The Sisters Club Synopsis:
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.
Excerpt:
From:
Antony.DiCaprio@ctuniversity.edu
To:
Lise.Barrett@ctuniversity.edu
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.
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About the Author
Lauren grew up in Monroe, CT, where her father owned a drugstore at which her mother was the pharmacist. She is a graduate of the University of Connecticut at Storrs, where she majored in psychology. She also has what she calls her “half-Masters” in English from Western Connecticut State University (five courses down, another five to go…someday!).
Lauren wants you to know that, however you are pronouncing her last name, you are probably pronouncing it wrong
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