It is true I suffer migraines since my accident. I used to be pretty, but now I look sick. I used to be blond, but now my hair is black. The Summary: My full name is Cadence Sinclair Eastman. Such as a helicopter blown by the wind tossed by the torrential rain in the wilds of Alaska felt by a little Eskimo girl during the first whispers of a glacial spring with the scent of violets and hints of lavender in the fields of Grasse. Has the tendency to use overwrought, run on metaphors. This is a coming of age, and nothing more. Hell, they're nowhere near Dead Poets Society kind of interesting. The aforementioned 'Liars' don't do anything in this book, they're not witty, they're not cute, they don't give off the sense of closeness and kinship that you get from growing up with someone their entire life. The 'Liars' are more 'Talkers,' and they have almost no relevant role in the book because this book is about a pretentious girl with nothing but #whitegirlproblems and #richpeopleproblems. The entire book is about a poor-little-rich-girl living with a poor-little-rich-family with the kind of ending that makes you go 'WHAT THE ACTUAL KIND OF M.

It is full of odd sentence structures and purple prose. Then you should probably avoid this book. If that's the kind of thing that bothers you. The sentences are sometimes written fully, and oftentimes It's just that the writing style sometimes get on my nerves. It was a better coming of age than Catcher in the Rye, but I also thought Twilight was a better coming-of-age than Catcher in the Rye (fuck you, Holden Caulfield). Once upon a time there were three brothers. Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Once upon a time there were three soldiers, tramping together down the roads after the war. Once upon a time there were three billy goats who lived near a bridge. Once upon a time there were three bears who lived in a wee house in the woods.

We were liars prequel