![]() I was worried that I would find that this book, which I also remembered that I loved, had aged badly. ![]() Uh, oh, I thought, already hooked on that early image of Cecilia gouging her initials into the “foamy layer” of dead fish-flies she finds coating a Thunderbird. ![]() I had read the novel in high school ( after seeing the Sofia Coppola adaptation, I’m sorry to say, but what do you want from me, I was 14), and I remembered it as gauzy and claustrophobic I remembered it was about teenage girls killing themselves in gruesome fashion I remembered that the girls were sexy I remembered that the novel was written by a man. They are very good first pages.Įven so, I read on with some trepidation. I picked it up and idly read the first three pages I knew after that I would read it through to the end. ![]() To be honest, when I re-read the novel earlier this month, I had no idea that it had a big anniversary coming up I was just in-between books, trying to decide what to read next, and came across an old copy on my shelf. The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides’s dreamy debut novel about five teenage sisters who all kill themselves over the course of a single year, turns 25 this week-an age, I am contractually obligated to quip here, that the Lisbon sisters will never reach, no matter how yellowed the pages that hold them get (single tear: wiped). ![]()
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