‘The Weird Sisters’ by Eleanor Brown

'The Weird Sisters' by Eleanor Brown

‘We came home because we were failures … we crafted careful excuses and alibis, and wrapped them around ourselves like a cloak to keep out the cold truth.’

The story opens as three sisters: Rosalind, Bianca and Cordelia – named after characters from Shakespeare’s infamous writings – head back to their childhood home, for three different reasons and with three very different internal issues to work out.

The book’s title – and three sister collective – derive their name from the witches, also known as the Weird Sisters, in Shakespeare’s tragedy ‘Macbeth’. The girls were named purposely after characters from Shakespeare by their father – a great lover of the Bard of Avon – and the novel is sprinkled with quotes from dear old Willy.

‘We wear our names heavily. And though we have tried to escape their influence, they have seeped into us, and we find ourselves living their patterns again and again.’

The story chronicles the changes taking place in each sister, along with how the sisters relate to each other.  The story is written in a quirky first-person plural omniscient narrative style … meaning the narrator seems to know everything that happens and everything that is coursing through the minds of each of the three sisters, thus the text is largely peppered with ‘we should have known’ and ‘we thought’ and ‘we feel’.  As a middle sister myself, I found myself most drawn to Bianca – the promiscuous {which I am not}, attention-seeking {which I, at times, am}, fashion-loving {yes, please} sister whom, in my opinion, changes the most throughout the course of the book  and she does so with style and flair.

‘I’m just like this speed bump in the middle, slowing everyone down because I keep fucking up.’

The novel deals with sisterhood and life in brutal honesty. The sisters are not lovely-dovey, always there for each other, sniveling snots – they are real {believe me, I am one of three and great chunks of this novel rang 300 percent truthful to little old me.} And as you go through the story you are privy to happy memories, sad memories and bursts of wisdom.

‘Forgetting wasn’t the same as being happy. Being drunk wasn’t the same as forgetting … we were at our most miserable when we’re doing it to ourselves.’

This tale was an honest assessment of sisterhood in a novel that only puttered out at the end as the author attempted to wrap up the tale too tightly in a pretty, perfect little bow -a direct contradiction to the characters’ earlier joint statement: ‘Sisters are supposed to be tight and connected, sharing family history and lore, laughing over misadventures. But we are not that way. We never have been, really, because even our partnering was more for spite than for love. Who are these sisters who act like this, who treat each other as best friends? … See, we love each other. We just don’t happen to like one another very much.’ Nonetheless, a novel worth your time – if you have sisters or not.

One thought on “‘The Weird Sisters’ by Eleanor Brown

  1. Hhmm, seems like this would be an interesting read, I have two sisters, I enjoyed your review on this book.*Funny, I saw this on the best (monthly) books list but have not read it, now adding to my future list to checkout. Thanks! 
    Madison of FASHION TALES

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