Book Review: Cathy Kelly, Between Sisters

This was one of my £10 dash gifts from Hubby, and I finished it last night.
Lately, I haven’t been up to reading much, but with tiredness creeping in as it has, it’s been nice to curl up with the dog and a book until I feel dopey enough to close my eyes and drop off.
cathy-kelly-bookWhilst I would not put this as one of her best, it was an enjoyable read, especially at bedtime.

The story is of two sisters abandoned by their mother at a young age.
Their father is extremely bitter, and the three move in with his mother who looks after them all.

The eldest is now married with two children of her own, trying her hardest to be the perfect mother amid her fears of failure and sense of abandonment all those years ago.
Her husband allows himself to be at the beck and call of his widowed mother (been there, done that with MIL) to such an extent that she is intent on her son selling his house and she hers to buy a nice little property for all of them with a granny annex so that they can be closer.
Yeah right. You can see where this is going. He doesn’t discuss it with his wife, MIL leaves a message on the family ansafone that she has found the ideal place and all hell is let loose.

The younger sister owns a vintage clothes shop, and although once engaged, is still single. She is godmother to her friend’s daughter, and becomes the child’s temporary guardian when her friend has a stroke. It opens up motherhood issues and a realisation of something missing in her life. Enter the Ex fiance, and all old wounds are opened.

Running in the background is a TV celebrity who has discovered a lump in her breast but is afraid to get it checked out believing it to be her punishment for things long past and her previous life style of alcohol and drugs, the guilt of the grandmother and her private life, and a young fashion designer with potential attending college whose widowed mother is trying to make ends meet on a sheep farm.

I have always liked Ms Kelly’s writings as her characters are believable and in previous books she has written about Dublin and places I recognise having visited there in the early 1990s.
Some of that was absent, but that didn’t matter.
This one didn’t make me cry as did Letters of Heartbreak, but on a scale of one to ten, I’d give it an easy


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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