When Shall We Three Meet Again?
by Charlotte Reads Classics
The Weird Sisters, Eleanor Brown
I read so many classics, and I’ve always endured a love affair with the writing of previous centuries. So many hours spent as a child labouring over high society and high language has left me feeling like easy reads are not worthy reads. But of course they must be, I fell quickly in step with the world of The Weird Sisters mostly because of its conversational tone. I felt like a confidant of the innermost secrets and histories of the characters.
It was one of those books where everyone complains about their family set up which, in short, sounds amazing. Being named after Shakespeare characters, hobnobbing with university professors, reading all day and long into the night…
Eleanor Brown must be incredibly well read and scholarly but she doesn’t show off about it, which was nice.
One idea that has really stuck with me since finishing The Weird Sisters is that a love of reading is like searching for the one book that you can adopt as yourself. We are all waiting to find the one story, the one collection of words that defines us, so we know we aren’t alone.