One night my sister sends me a picture text of the book "The Weird Sisters" by Eleanor Brown. I have three sisters (no brothers) so although it was intended as a joke, I immediately added it to the mental list of books I want to read.
The Andreas family is one of readers. Their father, a renowned Shakespeare professor who speaks almost entirely in verse, has named his three daughters after famous Shakespearean women. When the sisters return to their childhood home, ostensibly to care for their ailing mother, but really to lick their wounds and bury their secrets, they are horrified to find the others there. See, we love each other. We just don't happen to like each other very much. But the sisters soon discover that everything they've been running from-one another, their small hometown, and themselves-might offer more than they ever expected.
I've never read a book where the narrator was a group of people speaking as one. Would you call that first person plural? The sisters as a whole are narrating the story, which took some getting used to.
The book had a slow start but as it picked up (and the sisters started to reveal their secrets to each other) I really got into it. I was much more interested in the drama between the sisters than in their ability to spit out Shakespeare references at the drop of a hat.
I thought this book would be a hilarious interpretation of sisterhood that I could easily compare to my own siblings but it turned out that there were not many similarities at all.
I felt the book had a pretty abrupt end. Some parts were drawn out and then you get to the end and it seemed like everything got summed up pretty quickly. I'd probably recommend this book but I wouldn't say it's one of my favorites.
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