I’ll be frank – Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors was just not my thing. But others will love it (and I think already do).
At the guts of it, three sisters return to their family home in New York after their beloved sister, Nicky’s, death (from an overdose). Each of the sisters is battling her own demons, and each in her own unique way. Avery, the eldest and a recovering heroin addict turned strait-laced lawyer, lives with her wife in London; Bonnie, a former boxer, works as a bouncer in Los Angeles and hung up the gloves after a devastating defeat; and Lucky, the youngest, models in Paris while trying to outrun her hard-partying ways.
A year after Nicky’s death, the sisters are all navigating grief in different ways. When their parents decide to sell the apartment they grew up in, they come together and are forced to confront the circumstances of the past.
The main theme is grief and in this respect, I’m not sure that Mellors offers anything new. Granted, I’m a tough customer. Bonnie and Lucky’s coping behaviours are amplified (which is expected) – Bonnie struggles to contain her rage, and Lucky wipes herself out at parties. Avery, who has been sober for more than a decade, is the most interesting. She doesn’t succumb to alcohol or drugs but observes –
… she didn’t know how to handle the grief. It was the surprise that hurt most. She had lived her entire adult life minimising risk to avoid being caught off guard by pain, yet she had not protected herself from this.
The relationship between the sisters was interesting, although again, I don’t think offered any fresh perspective. I don’t have a sister but I recognise that there are dynamics particular to sister relationships. Lucky captures this –
Against their parents, against the world at large they were fiercely allied. But among themselves, everything was a competition.
One aspect of this book that really didn’t work for me, was the sisters’ attitude toward their parents, who are strangely absent from their lives. There are multiple references to Avery ‘raising’ the younger three, but the reason for why this was the case isn’t really clear, apart from the fact that their father is an alcoholic and that their mother made him a priority. Even then, I’m stating it more plainly than it is treated in the book. Have I missed something?
2/5
I received my copy of Blue Sisters from the publisher, Harper Collins Australia, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
There are very few mentions of food in this novel, although the sisters discuss multiple times the inadequecies of Nikki’s funeral, and agree that instead of the dry sandwiches that were served, there should have been confetti cake.

As part of the 20 Books of Summer reading challenge, I’m comparing the Belfast summer and Melburnian winter. The results for the day I finished this book (July 20): Belfast 10°-16° and Melbourne 9°-11°.
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Cleopatra and Frankenstein was a holiday read for me last year on the recommendation of a friend which meant I swerved this one. We’re still friends despite the precious book space it took up in my luggage.
Haha! I think I read a sample of Cleopatra, didn’t love it, and so didn’t read it. But I know lots of people who did, so when an ARC of this one came up, I thought I’d give Mellors a go. Needless to say, if she writes more, I’ll know it’s not for me.
Oh thank goodness Kate!
This didn’t work for me either.
I am one of four sisters and the sister relationship did not ring true for me, excpet for that one comment by Bonnie that you highlighted. In fact, for me Bonnie was the most interesting character, but only just. I found their OTT reactions and behaviours tiresome by the end.
Tiresome is exactly the right word. I was interested in the fact that Avery presumably had done a lot of work on herself (you can’t get sober and stay sober without putting in effort!) and yet lacked so much insight, did no self-reflection, and was married to a therapist. It didn’t make sense. And don’t even get me started on the fact that her wife was originally her therapist! (in Australia, she wouldn’t be practicing after that ethical violation).
OTOH, if it provoked the consumption of some delicious confetti cake, then perhaps not all was lost? hee hee
Though I’m not a fan of confetti cake; I ate enough food dye, before I was old enough to vote, to last a lifetime (and, undoubtedly, shorten that lifetime too)!
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