Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Reads! Today I am sharing a few quotes from The Last Summer of The Garrett Girls by Jessica Spotswood. I have been working my way through all of the summer contemporaries lately. This one features a group of sisters, which I adore because I love books that have a family theme.
Book Beginnings is a book meme hosted by Rose City Reader where participants share quotes (the first sentence, or so) of the book, along with initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.
The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice, and the rules are quite simple: Grab a book, any book, and turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader. Find any non-spoilery sentence(s) and post.
THIS WEEK’S BOOK:Title: The Last Summer of the Garrett Girls
Author: Jessica Spotswood
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Publication Date: June 5, 2018
One summer will challenge everything the Garrett sisters thought they knew about themselves—and each other.
Kat lands the lead in the community theater’s summer play, but the drama spills offstage when her ex and his new girlfriend are cast too. Can she get revenge by staging a new romance of her own?
Bea and her boyfriend are heading off to college together in the fall, just like they planned when they started dating. But Bea isn’t sure she wants the same things as when she was thirteen…
Vi has a crush on the girl next door. It makes her happy and nervous, but Cece has a boyfriend…so it’s not like her feelings could ever be reciprocated, right?
As the oldest, Des shoulders a lot of responsibility for her family and their independent bookstore. Except it’s hard to dream big when she’s so busy taking care of everyone else.
I haven’t read much of this one yet, however I am really enjoying it so far. It has all of the right elements for an epic summer read. Drama, revenge, and lots of family dynamics. I can’t wait to find out how the summer plays out for the girls.
Des has a morning routine. Des likes her morning routine. Her sisters slamming doors and screaming is not part of that routine. Neither is the broken dishwasher, the bananas going bad because someone left them sitting in the sun, being out of sugar for her tea― she grimaces as she takes another scalding sip― or sleeping through her alarm.
Des’s own stomach ties itself in knots as Be a directs her to the field where two rows of cars and trucks- mostly trucks- are already parked. God, why did she agree to come? This is stupid. Why is she trying to be someone she’s not?