E. Lockhart’s Favourite Passage from We Were Liars Transcript
“What is my favourite passage from we were liars? I can’t have a favourite passage of my own book! But readers ask me a lot about a passage very near the beginning of the book”…
Dad announced he was leaving and departed 2 days later. He told my mother he wasn’t a Sinclair and couldn’t try to be one any longer. He couldn’t smile, he couldn’t lie, couldn’t be part of that beautiful family in those beautiful houses. Couldn’t…Couldn’t…Wouldn’t.
He had hired moving vans already; he had rented a house too. My father put a last suitcase into the back of the Mercedes; he was leaving me with only the sob and started the engine. Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound and from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps to the porch.
My heart’s spassumed among the peonies like a trout. Mummy snapped. She said “Get a hold of myself… be normal now” she said.
“Right now…” she said
“Because you are, you can be, don’t cause a scene” she told me.
“Breathe and sit up”
I did what she asked. She was all I had left.