Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Road to Somewhere BLOGHOP!

Today I'm participating in the bloghop for agency siblings Kelley Lynn and Jenny S. Morris in association with their cover reveal celebration for their book, ROAD TO SOMEWHERE, coming in February from Bloomsbury Spark! Check this out and be sure to scroll to the end for a giveaway they're doing.

Lovely, yes? And here's a bit about it:

New! From Bloomsbury Spark, a sunny heartwarming story of discovery and sisterhood. 

A road trip. A singing competition. And super-hot cowboys. 

What could be better? 

For Charlie, a post-high school road trip isn't just a vacation, it's life changing. While her parents think she's helping a friend move, a chance at fame is the real reason to grab her best friends and drive to L.A. But when her super annoying, uber-responsible, younger sister, Lucy, has to tag along, it isn't quite the summer of fun she imagined. 

Add in a detour to her grandparents' ranch in Texas, and between mucking the stalls, down-home cookin’, and drool worthy ranch hands, this could just turn into the best, and most complicated, summer of their lives.
The book has a major sibling theme, so to celebrate its cover reveal, we bloghop participants are sharing sibling stories! And here's one of mine.

I have two younger sisters, Patricia and Lindsay, and while I have a kabillion stories about growing up with them, I'm going to tell one about Patricia and me since whenever I tell this one people seem to love it.

Background: I grew up an eldest sister, but I don't remember being an only child because my sister Patricia was born only a year or so after me. We were raised as if we were twins, almost, but being the older sister did have a couple of perks. I got to do everything first.

For a while, when we were really young, you could tell who was older.
I found out as an adult that Patricia found it comforting to have me doing everything first. Starting a new grade was a less anxiety-inspiring experience because if Julie survived it then how hard can it be? I was unintentionally showing her the ropes just by going to school and braving the unknown--since I had no choice--and that was reassuring for her. But it had a drawback.

She was forever being asked, "Are you Julie's sister?"

We looked very much alike, and often dressed alike, except I was the red or pink "twin" and Patricia was the blue "twin." Once, at my kindergarten, my mom had come by the school for some reason and my teacher tried to stop her from leaving with me, but it wasn't me at all--it was my sister. The family found it hilarious that people kept thinking we were the same person. But after a while I imagine it got tiresome to be mistaken for me or to be associated with me.

We really did look a lot alike.
Sometimes people can't tell who's who in photos.
We went to the same school for elementary, middle, and high school. There were a couple scant years when we'd be in different schools, and a couple times she even got to go to a school where they'd never heard of me. I don't know if she liked getting a year off from being Julie's Sister, but it was pretty much still happening everywhere else. Even though we looked less alike at that point.

In high school, I don't really remember being asked if I was Patricia's sister, but I'm pretty sure people still asked her if she was my sister. We had a little bit of overlap in classes and friends, and were even taking the same math class at the same time from the same teacher (in different periods) during my senior year. But I was into singing and she was into art, so we had our own circles too. And it helped that we didn't dress alike anymore. Haha.

And she was also taller than I was by then.
We went to different colleges, so the whole "are you Julie's sister?" thing was a lot less likely at that point. I went to the University of Florida, and she went to New College. One of the experiences New College pushes strongly for their students is studying abroad; they encourage their students to spend at least one semester in another country. So my sister opted to do one semester at Waseda University in Japan.

On the first day of class, surrounded by strangers in a foreign country, one of her classes was small enough that introductions were appropriate, and some guy responded to her stating her name with "Are you Julie's sister?"


It turned out that the guy who'd asked was the brother of one of my friends, and he happened to be from the United States doing the same sort of thing. Hahah.

My sister moved to Japan after graduating from New College, and I don't think she had this problem again. She married a man she met there and settled down in California, where she also doesn't get asked if she's my sister. We don't have the same last name anymore, either.

But she will never escape being my sister. Bwahahaa.

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  1. Thank you for helping us out. And I LOVED your story. That's funny she went all the way to Japan and still was asked the same questions. :)

  2. What a coincidence being in Japan and hearing that. How funny.

    Guess you got the twin experience without being a twin. :)

  3. Oh my gosh. My little sister is two years younger than me and I'm pretty sure she got asked if she was my sister all the time, and we didnt' even look a like! Thanks so much for sharing.