I’m sad to say, considering What I Saw and How I Lied won the National Book Award, I’m not terribly impressed. It was well-written, it gets four stars, but it wasn’t my cup of tea. Evie, the main character, wasn’t very likeable to me, so I didn’t have much empathy for the situations you put her in. The twists of the plot were pretty easy to guess, even chapters ahead of time–if that was a conscious choice, I didn’t like it very much, and if it wasn’t, then…well, the secrets weren’t hidden enough to be secrets for long.
Perhaps my opinion is colored by the fact that the becoming-a-woman-by-wearing-Mom’s-dresses-and-wearing-lipstick-and-kissing-older-boys theme going on is not one I particularly enjoy. Someone who likes 40’s and 50’s era fiction might think it’s the best book ever, and I’ll certainly recommend it if that desire comes up at the store–but it wasn’t the book for me.