Random Minis: We Were Liars

by E. Lockhart

Overview

The New York Times bestseller John Green called "thrilling, beautiful, and . . . utterly unforgettable" is at long last available in paperback! Includes bonus content!

42 Weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List!
Named a Best Book of the Year by NPR, Time, The Wall Street Journal, and The Boston Globe!

Don't miss the modern, sophisticated suspense thriller from National Book Award finalist and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart. And if anyone asks you how it ends, just lie.

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.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780593126097
Publisher:	Random House Children's Books
Publication date:	10/22/2019
Edition description:	Reprint
Pages:	504
Sales rank:	1,085,243
Product dimensions:	3.20(w) x 4.60(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range:	12 - 17 Years

About the Author

E. LOCKHART is the author of two New York Times bestselling novels: We Were Liars, also available in a deluxe edition, and the highly acclaimed Genuine Fraud. She also wrote the Ruby Oliver novels: The Boyfriend List, The Boy Book, The Treasure Map of Boys, and Real Live Boyfriends, as well as Fly on the Wall, Dramarama, and How to Be Bad (the last with Sarah Mlynowski and Lauren Myracle). Her novel The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks was a Michael L. Printz Award Honor Book, a finalist for the National Book Award, and winner of a Cybils Award for Best Young Adult Novel. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit E. Lockhart at emilylockhart.com and follow her on Twitter @elockhart.

Read an Excerpt

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.