It’s ten to two in the afternoon and I’ve been waiting for my little sister, Vivi, since one-thirty. She’s finally coming home, at sixty-seven years old, after an absence of nearly fifty years.
So begins Poppy Adams’s “deliciously creepy” (The Detroit News) debut, The Sister. What follows is a disquieting story of two sisters and the ties that bindsometimes a little too tightly.
Just read an excerpt and you’ll be sucked in.