cady and her cousins shared happy summers at their family’s private island. Cady, the oldest grandchild in the Sinclair dynasty, is particularly close with her cousins Mirren and Johnny as well as Johnny’s Indian step-cousin Gat. They call themselves the Liars. The summer of the accident Cady and Gat begin a forbidden romantic relationship but after the accident he ignores her. The following year she is sent to Europe with her estranged father and is ignored by all three Liars much to her dismay.
Now seventeen years old Cady is allowed to return to her beloved familial island; her grandmother has passed away leading her grandfather, who is rapidly losing him mental faculties, to remodel their home. Cady’s mother and two aunts spend the summer arguing over inheritances but Cady, who as the eldest grandchild stands to inherit the bulk of the estate, seems hellbent on giving away all her possessions.
“We are Sinclairs. Beautiful. Privileged. Damaged. Liar. We live, least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know.”
Despite an over protective mother Cady is able to reconnect with the Liars who apologize about ignoring her emails from the previous summers. Cady and Gat also rekindle their relationship. The more time Cady spends on the island the more she begins to remember about the accident. I will say, I didn’t see the twist coming until the twist happened and then it seemed so obvious and maybe a little lazy. Overall it was a fun read while I got my pedicure today.