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We Were Liars

E. Lockhart

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Beschreibung

A New York Times Bestseller

One of James Patterson's "Favorite Thrillers for the Beach" (New York Times)

"Haunting, sophisticated . . . a novel so twisty and well-told that it will appeal to older readers as well as to adolescents." -Wall Street Journal

"A rich, stunning summer mystery with a sharp twist that will leave you dying to talk about the book with a pal or ten." -Parade.com

"Thrilling, beautiful, and blisteringly smart, We Were Liars is utterly unforgettable." -John Green, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Fault in Our Stars

"You're going to want to remember the title. Liars details the summers of a girl who harbors a dark secret, and delivers a satisfying, but shocking twist ending." -Breia Brissey, Entertainment Weekly

A beautiful and distinguished family.
A private island.
A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy.
A group of four friends-the Liars-whose friendship turns destructive.
A revolution. An accident. A secret.
Lies upon lies.
True love.
The truth.

We Were Liars is a modern, sophisticated suspense novel from New York Times bestselling author, National Book Award finalist, and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.
Read it.
And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.

"An ambitious novel with an engaging voice, a clever plot and some terrific writing." -New York Times Book Review

"No one should be talking about the shocking twist ending. What we can talk about is...[Lockhart's] razor-sharp portrayal of a family for whom keeping up appearances is paramount and, ultimately, tragic." -The Chicago Tribune

"You're going to want to remember the title. Liars details the summers of a girl who harbors a dark secret, and delivers a satisfying, but shocking twist ending." -Breia Brissey, Entertainment Weekly

"Thrilling, beautiful, and blisteringly smart, We Were Liars is utterly unforgettable." - John Green, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Fault in Our Stars

"This mindblowing YA thriller from E. Lockhart will make you glad you're the 99 percent...And that's about all we can tell you when it comes to the story of 'We Were Liars,' the book by E. Lockhart that everyone will be reading, and re-reading, this summer. It's twisty, it's mysterious, and it's got a surprise ending that'll knock your socks off."
-Kat Rosenfield, MTV News

"Surprising, thrilling, and beautifully executed in spare, precise, and lyrical prose, Lockhart spins a tragic family drama, the roots of which go back generations. And the ending? Shhhh. Not telling. (But it's a doozy)...This is poised to be big." -Booklist, starred review

"Lockhart has created a mystery with an ending most readers won't see coming, one so horrific it will prompt some to return immediately to page one to figure out how they missed it. At the center of it is a girl who learns the hardest way of all what family means, and what it means to lose the one that really mattered to you." -Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Riveting, brutal and beautifully told." -Kirkus, starred review

"The ending is a stunner that will haunt readers for a long time to come." -School Library Journal, starred review

"A taut psychological mystery marked by an air of uneasy disorientation...The ultimate reveal is shocking both for its tragedy and for the how-could-I-have-not-suspected-that? feeling it leaves us with. But we didn't, which is Lockhart's commendable triumph." -The Horn Book, starred review

"This is a love story as much as it is a psychological mystery...Astonishing." -Shelf Awareness, starred review

"[a] haunting, sophisticated mystery...a novel so twisty and well-told that it will appeal to older readers as well as to adolescents." -The Wall Street Journal

"Irresistible premise for this ticking time bomb of a novel." -The New York Times Book Review

"A Lockhart YA is always a treat and this is no exception...The glimpse we get into a life of privilege, a lifestyle most of us can only imagine, is insightful and thrilling. The ending will shock the mose jaded of readers, we promise!" -RT Book Reviews

"There's trouble in paradise at the opening of National Book Award finalist and Printz honoree E. Lockhart's shattering yet ultimately hopeful YA novel . . . and neither family nor reader will ever be the same." -Library Journal

"It's a nearly perfect story, and it's utterly absorbing." -Bustle.com, 2014's Best YA Books

"No book on this summer's reading list will have readers immobilized in their hammocks more than E. Lockhart's We Were Liars..... This book has that surprise quality--like Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity--that makes readers scramble back through hungrily devoured chapters and wonder in admiration: Could I have seen this coming? Did I miss any clues?" -Newsday

"Like a shard of glass, WE WERE LIARS glitters and shines, then cuts deep. E. Lockhart has truly outdone herself with this masterful, darkly mesmerizing portrait of a fractured family ruined by the excess of wealth. Humming with rich descriptions and razor-sharp intelligence, the story of Cadence Sinclair Eastman will both inspire and haunt readers for years to come." -Sarah Pitre, Forever Young Adult

"Perception often is not reality -- and it certainly is not in WE WERE LIARS. This is a look at what "a perfect world" looks like on the inside and how it unravels once one of the players sees it for what it is. Pitch perfect in both plotting and character development."
-Carol Fitzgerald, Book Reporter

"The must-read contemporary novel so far this year is definitely E. Lockhart's s

e. lockhart wrote the New York Times bestsellers We Were Liars and Genuine Fraud. Her other books include Fly on the Wall, Dramarama, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks, and the Ruby Oliver Quartet: The Boyfriend List, The Boy Book, The Treasure Map of Boys, and Real Live Boyfriends. Visit her online at emilylockhart.com, and follow @elockhart on Twitter.

