"We cling to the most painful reminders of our youth, our memories or our injuries, perhaps so we can look back to our former selves, console them, and say: Keep going. I know how the story ends."
To four girls who have nothing, their friendship is everything: They are each other's confidantes, teachers, and family. The girls are all named Guinevere - Vere, Gwen, Ginny, and Win - and it is the surprise of finding another Guinevere in their midst that first brings them together. They come to the Sisters of the Supreme Adoration convent by different paths, delivered by their families, each with her own complicated, heartbreaking story that she safeguards. Gwen is all Hollywood glamour and swagger; Ginny is a budding artiste with a sentiment to match; Win's tough bravado isn't even skin deep; and Vere is the only one who seems to be a believer, trying to hold on to her faith that her mother will one day return for her. However, the girls are more than the sum of their parts, and together they form the all-powerful and confident The Guineveres, bound by the extraordinary coincidence of their names and girded against the indignities of their plain, sequestered lives.
The nuns who raise them teach the Guineveres that faith is about waiting: for the mail, for weekly wash day, for a miracle, or for the day they turn 18 and are allowed to leave the convent. But the Guineveres grow tired of waiting. And so when four comatose soldiers from the war looming outside arrive at the convent, the girls realize that these men may hold their ticket out.
In prose shot through with beauty, Sarah Domet weaves together the Guineveres' past, present, and future, as well as the stories of the female saints they were raised on, to capture the wonder and tumult of girlhood and the magical thinking of young women as they cross over to adulthood.
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This is a horrible book
The homoerotic portrayal of women saints.
The rape of a comatose man
I couldn't tell if there was one Guinevere narrating the book; or each one separately.
There should be a warning that this book is OFFENSIVE and makes a mockery of nuns who devote their lives taking care of young women.
- A. Bird
No, thank you.
I can't believe how dreary and grey this book was.
I can't tell. Her dreariness matched the material.
Not for me. I'm not interested in hearing anything else the author has to say.