An unhappy heiress spends summers on her unhappy family’s private island, but after an accident gives her amnesia, she can’t remember how everything finally fell apart and what she may have had to do with it.
I was a big fan of Lockhart’s The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks and We Were Liars showed the same deft hand with characterization. However, the author let the melodrama get the better of her by trying a bit too hard to capture the excesses of teenage emotion. There was something contrived about formatting some of her gushing as poetry, or the violent metaphors she used to explain her angst. The book needed a lightness, a youthfulness, so that it could be taken more seriously. Cady and Gat’s love story was powerful and poignant and didn’t need to be dressed up as much as it was.