Produktdetails

Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 320
Altersempfehlung 12 - 15 Jahr(e)
Erscheinungsdatum 29.05.2018
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-385-74127-9
Verlag Random House LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 20.8/13.9/2.7 cm
Gewicht 326 g
Verkaufsrang 466

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Am Ende waren es nur noch leere Blicke mit vollen Augen...
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Köln am 08.02.2021
Bewertet: Einband: Taschenbuch

Das Buch ist ein Meisterwerk. Viele verwirrende Aspekte und Informationen. Genau dann, wenn man denkt man hat es raus, ergibt sich eine andere Geschichte und man steht wieder mit leeren Händen. Super Geschichte und tragischer Plot twist. Direkt durchgelesen und mit weinenden Augen beendet.

von einer Kundin/einem Kunden am 18.01.2021
Bewertet: anderes Format

This book is a great read and you can easily finish it in one sitting. The writing style is a little bit strange but the plot of the story really saved this book for me. I would recommend it if you like unpredictable endings and atmospheric settings. It's also not just for teens.

Sehr spannendes Buch
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden am 02.11.2020
Bewertet: Einband: Taschenbuch

tolles Buch mit überraschendem Ende. Sehr spannend, habe es innerhalb kürzester Zeit gelesen. Keine klassische Liebesgeschichte/Geschichte über Freundschaft, aber auf jeden Fall wert es zu lesen. Englisch ist einfach zu lesen und die Geschichte gut nachzuvollziehen

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    Welcome to the beautiful Sinclair family.

    No one is a criminal.

    No one is an addict.

    No one is a failure.

    The Sinclairs are athletic, tall, and handsome. We are old-money Democrats. Our smiles are wide, our chins square, and our tennis serves aggressive.

    It doesn't matter if divorce shreds the muscles of our hearts so that they will hardly beat without a struggle. It doesn't matter if trust-fund money is running out; if credit card bills go unpaid on the kitchen counter. It doesn't matter if there's a cluster of pill bottles on the bedside table.

    It doesn't matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love.

    So much

    in love

    that equally desperate measures

    must be taken.

    We are Sinclairs.

    No one is needy.

    No one is wrong.

    We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts.

    Perhaps that is all you need to know.

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    My full name is Cadence Sinclair Eastman.

    I live in Burlington, Vermont, with Mummy and three dogs.

    I am nearly eighteen.

    I own a well-used library card and not much else, though it is true I live in a grand house full of expensive, useless objects.

    I used to be blond, but now my hair is black.

    I used to be strong, but now I am weak.

    I used to be pretty, but now I look sick.

    It is true I suffer migraines since my accident.

    It is true I do not suffer fools.

    I like a twist of meaning. You see? Suffer migraines. Do not suffer fools. The word means almost the same as it did in the previous sentence, but not quite.

    Suffer.

    You could say it means endure, but that's not exactly right.

    My story starts before the accident. June of the summer I was fifteen, my father ran off with some woman he loved more than us.

    Dad was a middling-successful professor of military history. Back then I adored him. He wore tweed jackets. He was gaunt. He drank milky tea. He was fond of board games and let me win, fond of boats and taught me to kayak, fond of bicycles, books, and art museums.

    He was never fond of dogs, and it was a sign of how much he loved my mother that he let our golden retrievers sleep on the sofas and walked them three miles every morning. He was never fond of my grandparents, either, and it was a sign of how much he loved both me and Mummy that he spent every summer in Windemere House on Beechwood Island, writing articles on wars fought long ago and putting on a smile for the relatives at every meal.

    That June, summer fifteen, Dad announced he was leaving and departed two days later. He told my mother he wasn't a Sinclair, and couldn't try to be one, any longer. He couldn't smile, couldn't lie, couldn't be part of that beautiful family in those beautiful houses.

    Couldn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't.

    He had hired moving vans already. He'd rented a house, too. My father put a last suitcase into the backseat of the Mercedes (he was leaving Mummy with only the Saab), and started the engine.

    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 to the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

    Mummy snapped. She said to get hold of myself.

    Be normal, now, she said. Right now, she said.

    Because you are. Because you can be.

    Don't cause a scene, she told me. Breathe and sit up.

    I did what she asked.

    She was all I had left.

    Mummy and I tilted our square chins high as Dad drove down the h