The Kinsey sisters live in an unconventional world. Their parents are former flower-children who still don’t believe in rules. Their small, Northern California town is filled with free spirits and damaged souls seeking refuge from the real world. Without the anchor of authority, the three girls are adrift and have only each other to rely on. Rachel is wild. Asha is lost. Sarah, the good sister, is the glue that holds them together. But the forces of a mysterious fate have taken Sarah’s life in a sudden and puzzling accident, sending her already fractured family into a tailspin of grief and confusion. Asha has questions. Rachel has secrets. And Sarah, waking up in the afterlife, must piece together how she got there.
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Incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking
Is there any better way to close out one year and begin another than by crying hysterically over characters in a fictional book?
No. I can’t think of one.
The Good Sister has just set the mood for every other book I will read in 2016. I was pretty late to the party for this one, but I’m forever grateful I gave it a chance.
Sarah. Rachel. Asha.
3 sisters more alike than they’d probably care to admit.
2 of them consumed with guilt in very different ways, and the other hopelessly lost in a sea of grief.
Each of them there for each other in a way that only siblings can be.
An emotional roller coaster of a novel.
I loved the small town California setting. The little hippie village. The beach and the forest. I loved Sin and Krishna and the girls’ dad. I hated the mother.
I got caught up in the hauntingly lyrical writing and Sarah’s heartbreaking poems from the afterlife.
Oh, god, I cried. I wept and blubbered all over this beautiful paperback. These 2 young girls just lost a vital part of their life and now they’re attempting to live in a world without the glue to their sisterhood. Reminiscent of The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson, that’s how hard this book hit me. I never wanted it to end.
The adult part of me, the one that doesn’t consider coloring a productive past time, couldn’t get over the lack of parental supervision. Is this seriously how hippies are with their kids?! I wanted to knock some sense into their mother and protect Asha from the world.
Incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking, The Good Sister is a painful reality of losing a loved one.