{"product_id":"the-sisterhood-of-the-traveling-pants-isbn-9780385730587","title":"The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe first novel in the wildly popular #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series, from the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Whole Thing Together \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Here and Now.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Some friends just fit together.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Once there was a pair of pants. Just an ordinary pair of jeans. But these pants, the Traveling Pants, went on to do great things. This is the story of the four friends—Lena, Tibby, Bridget, and Carmen—who made it possible.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003ePants = love. Love your pals. Love yourself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"F\u003cb\u003eunny, perceptive, and moving.\" --\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e “An outstanding and vivid book that will stay with readers for a long time.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred, Flying Start\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e  “The loving depiction of enduring and solid friendship will ring true to readers.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e, Recommended\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e  “A feel-good novel of substance.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e “Uplifting.” —\u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Funny, perceptive, and moving.”—\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Uplifting.” —\u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An outstanding and vivid book that will stay with readers for a long time.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred, Flying Start\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A complex book about a solid group   of friends, with each one a strong and courageous individual in her own right. They   form a true sisterhood of acceptance and support, resulting in a believable and inviting   world.”—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A feel-good novel of substance. . . . Move   over, Ya-Ya Sisters.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The loving depiction of enduring   and solid friendship will ring true to readers, who will appreciate this recognition   of one of life’s most important relationships.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e, Recommended\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The pants are just pants, and life is just life, full of joys, sorrows, living, and dying. This is the charm of \u003ci\u003eThe Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants\u003c\/i\u003e. Carmen, Lena, Bridget, and Tibby are growing to adulthood, and Brashares accurately portrays one glorious, painful summer in their evolution. Young teens will identify with one, or even all four, of these interesting, funny young women, and they'll be on the lookout for their own pair of traveling pants.\" --\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants was enjoyable and meaningful at the same time, and that's sometimes a hard thing to find in YA literature.\" --\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Each girl's story is distinct and engrossing, told in a brightly contemporary style. Like the Pants, the reader bounces back and forth among the four unfolding adventures, and the melange is spiced with letters and witty quotes. Ann Brashares has here created four captivating characters and seamlessly interwoven their stories for a young adult novel that is fresh and absorbing.\" --Amazon.comAnn Brashares is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series, \u003ci\u003eThe Whole Thing Together\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Here and Now, 3 Willows, The Last Summer (of You \u0026amp; Me),\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMy Name Is Memory.\u003c\/i\u003e She lives in New York City with her family. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVisit Ann online at AnnBrashares.com and follow @AnnBrashares on Twitter.\"Can you close that suitcase?\" Tibby asked Carmen.\u003cbr\u003e\"It's making me sick.\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen glanced at the structured canvas bag splayed wantonly in the middle of her bed. Suddenly she wished she had all-new underwear. Her best satin pair was sprouting tiny ropes of elastic from the waistband.\u003cbr\u003e\"It's making \u003ci\u003eme\u003c\/i\u003e sick,\" Lena said. \"I haven't started packing. My flight's at seven.\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen flopped the top of the suitcase down on the carpeted floor. She was working on removing navy-blue polish from her toenails.\u003cbr\u003e\"Lena, could you not say that word anymore?\" Tibby asked, wilting a little on the edge of Carmen's bed. \"It's making me sick.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Which word?\" Bridget asked. \"Packing? Flight? Seven?\"\u003cbr\u003eTibby considered. \"All of them.\" \u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, Tibs,\" Carmen said, grabbing Tibby's foot from where she sat. \"It's gonna be okay.\"\u003cbr\u003eTibby took her foot back. \"It's gonna be okay for you. You're going away. You're going to eat barbecue all the time and light firecrackers and everything.\u003cbr\u003eTibby had nonsensical ideas about what people did in South Carolina, but Carmen knew not to argue with her.\u003cbr\u003eLena let out a little hum of sympathy.\u003cbr\u003eTibby turned on her. \"Don't make that pity noise, Lena.\"\u003cbr\u003eLena cleared her throat. \"I didn't,\" she said quickly, even though she had.\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't wallow,\" Bridget urged Tibby. \"You're wallowing.