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Lys Clarke is the middle sister. Her eldest is perfect, her youngest is perfect. Shes not.A high school Lit teacher in her late twenties, Lys has struggled her whole life with the comparisons to her siblings. Practical, straightforward, fed up with others, shes just about given up finding someone special.Gerry, Billies friend, has tormented her for years, and Lys is ready to say yes to him, at least for some fun. And Dan, the new Chem teacher, is cute to look at but nothing else—hes just a kid. Yet whatever expectations she could have created become nothing but disappointments, strange, unwanted feelings confuse her, and she must also deal with Carrie, whos constantly looking for love.Lys is ready to throw in the towel, but maybe shes giving in too soon. Can she hold long enough to get a shot at love?-------ExtractLysandra Clarke.As she liked mythology, she knew it meant ‘man’s liberator,’ or something to that end, and that there had been a famous Lysandra who’d lived in the third century BC.It was curious, in a non-funny way, that her name represented a positive stance towards men, when she had nothing but complicated relationships with them.And no matter how many times she complained about her name, the truth was, she loved it.The Clarke sisters had been given names that held great meaning, and they wouldn’t have had it any other way. The eldest, Wilhelmina, was named after their paternal grandmother. Lysandra, born four years later, had been given a name that Amelia had fallen in love with while doing research for one of the characters from her children’s books. And another four years later, Undine arrived, just after Amelia had finished reading a story on sea mythology to Lysandra.And now, two and a half decades later, the Clarke sisters loved the quirkiness of their names. Although some people sometimes called Lysandra ‘Lys,’ enunciating it like ‘lies’ instead of ‘Liz,’ and it annoyed her.Then again, she knew she was a bit complicated and it was a rare occasion when she was pleased from the start.A cynical person, the glass had a reason for not being full, and she always had to know why. Lys was curious, and growing up as the middle child between an older sister who looked like a movie star and was too kind and considerate for her own good, and a younger sister who was the cute girl next door with a constant smile on her face, she relied on her smarts to get her through life.Lysandra was in every possible way average. She was five feet seven, had a heart-shaped face, straight blonde hair that was kept in a ponytail most of the time for comfort, she had big brown eyes, a small nose, and full lips. She didn’t have sharp cheekbones, unlike her sisters, and her body was curvier as well, no matter how many diets she’d tried through high school and college. Lys did have an ample cleavage, and she had come to the conclusion a long time ago that she’d rather have more curves in her body and keep her boobs, than be stick thin and have no breasts to speak of. Which was Un’s case, but she was okay with that.Now, at twenty-nine, Lys was a Literature teacher at a private high school in Boulder, where she’d lived her whole life. She rented a small apartment on the fourth floor of a building that was opposite the school, which was one of the reasons she’d chosen the place. She also helped her best friend Carrie organize presentations and prepare spreadsheets, something the executive assistant wasn’t too fond of.Lys loved contrasts, and when she’d been to a psychologist when she’d started college, the woman had told her that she had a habit of going from black to white, skipping all the colors in between. Lysandra Clarke (The Clarke Sisters #2) by Josephine Barly
