Happy Friday, readers!
Each week I share book excerpts with:
- Book Beginnings on Fridays hosted by Rose City Reader, where bloggers share the first sentence or more of a current book, as well as any first impressions or initial thoughts they might have.
- The Friday 56 hosted by Freda’s Voice, where you grab a book and turn to page 56 (or 56% of an ebook), find one or more interesting sentences, and post them.
This week my excerpts will be from A Sister In My House by Linda Olsson.
From the acclaimed author of Astrid & Veronika, a lyrical novel of two sisters bound together by a tragic moment from their past.
Maria and Emma have not seen each other since their mother’s funeral two years ago. But now, Emma has come to visit Maria at her house in Spain, an unsettling intrusion on Maria’s quiet and solitary life. Over six days in the seaside town, the sisters cautiously recount the years of their separate adult lives. Their walks through the quiet town and evening talks on the terrace reveal almost more than Maria can deal with, until finally, the sisters confront their unspeakable family history.
A Sister in My House is a compelling drama of grief and betrayal, but ultimately it is a story of hope and forgiveness.
I can’t explain why I did it. Often, it is as if a part of me has its own impulsive life beyond my control. I am astounded at the mess it causes. And occasionally at the good that comes of it regardless.
The Friday 56:
‘Do you really have no positive memories of mother?’
I said nothing.
‘Not even early ones? When you were little, Amanda and you?’
I stopped in my tracks and looked at her.
‘No, I’m telling you! I keep those memories away from me, because they are painful. Mostly, I remember absence. My hopeless longing for intimacy. For love. Or even a small measure of interest. But mother lived in a world where there was only room for her.
What are you reading this weekend? Feel free to join in with lines from your current read!