Lena stretched her large feet out in front of her. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I asked myself, if I could erase this whole summer, would I?"
"And what did you say?" Bee asked.
"Until yesterday night, I would have said yes, please, put me back how I was."
Bridget nodded. "And now?"
"And now, I think, maybe not. Maybe I"ll stay here."
Lena started crying again. She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?
She leaned into Bee, allowing Bee to support her weight. What a strange reversal it was to collapse and let Bee catch her.
But then, she hadn"t just learned to love this summer-she had also learned how to need.
Let the golden age begin.
-Beck
Bee called Tibby and Carmen from Lena"s, and they appeared there moments later, Carmen wearing her shirt inside out and her mother"s slippers, Tibby with her feet bare. They screamed with joy when they saw each other.
Now, hours later, the sun was slanting sunset pink through the window and they still had not left the room. They had talked long and hard, all four of them lying on Lena"s bed. Carmen knew that none of them wanted to break this mood, this spell. But they were also getting hungry.
Tibby and Lena finally set out on an expedition to forage in the kitchen and bring supplies back upstairs. But less than thirty seconds later the two of them burst back into the room.
"We heard people in the kitchen," Tibby explained with wide, excited eyes.
"Come down and see," Lena said. "But be quiet."
On account of their footwear, Carmen noticed, they were good at being quiet. Tibby stopped at the side of the kitchen door, and they all cl.u.s.tered behind her.
Carmen let out her breath when she saw the three mothers sitting at the round table. Their heads were bent, low and confidential. Christina appeared to be telling a funny story, because both Ari and Alice were laughing. Ari"s hands covered her eyes in a gesture just like Lena made when the laughter was getting out of control.
Carmen also noticed the two wine bottles on the table, one empty and one half-full.
There were so many things to feel, looking at them, Carmen couldn"t sort the powerfully sad from the joyful-nor did they really seem distinct. There was the comfort and familiarity of these women"s poses together that brought back a rush of childhood. There was the fourth chair at the table, empty, where Marly should have been, where perhaps Greta now belonged.
Carmen looked around and saw the same rushing emotions in her friends" faces. They were each feeling the same things and probably different ones too.
Without speaking they followed Tibby out the front door to the empty lot next to the house. Carmen felt herself smiling. The sight of their mothers as friends struck her as a case of something you hoped for mightily but wouldn"t allow yourself to admit you wanted.
The four of them lay on the gra.s.s until the sun finished and the stars began. Carmen wondered at the power of silence to create a stronger bond, even, than thousands and thousands of words.
That night the mood at Gilda"s was both sweet and dark. They held hands and improvised a seance for their dead: Marly, Bailey, Bapi. Tibby threw in Brian"s dad and Lena added Kostos, too. He was somebody she needed to mourn. Bee wanted to remember her grandfather. Tibby also thought about Mimi, though she didn"t say so out loud.
After the dead, they honored love. They opened a bottle of champagne that Tibby had stolen from her parents" bas.e.m.e.nt stash. Carmen wanted to drink to romantic love, but that got tricky right away. Lena wanted to include Brian, but Tibby refused. Carmen wanted to include Paul, but Lena refused. So they widened it to general love and the number got bigger: Greta, Brian, Paul, Valia, Effie, Krista, Billy. Carmen felt virtuous adding David to the list.
Then they wanted to toast their mothers, too. Bee"s eyes filled during that part. She asked if Marly could be in two categories, and they all agreed. Then she asked if Greta could be in two categories too, and they all agreed again.
For this last part, Tibby brought out a surprise. Carefully she unwrapped the photograph Ari had sent to her mother and placed it on the Traveling Pants in the middle of their circle. They all leaned and squinted to get a good look.
Four young women sat on a brick wall. They all had their arms around each other"s shoulders and waists. They all overlapped their ankles, like they might burst into a cancan. They were laughing. One of them had beautiful blond hair. One had dark wavy hair and dark eyes-her smile was the widest. One had freckles and flyaway hair. The fourth had straight black hair and cla.s.sic features. It was a picture of friendship, but it wasn"t the Sisterhood. It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.
The Second Summer of the Sisterhood
Ann Brashares A READERS GUIDE.
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION.
The novel opens with a first-person narrative by Lena. Why do you think the author selected this character to frame the story? If you could change it, would you select another character, and if so, what would he or she say?
Self-destructive and hurting, Bridget impulsively decides to journey to Alabama and conceal her ident.i.ty from her estranged grandmother. "She didn"t look like Bee Vreeland. Who said she had to be her?" (this page). Have you ever wished you could be someone else? How does posing as Gilda help Bridget learn to be comfortable in her own skin?
Each of the girls is embarra.s.sed by her mother (or mother figure)-Carmen by Christina"s new romance, Lena by Ari"s Greekness, Tibby by Alice"s Mozart-playing cell phone and diaper-wipe-trailing shoes, and Bridget by Greta"s life, "so small, and so simple, and so completely unremarkable" (this page). In turn, each girl does something to embarra.s.s her mother, with behavior that is often cruel. How could the girls have handled their situations differently? By humiliating their mothers, what do the girls of the Sisterhood learn about themselves?
Tibby gets caught up in trying to appear cool and sophisticated in front of Alex and Maura. "She wondered. Had she not brought Brian because she was worried about how he would seem to Alex and Maura? Or was it because she worried about how she, Tibby, would seem to Brian?" (this page). Do people judge you by the company you keep? Sometimes people rebuff the ones they love ... why do you think Tibby pushes Brian away? If you were Brian, would you give up on Tibby? Why or why not?
