It made me feel good to see them all, even though I knew nothing had been solved. I thought of my mother’s Cassel Cake, her acknowledgment that no one dessert could possibly please all three of us. We were sisters. We knew one another best, and least. We would always want different cakes. We’d probably always fight about it.

  The important thing was, we were all here.

  God help me at the wedding.

  I had gotten my wish. And yet what I really wanted had been with me all along.

  The life I was supposed to live was right in front of me. Just waiting for me to appreciate it.

  “I’m ready,” I told Lucas.

  I took his hand, held on to him tight, and then we walked into our life, together.

  About the Author

  There are a lot of things I could say about my sister.

  If you said these things, we would be in a fight.

  And so it goes, the mystery of sisterhood.

  I didn’t set out to write a book about sisters. I started writing this book because I was interested in love.

  First love, to be specific, and its relationship to true love. Because it seemed to me that they weren’t the same thing, at least not for me or for most of the people I knew, and I wanted to explore the gap between the two. First love versus true love was what I thought in my head as I thought about this book.

  But almost at once, I was confronted by another kind of love, and it turned out I was even more interested in writing about that. That, of course, was family love.

  Ah, family. The love you’re stuck with. The love that defines you, constructs you for better or worse, and teaches you everything you know about how to be a person—which if you are lucky you will use as a base from which to grow, and if you are not, you will have to unlearn while acting crazy throughout your twenties. (Or so I’ve heard.)

  Altogether, these different kinds of love turned into the story of sisters lost and sisters found. It’s the story of a woman who finally figures out the truth about her family—and the difference between the love you’re born into and the love you choose.

  You can find me at www.megancrane.com. Or www.welcometothe5spot.blogspot.com. Or just e-mail me at [email protected] and tell me all the things you think about your own sister that you’d beat someone else up for suggesting. I promise I won’t tell!

  Thanks for reading,

  5 Names Your Sister Calls You When She Thinks You Can’t Hear Her

  (Or Worse, When She’s Certain You Can):

  1 Bossy. Hey, is it your fault she’s such a space cadet? What would she do if you weren’t around to handle everything? Oh right—nothing. Which is why you have to do everything in the first place.

  2 Snobby. It’s not that you’re actually snobby, which implies a sort of general condescension toward others. No, it’s that you specifically disapprove of her life choices, and you’re happy to let her know it, too.

  3 Crazy. Of course she thinks you’re crazy. She also thinks that loser is decent boyfriend material, and who is she kidding with those clothes? They’d be more appropriate for an oversexed teenage pop idol, not that she asked you. Luckily, you’re happy to share your opinion.

  4 Selfish. That’s true, you did exhibit absolutely no interest in the last three things she wanted you to do. Because those things were all about her, like everything else. And she has the gall to call you selfish? If she’s even aware that other people exist, you’d die of shock!

  5 Just Like Mom. As if. If anyone is Mom Junior, it’s her. From her judgmental stare to her complete inability to exit a bathroom in under twenty-five minutes no matter what the issue. The two of them are practically peas in a pod, and as far as you can tell, you were delivered by the milkman.

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  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  About the Author

  5 Names Your Sister Calls You When She Thinks You Can’t Hear Her

 


 

  Megan Crane, Names My Sisters Call Me

 


 

 
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