The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is a series of novels written by Ann Brashares. They chronicle the summers of four teenage girls who share a pair of blue jeans which magically fit all four. The series was also adapted into two films in 2005 and 2008 respectively.
Also by Brashares: The Last Summer (of You and Me)
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (2001)Edit
- Once upon a time there was a pair of pants. They were an essential kind of pants - jeans, naturally, blue but not that stiff, new blue you see so often on the first day of school.
- We started being "we" before we were born.
- We the sisterhood hereby instate the following rules to govern the use of the Traveling Pants:
- 1. You must never wash the Pants.
- 2. You must never double-cuff the Pants. It's tacky. There will never be a time when this will not be tacky.
- 3. You must never say the word "phat" while wearing the Pants. You must also never think to yourself "I am fat" while wearing the Pants.
- 4. You must never let a boy take off the Pants (although you may take them off yourself in his presence).
- 5. You must not pick your nose while wearing the Pants. You may, however, scratch casually at your nostril while really kind of picking.
- 6. Upon our reunion, you must follow the proper procedure for documenting your time in the Pants:
- On the left leg of the Pants, write the most exciting place you have been while wearing the Pants.
- On the right leg of the Pants, write the most important thing that has happened to you while wearing the Pants. (For example, "I hooked up with my second cousin, Ivan, while wearing the Traveling Pants.")
- 7. You must write to your Sisters throughout the summer, no matter how much fun you are having without them.
- 8. You must pass the Pants along to your Sisters according to the specifications set down by the Sisterhood. Failure to comply will result in a severe spanking upon our reunion.
- 9. You must not wear the Pants with a tucked in shirt and belt. See rule #2.
- 10. Remember: Pants=Love. Love your pals. Love yourself.
- I'm sorry you asked me out, she told him silently. Otherwise maybe I could have liked you.
- You would hate this place. Wholesome, all-American people doing sports all day. High fives are common. I even witnessed a group hug. Sports cliches all day long.
- I hope these Pants bring you... Courage? No, you have too much of that. Energy? No, you have way too much of that. Not love. You get and give loads as it is. Okay, how 'bout this? I hope they bring you good sense.
- And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.
- She would just stay here holding Bailey's hand for all time, so Bailey wouldn't be afraid there wasn't enough of it.
- Bridget looked down at the Pants, grateful to have them. They meant support and they meant love, just as they'd all vowed at the beginning of the summer. But with Lena right here, right next to her, she almost didn't need them.
- Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again.
- "it's easier to be mad at the people you trust. Because you know they'll always love you, no matter what."