In The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Tibby"s friend Bailey is the only one outside the Sisterhood who wears the Pants. In The Second Summer of the Sisterhood, Christina has that role. Carmen notes (this page), "The sick thing was, Christina looked beautiful in the Pants, slender and young. They fit Christina. They loved her and believed in her just as they"d loved Carmen last summer, when Carmen had been worthy of them. This summer they eluded Carmen. Instead, they chose her mother." And on Bridget"s fifth day in Alabama, the Traveling Pants arrive-and they don"t fit her anymore. What is the emotional impact of these incidents on Carmen and Bridget? Is there a larger issue at play?
Epigraphs (short quotations) from a variety of sources-song lyrics, remarks by real-life personalities, fict.i.tious sayings by the novel"s characters-are used to separate sections of the book. Which one is your favorite, and why?
Lena loves being in Carmen"s kitchen. "It felt safe and contained" (this page), and the food is comforting as well. Do you have a favorite place that makes you feel protected and secure? How do people make a place special?
Does Bridget find what she"s looking for in Alabama? How does spending time with Greta teach her about Marly? How is Bridget changed by this experience?
Ari tells Lena intimate details of her love affair. Do you think Lena is prepared for such information? Is it better for parents to shield their children from some of their own experiences-or do you think sharing them can help prevent heartache? The narrator writes, "Lena was starting to need to go back to being the daughter again." Have you ever been the recipient of knowledge that you didn"t feel equipped to handle?
Which of the girls would you most like to be? Which girl would make the best friend for you? Which mother-Christina, Ari, Alice, or Greta-would you most like to have?
Is Kostos a man of honor or a coward? How do you view his behavior? Lena broke up with Kostos-is she justified in thinking, "But that didn"t mean you were allowed to stop loving me" (this page)?
Carmen and Lena remain at home for most of the novel. Do you think the girls" friendship would be stronger if all four girls were together? Or do you believe Lena, who tells us in the prologue (this page), "We didn"t realize that we are bigger and stronger and longer than the time we spend together"?
At the end of the novel, the remaining original Septembers-Alice, Ari, and Christina-are reunited. What does this teach the girls of the Sisterhood? Think about the women in your own life-mothers, grandmothers, aunts. Can you imagine their having a life before you?
In Her Own Words A CONVERSATION WITH.
Ann Brashares A CONVERSATION WITH ANN BRASHARES.
Q: The Second Summer of the Sisterhood debuted at #1 on the New York Times bestseller list and has become an international bestseller, and your first book, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, will be a major motion picture. What does that feel like?
A: I"m not sure, to tell you the truth. The act of writing feels small and intimate and deeply personal when you are doing it, and the notion of having success in writing feels big and distant and hard to encompa.s.s. Sometimes I have the slightly disorienting feeling that while the writing of books is something I do, the success of them is happening to somebody else.
I guess the thought of being successful makes me feel a little fraudulent-like some giant mistake seems to have happened here. All in all, though, as mistakes go, it feels like a really lucky and nice mistake.
Q: The mother-daughter bond is at the heart of this novel, which you dedicate to your own mother. What was your relationship with your mom like when you were sixteen? How has it changed over the years?
A: As a child, I saw my mom through eyes of total adoration. As a teenager, I grew judgmental. I was sharply aware of her quirks and her shortcomings-even really dumb ones, like how she carried hard-boiled eggs in her purse. It"s like I was practicing not needing her. Yet no matter how gross her purse was, I couldn"t help craving her attention and approval.
That same dynamic, the wavering between adoring and judging and needing, seems to perpetuate as time goes by, but the waves are no longer convulsive. They flatten out. There are storms every now and then, but mostly our relationship is close and quite peaceful.
Q: Can you describe a typical day in your life as a writer? Do you write better in the morning or at night? Do you ever have writer"s block?
A: There is, for better and worse, no typical day in my life as a writer. I seem to have two settings: off and on. When my switch is off, I can"t seem to make myself do anything. I procrastinate horribly and stew for days or weeks in my own self-loathing. This would fairly be called writer"s block, I guess, although I always try to pretend it"s extremely dire and original rather than an obvious and well-doc.u.mented phenomenon.
When my switch magically turns on, I write and write. I stay up late into the night, night after night, and I feel very happy. I feel so happy I get smug; I wonder why it took me so long to get going.
Sometimes I wish I could work several hours a day, every day, like a normal professional person. Someday maybe I will. Who knows? (I have always been an optimist.)
Q: This book has become a popular read for mother-daughter book clubs. When your daughter is old enough, what books or authors do you hope to share with her?
A: I already love reading with my daughter, and she"s only three. I also love telling her stories. She"ll say, "Can you read that one again?" And I say, "I made it up." And she says, "I mean, say it again."
I"m excited for when she"s old enough to read Frances Hodgson Burnett and Katherine Paterson and Karen Cushman and, of course, Judy Blume. I can"t wait for her to read Jane Austen and Charles d.i.c.kens and, eventually, Tolstoy. I hope she"ll want to be in a mother-daughter book group with me.
Q: Sharing the Pants is one way the girls express their love for each other. Have you ever borrowed a special piece of clothing from a friend or family member or vice versa? Is there an item of clothing that you would never let anyone borrow?
A: My most notable clothes-sharing story would have to be my wedding dress. It came to me sort of mysteriously through a young woman named Hope. I subsequently shared it with both of my sisters-in-law and my closest friend from elementary school. If you saw the five of us standing in a row, you would have trouble believing that one dress was worn by all of us, but it is true.
There is almost no article of clothing I wouldn"t lend, but there are a few I"d hate to lose. There is the dress I wore to the hospital to have my children. It"s a good-luck dress, but truthfully, it doesn"t look so good at this point-I"m not sure anybody would want to borrow it.