Bada being Bada boo. Nobody knows what happened to the Lisbon Sisters. That's the whole point of this book turned movie that is centered around five sisters, the Lisbon Sisters. And it's pretty clear from the very first page of the book that all five sisters are going to die by the end of the book. The movie has a slightly different opening,

but the plot remains the same. The grim outcome is going to be consistent over the course of two

summers in this suburban-filled, blissful, cozy little town, and all the other words that these

realtors like to use, the five Lisbon sisters over the

course of two summers, every single one of them dies, all five of them. And the entire story

is told by the boys across the street. It's not even told by the Lisbon sisters. So we really

only know what these five boys from across the street know. And these boys, they grew up snooping on the

Lisbon sisters. They would get those telescopes pointed at the Lisbon sisters' windows at night.

They would try to get invited over to the Lisbon household to steal the sisters' diaries, the pictures.

The Lisbon sisters have this incredibly mysterious aura to the boys because they're all blonde, they're all

conventionally very attractive, and they're all kept cooped up in this house. Their parents are

super religious and strict. They never let them out on dates with boys. They never let them out

to hang out. The five sisters always feel like they know something that nobody else knows.

They keep to themselves and there's like this air of melancholy that just hangs over all the five sisters.

They almost become mythical in the town.

All five sisters beautiful.

They exude girlhood.

And yet each one of them dies by self-exit.

And the boys, they grow up 20 years later, and even as adults as men, they can't

understand why the girls from their childhood, the Lisbon sisters, would do such a thing.

Why would they leave this beautiful life?

Especially, why would they leave their beautiful bodies?

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