Four women have little in common other than where they live and the joyous complications of having sisters. Cindy waits for her own life to begin as she sees her sister going in and out of hospitals. Lise has made the boldest move of her life, even as her sister spends every day putting herself at risk to improve the lives of others. Diana is an ocean apart from her sister, but worries that her marriage is the relationship separated by the most distance. Sylvia has lost her twin sister to breast cancer, a disease that runs in the family, and fears that she will die without having ever really lived.
When Diana places an ad in the local newsletter, Cindy, Lise, and Sylvia show up thinking they are joining a book club, but what they discover is something far deeper and more profound than any of them ever imagined.
With wit, charm, and pathos, this mesmerizing tale of sisters, both born and built, enthralls on every page.
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Do you have any idea how good you look in those jeans? And how much I’d like to see you out of them? But, alas and alack, I promised Dean Jones I’d pop by for some of his wretched Sherry this evening. Rain check on those jeans?
Tony was in the same department as I, but he taught only dead authors, while I’d committed myself to live ones – hey, at least we both loved to read. Tony was also the kind of rangy, long-limbed, blond-and-blue-eyed man who could make tweed look trendy and he was my other big secret. Not that we’d get fired if people learned of our on-again/off-again affair – I mean, it wasn’t like he was a student, after all – but it would be frowned upon, particularly when each of us came up for peer review.
We’d been together for three years. At the end of the first year, he’d asked me to marry him. Not realizing how serious he was, I’d all but laughed in his face.
“Who gets married these days after just one year together?” I’d said. “And why? I’m not even ready to have kids yet.”
A year later, following a pregnancy scare of Sara’s, I thought I had the childbearing itch and asked him to marry me. It was his turn to laugh.
“You’re still not ready to have kids. You’re not ready to be married,” he’d said. “Don’t be ridiculous. Ask me again someday when you understand what it is you’re saying.”
I had a hunch that his “no” was a defensive reaction to my earlier “no,” but even I could see he was right: I wasn’t ready, neither for marriage nor kids.
Since then, we’d just continued on in our off-again/on-again way, neither of us ready for anything more, both content to remain what we were at least for the time being: a man and a woman who enjoyed each other’s company more than we did anyone else’s. Oh, and the sex was still good.
I wrote him back that he could have as many rain checks as he needed, provided he had some power over the universe and could make it warm enough to turn the oddly persistent snow into rain.
About The Author:
Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of over 25 books for adults, teens (including The Twin’s Daughter and Little Women and Me0, and children (The Sisters 8, a nine-book series she created with her husband and daughter). Before becoming an author, Lauren was an independent bookseller, freelance editor, Publishers Weekly reviewer, sort-of librarian and window washer. She lives with her family in Danbury, CT. Visit her at www.laurenbaratzlogsted.com or follow her @LaurenBaratzL on Twitter.