We Were Liars by E. Lockhart | Review


We Were Liars by E. Lockhart
Genre: YA. Contemporary, Mystery
Pages: 225
Format: Hardcover
Source: Goodreads 

“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 National Book Award finalist and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.
Read it. And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.”

Rating: starstarstar

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Self-inflicted reading slumps

a readers worst nightmare.

not being able to pick up a book and read because you just can’t, you just can’t read.

This is actually a living hell for avid readers like myself. Usually.
The fact is that, right now, I just found out another form of reading slumps: the self-inflicted ones. This happens when you want to read, you can read, but you don’t want to suffer with the book because you’re so close to the end that you can’t see yourself finishing it.
And this is exactly where I am.
I found a book that I thought would be perfect, a true exemplification of my life and my love in words. I found two characters that made me fall deeply in love with their story. And now I can’t let them go. I have literally 12 pages left on the book but I just CAN’T.
Somebody help me!

July 2010

No hurries. That’s how I want things to work this time. A hug with our noses,  a subtle encounter of lips, rubbing them, feeling them, and then a passionate kiss. Like a real first one should be. After that, he holds me in his arms, and we talk for hours, enjoying every second of this moment that’s only for us.

We are just kids. 15 and 16 years old. Full of everything, of dreams and hopes and feelings. This little world we created seems too good to be true. And that’s why we can’t rush it. We are friends, but friends that exchange soft pecks once in a while, that fall asleep on the phone and that text each other first thing in the morning.

He is constantly asking me “What are we?”. “Don’t worry about that now”, I said while his mouth was trying to take the words away from me, “Live for this moment, don’t rush it and don’t overthink it. Enjoy your life the way you deserve it. And if it’s time, choose me to be the one that makes you happy. Kiss me, feel me, every inch of me, and whisper the words that are only right when they come out of your mouth. But don’t rush it. Do it like we’ve just met one month ago, not like we’ve fallen in love 2 years ago. A new relationship, without prejudice, without pressure, without jealousy. Only love, and time, and commitment. And smiles, loads of those!”.

This is what feels right right now. And you know what? I’m happy. BLISSFULLY HAPPY!

I love you P. Always will.


Hello there.

In order to all of you starting to understand the “why” and “how” of the beginning of this new blogging life I’m leading, there are a few things I have to tell you.

1st. I’m a Portuguese/British girl, with a soul way more British than Portuguese (and the humor).

2nd. I’m an exaggeration of life. Everything I do, I overdo it. I read a 400 pages book in less than 7 hours because once I start, I can’t stop. If I go out at night I don’t come back until it’s morning again. If I drink, I drink until the world starts revolving through my eyes. On the other side, if I’m tired, I don’t get out of bed for 3 straight days. If I’m sad, I can cry for more than 2 hours straight. And if I feel something, I feel it with all of me, the same way that if I don’t feel anything, not a single inch of me will pretend to feel it.

3rd. I love reading. And I like writing. I like to think that I’m good at it too, and that’s one of the main reasons I’m here. This is what I want to do, forever. Just read and write about any and everything. But I can’t, and that leads me to the 4th  topic…

4th. I dread my future. I’m studying engineering and I honestly don’t think there is anything else in my life that I would ever hate more. And now you’re asking yourselves “If you hate it that much, why don’t you stop?”. Simple. I have a really big problem in wanting to make everyone happy, apart from me.

5th. I lived in Madrid 6 months last year and it was the best half-year of my life. You think you won’t need to know this, well you’ll figure out it will be pretty handy when you embark on this journey with me.

6th. The title. I almost forgot about the title! Well you’ll see how my life is full of hard choices and how constantly I tend to make the wrong ones. Maybe this is another reason why I’m here, hoping to find some help.

Finally, and if you made it this far, I hope you enjoy looking through my life. I hope you also share your experiences with me.

Thank you for being here. In this beautiful, bold and sad world.