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The Weird Sisters
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For me, the strength of this book was not so much the Shakespeare quotes (most of which I didn't know, most of which were rather esoteric), but the relationship between the Weird Sisters. Each sister is searching for something, rather in a vacuum, offering up mostly flash judgements and recriminations for the other sisters, fear-laced attention/inattention for their sick mother, and mostly bafflement towards their father.
In the end, what the sisters find is rather predictable and vaguely satisfying (to this reader), but that this story is told from the point of view of the RELATIONSHIP between them, a character in and of itself, is profoundly interesting (to me.) The (first person plural, I just learned!) voice of the relationship is wry, knowing, and watchful -a fun way to meet the characters, and subtle yet surprising way of getting closer.
In the end, what the sisters find is rather predictable and vaguely satisfying (to this reader), but that this story is told from the point of view of the RELATIONSHIP between them, a character in and of itself, is profoundly interesting (to me.) The (first person plural, I just learned!) voice of the relationship is wry, knowing, and watchful -a fun way to meet the characters, and subtle yet surprising way of getting closer.
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Quotes Phobean Liked
“She remembered one of her boyfriends asking, offhandedly, how many books she read in a year. "A few hundred," she said.
"How do you have the time?" he asked, gobsmacked.
She narrowed her eyes and considered the array of potential answers in front of her. Because I don't spend hours flipping through cable complaining there's nothing on? Because my entire Sunday is not eaten up with pre-game, in-game, and post-game talking heads? Because I do not spend every night drinking overpriced beer and engaging in dick-swinging contests with the other financirati? Because when I am waiting in line, at the gym, on the train, eating lunch, I am not complaining about the wait/staring into space/admiring myself in reflective surfaces? I am reading!
"I don't know," she said, shrugging.”
― The Weird Sisters
"How do you have the time?" he asked, gobsmacked.
She narrowed her eyes and considered the array of potential answers in front of her. Because I don't spend hours flipping through cable complaining there's nothing on? Because my entire Sunday is not eaten up with pre-game, in-game, and post-game talking heads? Because I do not spend every night drinking overpriced beer and engaging in dick-swinging contests with the other financirati? Because when I am waiting in line, at the gym, on the train, eating lunch, I am not complaining about the wait/staring into space/admiring myself in reflective surfaces? I am reading!
"I don't know," she said, shrugging.”
― The Weird Sisters
Reading Progress
January 10, 2012
– Shelved
Started Reading
February 1, 2012
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Finished Reading
December 2, 2023
– Shelved as:
adultlitfic
