We Were Liars by E. Lockhart
In this contemporary YA novel, Cady Sinclair’s rich, privileged, severely emotionally repressed family spends every summer on a private island, where she and her cousins enjoy sun, sand, and each other’s friendship. Then Cady is injured mysteriously and can’t remember what happened. Two years later she returns to the island and tries to make sense of her family’s tragedy. I was very intrigued by the fairy tales Cady tells to make sense of her relatives and her place among them. As the cracks in the WASPy family’s façade start showing, I could barely put the book down. But ultimately I found the amnesia clichéd, and was a little disappointed by the revelation of the mystery–it was a bit too Sixth Sense for me. I liked the book, but not as much as Lockhart’s other two that I’ve read, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks and Dramarama.