Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Spanning the last fifty years, this family saga focuses on three generations of women, who grapple with sex and marriage, the elusiveness of success and the power of love to get them through tough times. Told chiefly from the alternating points of view of two sisters who come of age in the 1960's, the story takes us from Princess phones and prom dresses to the Vietnam War, women’s lib, the lure of Hollywood, 9/11 in Manhattan—and a family emergency like no other. Throughout the years the sisters often misread their own hearts or are mistreated by those they care about. When real crisis arises, they are challenged to summons their better angels. But can they?
That’s when Erin leaned over and tilted my head up. I looked into his dark blue eyes, for the first time up close, and I could feel my body quiver. He placed his lips on mine, lightly, making no attempt to pry my lips apart. “Mellie, Mellie,” he whispered, sounding more amused than amorous. (Only guys sure of themselves sound amused after they’ve kissed me. So I assume. He’s the first to do it this way.)
Don’t ask me how I knew what was up with him but I did. Without waiting for me to say anything, he scrambled out of the car, came round to open my door and walked me over to my car.
Once home, I went straight upstairs, not bothering to look in on Callie. Such a zombie my sister’s become, as if she were the one to have flunked the math exam. I slept fitfully, a flutter in the center of my body keeping me awake most of the night.READ MORE
Back to the public shaming at school, which, unthinkingly, I let myself in for. Should have been Callie to show up for the practice session and to pick up her own robe. As I said, though, she’s practically comatose. Ergo (as she would say if she deigned to speak), there I was out on the patio, hoping to scoot in and out before word of my disgrace got around. But it was not to be. News of my failing grade did seep out, sooner than I had anticipated.
Before I can retreat inside to the bathroom, Sherry takes my hand and gives me an elaborate hug, making a big show of sympathizing. Several of the other girls look on with pained faces painted on. As if they weren’t pleased as punch.
“We’re in shock, Mellie. It’s so not fair. He must have had it in for you, Dr. Faulkner,” Sherry laments, batting her mascara-caked cow eyes at me.
The only one of the lot who stands aloof is Doreen, puffing on a Camel and looking superior to the petty machinations on the patio where the senior girls congregate. Instead, she regards me coolly. I acknowledge her with a glance but say nothing. She flicks her cigarette butt into the nearby bushes before swiveling her hips back inside.
Timely on Amazon wrote:
The mark of an excellent writer is her ability to catch and hold on to the reader, taking them by the proverbial hand and leading them down one story path after another, each more intriguing than the next. Suddenly and oh-so-satisfyingly, you find yourself hooked. In Connections, I found myself in such a delicious predicament.
There is something in Connections that resonates with and for the 18,19 year old girl, through to the "mature" woman. If one hasn't lived it, one has seen it; there is a familiarity that makes the reader understand, and want to know how these lives work out. There is conflict, a bit of mystery, anxiety for outcome, and fun too.
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