The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares

About the Book:

Carmen got the jeans at a thrift shop. They didn’t look all that great: they were worn, dirty, and speckled with bleach. On the night before she and her friends part for the summer, Carmen decides to toss them. But Tibby says they’re great. She'd love to have them. Lena and Bridget also think they’re fabulous. Lena decides that they should all try them on. Whoever they fit best will get them. Nobody knows why, but the pants fit everyone perfectly. Even Carmen (who never thinks she looks good in anything) thinks she looks good in the pants. Over a few bags of cheese puffs, they decide to form a sisterhood and take the vow of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants . . . the next morning, they say good-bye. And then the journey of the pants — and the most memorable summer of their lives — begins.

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My Thoughts:

I liked this book, it was a very fun, easy & fast read. The story has nothing special really, and maybe a little bit juvenile for my taste, the target audience would probably be teenage girls. But nicely written. I'd seen the movie some years back and liked it as well, so decided to read the book. One of the fewer instances where I'd read the book after watching the movie. I don't remember the movie that well, so cant say which was better, so I'll settle for both being equally OK.

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Some Lines:

She wanted to pray, but then she felt guilty because she only ever seemed to pray when she needed something. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to alert God to her presence here: The Girl Who Only Prayed When She Needed Something. It might irritate Him. Maybe she should just hold out, and pray when it was just for the sake of praying so that maybe God would like her again. But God (sorry, God), who could ever remember to pray when things were just okeydokey? Good people, that was who. And she wasn’t one of them.

Guilt, like the cat she’d never had, wove around her legs and hopped up onto the bed to insinuate itself at close range. “Go away,” she said to the guilt. She imagined it brushing alongside her, swiping its tail against her cheek. Guilt wanted her most when she least wanted it. Cats always loved people who were allergic to them.