Hi Everyone,

First let me start by saying that I have the utmost respect for writers. Writing is a personal thing and not everything an author writes and shares with the public will be to someone’s liking. I’ve certainly found that out with some colorful reviews and feedback of my own writing. It’s hard to hear someone being less than thrilled with your work and that’s why it’s is hard for me to write a review that’s not exactly glowing about someone else’s. With that said, such is the case with Rosamund Lupton’s book Sister.

This is the story of Beatrice who’s younger and very pregnant sister Tess has disappeared. Beatrice leaves her job in New York and goes back home to London in search of her younger sibling. The story is told as if Beatrice herself is telling Tess her inner thoughts and sharing her perspective regarding the investigation and those involved. You get a picture of the family dynamics and the voracious tenacity of the elder sister as she seeks answers to the mystery of what happened to Tess.

I wanted to like this book. I really, really did. But, I didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, Rosamund Lupton is a phenomenal writer. She is a master of wicked prose and clever dialogue. I’m envious of her abilities as a writer. But this book left me flat. There were too many ‘ins’ and outs’ of the story that left my mind often adrift. By the time a was three quarters of the way through the book, I didn’t care what happened. And here’s the part that I found most disturbing, I simply did not like the main character Beatrice. She wasn’t someone I would particularly find appealing as a friend or even an acquaintance. Maybe I’d want her on my team if it were, say, in a survival situation, but not hanging out having a glass of wine. She was hard to relate to and for me that’s key. She didn’t make me want to go along the journey with her. I definitely wouldn’t want her for a sister.

That’s my take. You just might see it differently. Either way, happy reading!