#19

The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown is book #19.  The hardest thing about reading this book {besides my total ignorance of Shakespeare,  was that one sister's name is Bean.  I have a dear friend named Bean.  {not really her real name, as you probably already figured out}  My Bean is not a thief, a liar, or a whore.  Hard to differentiate the name in my head as I was reading.  Interesting look at sibling relationships and family dynamics.  What makes us who we are?  No matter how old we get, we're still 10 when we are with our siblings & fall into the same roles...over and over and over.  I know this is true for me and my family!  The narrator of this story was the sisters.  Not individually, but the collective, we.  Interesting way to write it, and I enjoyed it.  The dynamic of the sisterhood telling their stories ~
I still haven't found that great summer, no-brainer read...but this was a good book ~ and it ended happily-ever-after...maybe!
Good Quotes:
p24 ~ But it is worth noting, especially now that 'weird' has evolved from its delicious original meaning of supernatural strangeness into something depressingly critical and pedestrian, as in, " 'Don't you think Rose's outfit looks weird?' Bean asked," that Shakespeare didn't really mean the sisters were weird at all.  The word he originally used was much closer to "wyrd," and that has an entirely different meaning.  "Wyrd" means fate.  And we might argue that we are not fated to do anything, that we have chosen everything in our lives, that there is no such thing as destiny.  And we would be lying.  {interesting how words can become so different from their original meaning...gay...awesome...weird}
p71 ~ This conversation, you will not be surprised to know, was the impetus for their breakup, given that it caused her to realize the emotion she had thought was her not liking him very much was, in fact, her not liking him at all.  Because despite hi money and his looks and all the good-on-paper attributes he possessed, he was not a reader, and, well, let's just say that is the sort of nonsense up with which we will not put.  {love the sentiment...love the word order...I had to read it a few times to have it make sense! but it so works}
p164 ~ {loved this alliterative description of blueberry pancakes}...their delicate bodies splitting against the wooden spoon, staining the batter with violent violet.
p202 ~  {GREAT METAPHOR}  Cordy ripped the dress off, stuffed it in the garbage can, mourned it bitterly for years afterward, lime on chapped lips.

fl: We came home because we were failures.  lp: Inside, the tree, surrounded with presents, the people we love.  Inside, our beds, our memories, our history, our fates, our destinies.  Inside, we three.  The Weird Sisters.  Hand in hand.