Look Inside Reading Guide. Reading Guide. Jun 14, Minutes Buy. Yet despite having jobs and men that they love, each knows that something is missing: the closeness that once sustained them. Carmen is a successful actress in New York, engaged to be married, but misses her friends.

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Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you to experience all the features of our site. Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. NOOK Book. Yet despite having jobs and men that they love, each knows that something is missing: the closeness that once sustained them. Carmen is a successful actress in New York, engaged to be married, but misses her friends.

Then Tibby reaches out to bridge the distance, sending the others plane tickets for a reunion that they all breathlessly await. And indeed, it will change their lives forever—but in ways that none of them could ever have expected. Look for special features inside. Join the Circle for author chats and more.

Ann Brashares is the 1 New York Times bestselling author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Second Summer of the Sisterhood, Girls in Pants, and Forever in Blue, which comprise an internationally bestselling, award-winning series that has inspired two major motion pictures.

Once, when she was thirteen, Carmen remembered turning to Tibby with her CosmoGirl magazine in one hand and her eye pencil in the other and declaring that she could never, ever get sick of doing makeovers. Well, it turned out she could.

Sitting in the makeup chair in early October in a trailer parked on the corner of Bleecker Street and the Bowery in the East Village of Manhattan, getting her hair blown out for the seven millionth time by a girl named Rita and the foundation sponged onto her face for the eight millionth time by a girl named Genevieve, Carmen knew it was just another mile on the hedonic treadmill.

You could get sick of anything. It was true. Her mother had made a doubting sound. And even when you were done with the makeup—temporarily, of course; you were never done with the makeup—there was still a whole lot of sitting around drinking lattes. That was the dirty secret of the entertainment industry: it was boring. She showed up at least briefly at a crime scene in almost every episode and sometimes got to appear as a witness on the stand.

It was rare that Carmen needed a prompt. She knew exactly which way to turn her eyes for each portion of the mascara application. Carmen studied her hair in the mirror. She squinted down the highlights. They were a little brassy, a little bright this time.

She would have liked to go darker, but the director wanted her light. Carmen jiggled her phone in her hand and thought of who to call. Since Tibby had moved to Australia with Brian almost two years before, Carmen had almost given up hope of reaching her in real time.

The sixteen-hour time difference was a constant impediment. In a couple of weeks. In a month. By next spring. Carmen often thought of hauling over there for a visit. You did nothing wrong. Just busy and unsettled here. I promise. I want to see you and Len and Bee more than anything else in the world. Bee was the best possible distraction from an hour in the makeup chair.

But Carmen hesitated to call her now. It had been awkward between them for the last few weeks, since Bee had effectively called Jones an asshole. But Carmen was allowed to say Jones was an asshole. She was the one marrying the asshole. The earphones were already stuck in her ears.

She was one of the few people she knew who answered the phone as she checked the caller ID, not after. Of course. Why would she think the Haiti benefit was about Haiti and not about the Shaws? Why would she think the gala was about the gala and not about the party before the gala? If not for Jones, she could have been one of the boobs who thought it was about Haiti and stayed for the whole thing. It was endlessly tricky being in the know. It was a state Carmen had achieved with a certain bravado, but she found it difficult to maintain.

Without Jones, she could easily slip out of the know, relapse into her natural eagerness, and probably never get hired for another part in her life. Otherwise, you gotta pick a different business. Whether or not she liked it, she was perfectly good at playing the game when she chose to. Carmen felt vaguely dissatisfied as she ended the call.

He did. Every month he put five percent of his earnings into a charitable fund. Carmen nodded distractedly. Sometimes it was hard to know what you could fault him for. Everybody in this business was looking for another contact.

If she was lucky, then she was extra lucky. Then what was she? Lena put her feet up on her desk. The pink polish her sister, Effie, had applied to her toenails during her last visit had long since started to chip.

Lena balanced a sketchbook on her knees and began to flip through it. This one, for instance, was an old one. As long ago as it was, Lena vividly remembered the joyful chaos of pencil lines that had gone into sketching those shavings. There was a drawing of Bridget at sixteen, knees up on the couch, watching TV with a tipping sombrero on her head. There was a half-finished sketch of grumpy morning Effie at fifteen, too grumpy to let Lena finish it.

How could you throw this away? The later sketchbooks would be easier, Lena decided. They were mostly just feet and dated from about two years earlier, when Lena had mostly petered out on drawing. Instead, these last couple of years she had been putting her energies into her paintings, which were composed, formal, and largely abstract. Why all the drawings of her feet? They were not her best feature, probably her worst. They were size nine and a half, ten in some shoes, and prone to sweating when she was excited or nervous.

The only advantages her feet had going for them as subjects was that they were attached to the bottoms of her legs and at enough distance that she could look at them from different angles. She imagined the far future if anybody ever cared enough to look back at her drawings.

This girl really had a thing for her feet, they would think. Maybe she would throw those last two sketchbooks away. The phone on her desk rang.

She plucked it from its cradle without moving her sketchbook. She hated getting busted for that. Were you sleeping? I just got a facial. I look scary. Lena held the phone between her shoulder and her ear and went back to flipping pages. The worst was Jones. He has terrible breath. Did re-encountering the Sisterhood in their late twenties change your perception of your favorite character?

Has your favorite character changed over the course of the series overall? What did you think about the relationship between Bridget and Brian in this novel? Did it surprise you? Were you happy to see Lena end up with Kostos?

Did you think she would end up with someone else? Why or why not? What is your favorite chapter-opening quote? Have you ever lost touch with a close friend?


Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)

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Sisterhood Everlasting : A Novel

She joins us to talk about her fifth installment in the series. The book was a huge bestseller. It was a hit at the movies. It came along just as American girls were standing up in test scores and college admissions and ambition —- and still asking the oldest questions about life and love and friends.


Sisterhood Everlasting review - Ann Brashares

This follow-up to the tween-hit Traveling Pants series checks in with the four friends a decade after we last saw them. What starts out as literary comfort food, however, abruptly takes a devastating turn when tragedy strikes. Sisterhood Everlasting review - Ann Brashares. Save FB Tweet ellipsis More. Image zoom. Sisterhood Everlasting.

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