Not sure how to describe this other than The Breakfast Club meets Pretty Little Liars. I’ve watched the first and seen enough of the latter to know the premise. In One of Us Is Lying, five classmates find themselves in detention. When one of them dies, the others are immediate suspects. Most have secrets and motive to have killed the student who post stories about fellow students, though true, often lead to dire consequences. The students forge an unlikely friendship to try to solve the mystery.
“Simon holds his cup up, grimacing. “This tastes like crap.” He drops the cup, and I roll my eyes at his attempt at drama. Even when he falls to the floor, I still think he’s messing around. But then the wheezing starts. Bronwyn’s on her feet first, then kneeling beside him. “Simon,” she says, shaking his shoulder. “Are you okay? What happened? Can you talk?” Her voice goes from concerned to panicky, and that’s enough to get me moving. But Nate’s faster, shoving past me and crouching next to Bronwyn. “A pen,” he says, his eyes scanning Simon’s brick-red face. “You have a pen?” Simon nods wildly, his hand clawing at his throat. I grab the pen off my desk and try to hand it to Nate, thinking he’s about to do an emergency tracheotomy or something. Nate just stares at me like I have two heads. “An epinephrine pen,” he says, searching for Simon’s backpack. “He’s having an allergic reaction.”
The novel by Karen McManus was an enjoyable read. I enjoyed the “breakfast club” part much more than the “pretty little liars” part.