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Friday, June 22, 2012

The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown

As an English minor and a lover of Shakespeare, I should have immediately warmed to this book. Alas, that was not the case.  It seemed to begin with like another story of women born into the same family but never able to get along or realize the importance of each.  Fortunately the story changed.  While I could have done without most of the literary references which held the book to its title, I ended up enjoying the book. The characters are both modern and classical.  Each of us with more than one sibling might be able to recognize a character, a sister even in the confines of Ms. Brown’s book.

Rose, first born, becomes the fixer. She controls everything except the one thing she wanted—to be her own person, an only child who mattered before and after others.  She was afraid to venture out, try new things and let herself enjoy life. I am the first born. This was never a problem for me. Opposite of the character Rose, I always did what I wanted, much more Cordy than Rose.  I believed that I could do anything, be anybody.  Staying home did not even cross my mind.  My second sister is much more like Rose. She lives nearby my mother, takes care of everything and is the one who is responsible.  My sister next to me moved away but continues to care about what goes on.  I don’t think any of us were like Bean except that we moved and tried to make a go if it.  Impressing others has never been nor probably ever will be a part of our DNA!

Bean is a strange one. She is bright, has much to offer but gets caught in the role of conspicuous consumer.  This does not fit the role I would have envisioned for any of the sisters in this family.  Her family had not been one that was caught up in the fads of society.  Her parents seem well grounded in community, happy together and happy with their family. Maybe my lack of understanding of the second child comes into play here. I was pleased that she did not lose her sense of justice in the end albeit the morality aspect took her a bit longer!

Cordy is the baby. Ironically she also seems the most grounded even though I think she spent very little time away from Barnwell grounded—at least not emotionally.  Like so many youngest children I know she spent her youth trying to find her place in the world. She states that the baby is the only thing that is truly hers, not handed down from one sister to another. I am sure my sisters loved the fact that there were five years between each of us so that hand-me downs typically went to cousins and not to the next sister.  Cordy is genuine, a bit on the wild side and the one person who is in touch with herself emotionally.

I enjoyed the parts of the book where each sister arrives at the realization that she has something to offer and something to live for. I love that Rose once she climbed those steps, never looked back.  She found herself.  I envision Cordy becoming not only a coffee shop worker but expanding into her own bake shop that supplies the baked goods that go with the coffee. I approve that Bean (Bianca) has found someone with whom she can enjoy life.  A man with a child is infinitely better than a man with a wife!  I think each sister has found her own happiness, not necessarily where they imagined, but found it nonetheless.

Do I think that author had to give their mother cancer in order to bring them together? No, but sickness has been known to bind families in ways normal situations cannot.  I like to think the mother recovers and goes on to live a long life, watching each of her daughters grow old.  The father offers such an example of love that I know they want to find that in their own lives and I believe they have/will.  My favorite part of the mother/father relationship is that they have never spent a night apart.  A friend of mine is going through a similar situation now. Her husband is her rock and I saw a bit of their relationship in this story.  They have three sons and one daughter but the ideas resonate.