Sisters: The Reviews Are In
Sure, Sisters doesn't stand up to Lynne Cheney's other work (I'm thinking here of her exploration of polyamory, Sisters and Cousins and Aunts and Uncles), but it has its defenders:
- She offers all readers - from the doughy Lex Luthor reading by flashlight in his bunker, to the Hampton subscriber to "Women Loving Women Loving Women's Wear Daily" - a glimpse into a life so blessed that the worst experience the heroine suffers in her God-ordained life is the shame of posing publicly with her husband's boss's wife - the vicodin saturated woman with a five dollar facelift. AN ABSOLUTE JOY!
Perhaps some of you have further thoughts on this masturbatory masterwork?