Life has served up an exhausting series of plot
twists lately. But of course it is only a twist if the right (wrong?) person is
telling the story. Even after years of reading, unreliable narrators still catch
me by surprise. My most recent surprises ensue.
We Were Liars by E.
Lockhart
“Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain,” says narrator Cadence
about the cousin she sees once a year at her family’s summer enclave. In the course of describing those hallowed
summers on the Sinclair private island, Cadence reveals she is recovering from
a traumatic event from summer fifteen. As pieces begin fitting back together,
the reader realizes nothing is as it seems. And that description of Mirren?
More apt than she knew.
Language Arts by
Stephanie Kallos
Charles Marlow tells us the story of his future. When he was
in elementary school, a newspaper interviewed his (at the time) newfangled
Language Arts class about their thoughts on the future. When the newspaper
decides to do a follow-up feature, Marlow must confront his memories of that
life-changing year. Along the way, he introduces us to a cast of characters who
are more closely linked than they
first appear. Besides devising the clever plot twist of the books finale,
Kallos’ language also makes this book a worthy read: “Why not that swallow
singing or what callow rejoicing or that sorrow abating?”
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What sort of plot twists could life possibly have sent your way recently?
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