but subtract the carefree fun of this:
and that’s what you get when you read this:
Karen M. McManus’s One of Us Is Lying is classic whodunit with a modern twist. It centers around 5 teenagers who are sent to detention, only to have one of them murdered while they are there. Just like 1985’s The Breakfast Club, we have an eclectic group of students: the athlete, the brains, the criminal, the social outcast, and the beauty. All are stereotypical on the surface, but each one becomes much more complex as the story unfolds.
Told via alternate perspectives from the 4 remaining suspects, the reader is propelled into their separate–and now intertwined–worlds where there is plenty of speculation on all accounts about who committed the crime.
Full disclosure: I did have it figured out from the beginning. I didn’t want to call it, but I am the same person who leaned into my husband about 1/2 way through The Sixth Sense and told him that dude was dead. He has never forgiven me. What can I say: I see dead people.
My sleuthy Sherlockian skills aside, I thought that if I ended up being right about the killer, the story would end up feeling like it fell short. But I was wrong about that. McManus does a great job building doubt for several characters throughout the story, so I did start to question my theory a few times.
Overall, this is a fun read, and I recommend it. Since I don’t read as much YA anymore, I enjoyed stepping back into it, if only for a little while.
Also, I think John Hughes would have been proud. Here: enjoy this for a minute.