At some point while Christa was reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles she said (and I can’t find it now) that trying to talk about the book without doing an interpretive dance was nearly impossible.

This perfectly sums up how I feel about Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Virgin Suicides. It’s hard to talk about this story of the five tragic Lisbon sisters and the neighborhood boys who grew to be obsessed with them without using your hands and your face and the rest of your body.

Told from the first person plural point of view, which works in a way that amazes me, The Virgin Suicides is about a neighborhood’s coming of age in the suburban 70s and centers around the suicides of the mysterious Lisbon sisters.

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