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Blue Sisters

The three Blue sisters are exceptional - and exceptionally different. Avery, the eldest and a recovering heroin addict turned strait-laced lawyer, lives with her wife in London; Bonnie, a former boxer, works as a bouncer in Los Angeles following a devastating defeat; and Lucky, the youngest, models in Paris while trying to outrun her hard-partying ways. They also had a fourth sister, Nicky, whose unexpected death left Avery, Bonnie, and Lucky reeling. A year later, as they each navigate grief, addiction, and ambition, they find they must return to New York to stop the sale of the apartment they were raised in.

But coming home is never as easy as it seems. As the sisters reckon with the disappointments of their childhood and the loss of the only person who held them together, they realise the greatest secrets they've been keeping might not have been from each other, but from themselves.

Review:

This was an ok read, not enjoyable but not bad per se. Maybe it's just me but I couldn't connect to any of the sisters or their grief. Could be because we (the reader) hadn't been told much about the siblings relationships in the beginning (little bits are revealed as we continue reading along) as they're all in the middle of their self-destructive behaviour.

The parts I couldn't understand or like was Bonnie having a relationship with her trainer at the end. It wasn't the age gap that I minded, it was the fact that he had known her since she was a child and although they didn't get together until she was well into her late 20's, early 30's(???) it was still icky to me.

And the sister that died. She knew she had endometriosis and to save her life she had to have surgery to remove her womb but she was so set on having a child, (which by the way you can have any other way without having to grow one yourself), that she didn't consider anything else and just put up with her pain which led to her overdosing and dying.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

This book was not for me, some have obviously enjoyed it but I don't like self-destructive behaviour anyway and I get maybe that's because I've led a life that wasn't the same as theirs. But a good writer should've been able to get their grief across to me without making me feel annoyed and irritated with all of them.