To be honest, and I'm always honest, when I began writing Sorority Sisters (get your copy now!), I was worried that Ms. Average Reader would have such a negative reaction to the very idea of sorority girls that she'd hate the book on sight.
Thank goodness that no one on Mt. Olympus is Average, and certainly not an Average Reader.
This is a book that is about friendship, pure and simple. It's about women. It's about how we need our friends and about how we can (and often do) get tangled up with the wrong men and how a friend will help you through that trauma, and how a friend will cheer the loudest when you stumble into the right guy.
Friends see you through. They see you through good times and bad, and they never think you're a loser. They see your frailties and they never take advantage of them. They give you a slap upside the head when you need one. They hold you when you cry.
Sororities are a place to meet women. A sorority house is a structure under which friendships are nurtured. I met my oldest friends in my sorority. We've been friends now, through good and bad, for more years than I want to admit. But you can measure it in decades.
Maybe you found your oldest friends in summer camp or in high school detention or at the local pool. Maybe you met them at church or in your childhood neighborhood or on a sports team. I don't know where you met your special group of women, but I know you met them. We all have those friends, the ones who've known us the longest, who love us the deepest, and who care with the sweetest intensity.
Sorority Sisters is about them, about those girls we travel through life with. The sisters of the heart.
Where did you meet your oldest, dearest friends?