Random Minis: We Were Liars

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593126092 ISBN 13: 9780593126097

Publisher: Delacorte Press, 2019

The New York Times bestseller We Were Liars in a groundbreaking new mini format, perfect for on-the-go reading!

We are Sinclairs. We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know. Except that some of us are liars.

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.

NAMED A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR BY:
  ·  NPR
  ·  Time
  ·  The Wall Street Journal
  ·  The Boston Globe

"Thrilling, beautiful, and blisteringly smart, We Were Liars is utterly unforgettable." --#1 New York Times bestselling author JOHN GREEN

"Haunting, sophisticated . . . TWISTY AND WELL-TOLD." --The Wall Street Journal

"A satisfying, but SHOCKING twist ending." --Entertainment Weekly

"An AMBITIOUS novel with an engaging voice, a clever plot and some TERRIFIC writing." --The New York Times

Random Minis are super-light, cellphone-sized, unabridged books made to fit into a pocket or one hand without sacrificing readability. Other titles include All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven, Dear Martin by Nic Stone, Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika Sánchez, and Every Day by David Levithan.

About the Author:

E. Lockhart wrote the New York Times bestseller We Were Liars, which is also available in a deluxe edition. Her other books include Genuine Fraud, Fly on the Wall, Dramarama, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks, and the Ruby Oliver Quartet, which includes The Boyfriend List, The Boy Book, The Treasure Map of Boys, and Real Live Boyfriends.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

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.