Rachel Ferguson's novel opens with these brilliant first lines:
"How I loathe that kind of novel which is about a lot of sisters. It is usually called They Were Seven, or Three – Not Out, and one spends one’s entire time trying to sort them all, and muttering, ‘Was it Isobel who drank, or Gertie? And which was it who ran away with the gigolo, Amy or Pauline? And which of their separated husbands was Lionel, Isobel’s or Amy’s?
Katrine and I often grin over that sort of book, and choose which sister we’d be, and Katrine always tries to bag the drink one."
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