I’ve been craving a book like this. A page-turner.
“Sister” by Rosamund Lupton is the story of a young woman, Beatrice (“Bee”), who returns to her native England from her life in New York City when her younger sister, Tess, goes missing. The police rule Tess’ death a suicide, but Beatrice knows better. She knows her sister well enough to know she would never end her own life, even in the most difficult of circumstances. As Beatrice begins her own investigation, her personal and professional life begins to crumble.
The most intriguing part of this best-seller is the way it’s written. Beatrice is writing a letter to Tess, who we already know is dead when the book begins. In her letter, Beatrice recaps her journey in finding out who killed Tess, as if Tess would someday read the account.
In true murder mystery fashion, Lupton creates several possible suspects along the way and you are left to weed them out. When I was a teen ALL I read were mysteries and slasher thriller books. I wanted something that got my heart pumping and nothing else would do. (Christopher Pike, anyone?) I’ve seriously expanded my horizons since then, but this book made me reminiscent of my old literary self. I think I finished this book in four days, and if I didn’t have to go to work I probably would have finished it in two.
I don’t have a sister myself, and I’ve always been a little jealous of girls who had one. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother (as evidenced by this post) but girls with a sister always had a unique bond – whether they were fighting or not. No matter the age gap, it was like a small part of them was the same person. In this novel, the author runs with that concept, proving that bond is never broken, even when one sister is no longer living.