Every story needs a hero.
Every story needs a villain.
Every story needs a secret.
Wink is the odd, mysterious neighbor girl, wild red hair and freckles. Poppy is the blond bully and the beautiful, manipulative high school queen bee. Midnight is the sweet, uncertain boy caught between them. Wink. Poppy. Midnight. Two girls. One boy. Three voices that burst onto the page in short, sharp, bewitching chapters, and spiral swiftly and inexorably toward something terrible or tricky or tremendous.
What really happened?
Someone is lying.
This book was weird as hell. It only took me an hour and a half to finish, but the entire thing was one big question mark in my head. The book sounds like a weirdly narrated, spooky love triangle mishmash. In reality? It’s just a mess. The writing is disjointed and unfocused, the characters feel two-dimensional at worst and more similar to puppets at best, and the entire mystery/suspense thing was handled so awkwardly, it’s amazing I finished this book at all.
I’ve seen a lot of reviewers draw comparisons to We Were Liars, and like E. Lockhart’s novel, the writing is the best part of the book. However, there is only so much that pretty prose can do when the rest of the book falls flat. If you like confusing your young adult mysteries with poetry from my high school’s writing club, then this book is for you. The cover may be gorgeous, but the inside just doesn’t live up to the hype.