I can't tell you how many times I heard from younger sisters that their older sisters were bossy and judgmental.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wouldn't say that it's hard for sisters to treat each other with respect. Many do.
I have two older sisters; I'm the youngest.
I was the youngest of six kids, and my brothers and sisters were kind of a lot older than me. And the one sister that was, like, in a close age range - she was five years older than me. She was my closest sister in age, and she was a loser.
It's still a mystery to me, but even though my mother was like an older sister to me, I kind of put her up on a pedestal.
For each other, at each other: Sisters can be either or both. The same could be said of people in any close relationship. Yet there is something special about sisters - specially gratifying and specially fraught.
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
Big sisters exaggerate.
No one could have nicer sisters. No sibling problems there.
The impetus for 'The Sisters Brothers' was it occurred to me that there was no neurosis in westerns, or there's a minimal amount of it.