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" Tibby shot back. She held up hands crossed at the wrist in a hex sign to ward off Bridget. \"No pep talks. No fair. I only let you do pep talks when \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e need to feel better.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I wasn't doing a pep talk,\" Bridget said defensively, even though she was.\u003cbr\u003eCarmen made her wise eyebrows. \"Hey, Tibs? Maybe if you're nasty enough, you won't miss us and we won't  miss you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Carma!\" Tibby shouted, getting to her feet and thrusting a stiff arm at Carmen. \"I see through that! You're doing psychological analysis on me. No! No!\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen's cheeks flushed. \"I am not,\" she said quietly.\u003cbr\u003e The three of them sat, scolded into silence.\u003cbr\u003e\"God, Tibby, what is anybody allowed to say?\" Bridget asked.\u003cbr\u003eTibby thought about it. \"You can say . . .\" She glanced around the room. She had tears welling in her eyes, but Carmen knew she didn't want them to show. \"You can say . . .\" Her eyes lighted on the pair of pants folded on the top of a stack of clothes on Carmen's dresser. \"You can say, 'Hey, Tibby, want those pants?\"'\u003cbr\u003eCarmen looked baffled. She capped the polish remover, walked over to her dresser, and held up the pants. Tibby usually liked clothes that were ugly or challenging. These were just jeans. \"You mean these?\" They were creased in three places from inattention.\u003cbr\u003eTibby nodded sullenly. \"Those.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"You really want them?\" Carmen didn't feel like mentioning that she was planning to throw them away. Bigger points if they mattered.\u003cbr\u003e\"Uh-huh.\"\u003cbr\u003eTibby was demanding a little display of unconditional love. Then again, it was her right. Three of them were flying off on big adventures the next day, and Tibby was launching her career at Wallman's in scenic Bethesda for five cents over minimum wage.\u003cbr\u003e\"Fine,\" Carmen said benevolently, handing them over.\u003cbr\u003eTibby absently hugged the pants, slightly deflated at getting her way so fast.\u003cbr\u003eLena studied them. \"Are those the pants you got at the secondhand place next to Yes!?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes!\" Carmen shouted back.\u003cbr\u003eTibby unfolded them. \"They're great.\"\u003cbr\u003eThe pants suddenly looked different to Carmen. Now that somebody cared about them, they looked a little nicer.\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't you think you should try them on?\" Lena asked practically. \"If they fit Carmen, they aren't going to fit you.\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen and Tibby both glared at Lena, not sure who should take more offense.\u003cbr\u003e\"What?\" Bridget said, hopping to Lena's aid. \"You guys have completely different builds. Is that not obvious?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Fine,\" Tibby said, glad to be huffy again.\u003cbr\u003eTibby pulled off her dilapidated brown cargo pants, revealing lavender cotton underwear. She turned her back to her friends for the sake of drama as she pulled on the pants. She zipped, buttoned, and turned around. \"Ta-da!\"\u003cbr\u003eLena studied her. \"Wow.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Tibs, you're such a babe,\" Bridget proclaimed.\u003cbr\u003eTibby tried not to let her smile get loose. She went over to the mirror and turned to the side. \"You think they're good?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Are those really my pants?\" Carmen asked.\u003cbr\u003eTibby had narrow hips and long legs for her small frame. The pants fell below her waist, hugging her hips intimately. They revealed a white strip of flat stomach, a nice inny belly button.\u003cbr\u003e\"You look like a girl,\" Bridget added.\u003cbr\u003eTibby didn't quarrel. She knew as well as anyone that she looked skinny and shapeless in the oversized pants she usually wore.\u003cbr\u003eThe pants bagged a little at her feet, but that worked for Tibby.\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly Tibby looked unsure. \"I don't know. Maybe somebody else should try them.\" Slowly she unbuttoned and unzipped.\u003cbr\u003e\"Tibby, you are crazy,\" Carmen said. \"Those pants are in love with you. They want you for your body and your mind.\" She couldn't help seeing the pants in a completely new way.\u003cbr\u003eTibby threw them at Lena. \"Here. You go.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Why? They're meant to be yours, \" Lena argued.\u003cbr\u003eTibby shrugged. \"Just try them.\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen could see Lena glancing at the pants with a certain amount of interest. \"Why not? Lena, try 'em.\"\u003cbr\u003eLena looked at the pants warily. She shed her own khakis and pulled them on. She made sure they were buttoned and sitting straight on her hips before she glanced in the mirror.\u003cbr\u003eBridget considered.\u003cbr\u003e\"Lenny, you make me sick,\" Tibby offered.\u003cbr\u003e\"Jesus, Lena,\" Carmen said. \u003ci\u003eSorry, Jesus\u003c\/i\u003e, she added to herself reflexively.\u003cbr\u003e\"They're \u003ci\u003enice pants\u003c\/i\u003e,\" Lena said reverently, almost whispering.\u003cbr\u003eThey were used to Lena, but Carmen knew that to the rest of the world she was fairly stunning. She had Mediterranean skin that tanned well, straight, shiny dark hair, and wide eyes roughly the color of celery. Her face was so lovely, so delicately structured, it kind of gave Carmen a stomachache. Carmen once confessed her worry to Tibby that some movie director was going to spot Lena and take her away, and Tibby admitted she had worried the exact same thing. Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you knew them you mostly forgot about it.