I try to avoid books that I think will make me cry. Perhaps it is psychological trauma from Disney movies as a child (Where the Red Fern Grows, Old Yeller, need I say more?). I sat up until 3:45 reading Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants on Monday night/Tuesday morning. I know, I’m late to the party. But good books are good no matter when you read them. In spite of the fact that I kept getting Lena and Carmen mixed up, I really liked the interplay between the girls. What I liked best about it was the way it was structured. When the pants made their first round, each girl made a really big mistake. On the second round, each was able to come to terms with what she had done. I expected teenage-growing-up mistakes, coming-of-age conflicts, and the start of maturity. I hadn’t counted on Bailey. When the poor, leukemia-sick girl went in the hospital, there was only one way it was going to end. But it had to happen. Tibby would still be just another surly, self-absorbed teen otherwise. But I still haven’t forgiven Ann Brashares for making me cry about her at 3 in the morning.