A little bit of sunshine didn't hurt anyone. I have come back to the bright days of primary school, with all those important affairs, and that indescribable feeling of being able to live forever just as I was. I preferred to read Jules Verne, "Three Musketeers", "Winnetou" or Moomins, but then I never shied away from so-called girls' books. Now I can boast myself that I read all books of the "Anne of Green Gables" series when I was small. Now, having fallen in love with Helen Dunmore's prose (I have recently read a good old fashioned novel, "A Spell of Winter", by this author), I decided to look what else she might have written. I didn't hesitate much to buy "Brother Brother, Sister Sister", since I had a hunch that it was going to be a light, bright and shiny humorous book that would take about 20 years' burden off my back. And so it did!
"(...)And I didn't really want to go out in the playground anyway, because I'm still not talking to Rachel and it's so boring, not talking to people when you have to keep remembering about it, and everybody else keeps remembering about it and giving you little looks when you go near the other person you're not talking to.
(...) Then I saw a flicker of Rachel's red skirt. She'd just come in with Clare to get something out of her drawer. She was not looking at me in the careful way you have to not look at people if you want it to look as if you're not looking at them."
Wouldn't you be? Hey, if you have a daughter, she'll familiarize with Tanya, the heroine - in an instant. That book is all about daughters. What do we have here? Tanya is writing her diary, ever so seriously, and it just happened that her dad lost his job, and her mom gave birth to quads. And so the story begins. Very funny events, lots of lovable mess, and of course playground friendship tangles to untangle. Lovely book, I tell you.