\u003cbr\u003eThe pants clung to Lena's waist and followed the line of her hips. They held close to the shape of her thighs and fell exactly to the tops of her feet. When she took two steps forward, they appeared to hug each of her muscles as they shifted and moved. Carmen gazed in wonder at how different was their effect from Lena's bland uniform of J. Crew khakis.\u003cbr\u003e\"Very sexy,\" Bridget said.\u003cbr\u003eLena snatched another peek at the mirror. She always held herself in a slightly awkward way, with her neck pushed forward, when she looked in a mirror. She winced. \"I think maybe they're too tight,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\"Are you joking?\" Tibby barked. \"They are beautiful. They look a million times better than those lame-o pants you usually wear.\"\u003cbr\u003eLena turned to Tibby. \"Was that a compliment somewhere in there?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Seriously, you have to have them,\" Tibby said. \"They're like . . . transforming.\"\u003cbr\u003eLena fiddled with the waistband. She was never comfortable talking about the way she looked.\u003cbr\u003e\"You are always beautiful,\" Carmen added. \"But Tibby's right . . .you look . . . just . . . different.\"\u003cbr\u003eLena slid the pants off her hips. \"Bee has to try them.\" \u003cbr\u003e\"I do?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"You do,\" Lena confirmed.\u003cbr\u003e\"She's too tall for them,\" Tibby said.\u003cbr\u003e\"Just try,\" Lena said.\u003cbr\u003e\"I don't need any more jeans,\" Bridget said. \"I have, like, nine pairs.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"What, are you scared of them?\" Carmen taunted. Stupid dares like that always worked on Bridget.\u003cbr\u003eBridget grabbed them from Lena. She took off her dark indigo jeans, kicked them into a pile on the floor, and pulled on the pants. At first she tried to pull the pants way up on her waist, so they would be too short, but as soon as she let go, the pants settled gracefully on her hips.\u003cbr\u003e\"Doo-doo-doo-doo,\" Carmen sang, hitting the notes of the \u003ci\u003eTwilight Zone\u003c\/i\u003e theme.\u003cbr\u003eBridget turned around to look at her backside. \"What?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"They're not short; they're perfect,\" Lena said.\u003cbr\u003eTibby cocked her head, studying Bridget carefully. \"You look almost . . . small, Bee. Not your usual Amazon.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"The insult parade marches on,\" Lena said, laughing.\u003cbr\u003eBridget was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs and big hands. It was easy to think she was a big person, but she was surprisingly narrow through her hips and waist.\u003cbr\u003e\"She's right,\" Carmen said. \"The pants fit better than your usual ones.\"\u003cbr\u003eBridget switched her butt in front of the mirror. \"These do look good,\" she said. \"Wow. I think I may love them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"You've got a great little butt,\" Carmen pointed out.\u003cbr\u003eTibby laughed. \"That from the queen of butts.\" She got a troublemaking look in her eyes. \"Hey. You know how we find out if these pants are truly magical?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"How?\" Carmen asked.\u003cbr\u003eTibby jiggled her foot in the air. \"You try them on. I know they're yours and all, but I'm just saying, scientifically speaking, that it is impossible for these pants to fit you too.\"\u003cbr\u003eCarmen chewed the inside of her cheek. \"Are you casting aspersions on my butt?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, Carma. You know I envy it. I just don't think these pants are going to fit over it,\" Tibby explained reasonably.\u003cbr\u003eBridget and Lena nodded.\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly Carmen was afraid that the pants that hugged each of her friends' bodies with loving grace would not fit over her upper thighs. She wasn't really chubby, but she had inherited her backside directly from the Puerto Rican half of the family. It was very nicely shaped, and most days she felt proud of it, but here with these pants and her three little-assed friends, she didn't feel like standing out like the big fatso.\u003cbr\u003e\"Nah. I don't want them,\" Carmen said, standing up and getting ready to try to change the subject. Six eyes remained fixed on the pants.\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" Bridget said. \"You have to.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Please, Carmen?\" Lena asked.\u003cbr\u003eShe saw too much anticipation on her friends' faces to drop it without a fight. \"Fine. Don't expect them to fit or anything. I'm sure they won't.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Carmen, they're \u003ci\u003eyour\u003c\/i\u003e pants,\" Bridget pointed out.\u003cbr\u003e\"Yeah, smarty, but I never tried them on before.\" Carmen said it with enough force to ward off further questions. She pulled off her black flares and pulled on the jeans. They didn't stop at her thighs. They went right up over her hips without complaint. She fastened them. \"So?\" She wasn't ready to venture a look in the mirror yet.\u003cbr\u003eNobody said anything.\u003cbr\u003e\"What?\" Carmen felt cursed. \"What? Are they that bad? She found the courage to meet Tibby's eye. \"What?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I . . . I just . . .\" Tibby trailed off.\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh my,\" Lena said quietly. \u003cbr\u003eCarmen winced and looked away. \"I'll just take them off, and we'll pretend this never happened,\" she said, her cheeks flushing.\u003cbr\u003eBridget found words. \"Carmen, that's not it at all! Look at yourself! You are a thing of beauty. You are a vision. 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