We Fell Apart: A We Were Liars Novel

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“There are no rules masquerading as suggestions [just] obligations, big and small. There is no castle. There is no family institution, no beautiful Sinclairs with their tragedies and their private island and their secrets. The ocean here is a different ocean than at Hidden Beach.” But “something is rotten here.” Mother June sleeps all day and makes bread at night. Iconic artist Kingley Cello has no money even though most of his paintings sell for millions and he’s abandoned everyone for some reason June refuses to explain. Their son Meer is “a poorly socialized sweetheart with low executive functioning and a dream of raising poultry.” His friend and former child TV star Brock is focused on his recovery; he idolizes the Cello’s way of life but he’s unsure how to handle June and Kingsley’s absence so he tries to cheer everyone with steaks and bags of potato chips. And their friend Tatum is a “sullen, territorial taxi-van driver…a wounded orphan boy who has no plans or ambitions.” Dutiful and hardworking, closed-off and infuriating, he tries to take care of everyone else while he isolates himself from his old friends and soothes his anger in the sea. Enter Mathilda, a “girl who’s mourning her unattached mother and suffers waves of paranoia…I don’t know that I can articulate the pull of the invisible web that connects me to Beechwood Island; to the castle and its rooms of paintings, musical instruments, herbal remedies, and weavings; to the sad history of Tatum’s parents and their accident, to Kingsley’s dementia, his imprisonment; to my mother’s image escaping the underworld, to my own image on those canvases.” “This is my chance to disrupt the cycle of parental rejection, the tiny bit that I can…In that dank restroom covered with graffiti and with an empty plastic bottle of cheap hand soap balanced precariously on the small, stained sink, I rip the paper into a thousand pieces and flush it down the toilet.” Perhaps Hidden Beach isn’t rotten. Perhaps its inhabitants are trapped when all they’ve ever dreamed of is escape. E. Lockhart's We Fell Apart is a trilogy triumph.