Four Aunties and a Wedding
(Sprache: Englisch)
The aunties are back, fiercer than ever and ready to handle any catastrophe-even the mafia-in this delightful and hilarious sequel by Jesse Q. Sutanto, author of Dial A for Aunties.
Meddy Chan has been to countless weddings, but she never imagined how...
Meddy Chan has been to countless weddings, but she never imagined how...
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The aunties are back, fiercer than ever and ready to handle any catastrophe-even the mafia-in this delightful and hilarious sequel by Jesse Q. Sutanto, author of Dial A for Aunties.Meddy Chan has been to countless weddings, but she never imagined how her own would turn out. Now the day has arrived, and she can't wait to marry her college sweetheart, Nathan. Instead of having Ma and the aunts cater to her wedding, Meddy wants them to enjoy the day as guests. As a compromise, they find the perfect wedding vendors: a Chinese-Indonesian family-run company just like theirs. Meddy is hesitant at first, but she hits it off right away with the wedding photographer, Staphanie, who reminds Meddy of herself, down to the unfortunately misspelled name.
Meddy realizes that is where their similarities end, however, when she overhears Staphanie talking about taking out a target. Horrified, Meddy can't believe Staphanie and her family aren't just like her own, they are The Family-actual mafia, and they're using Meddy's wedding as a chance to conduct shady business. Her aunties and mother won't let Meddy's wedding ceremony become a murder scene-over their dead bodies-and will do whatever it takes to save her special day, even if it means taking on the mafia.
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1I try not to breathe as the last corset hook is yanked into place. "Ow, that's digging into my rib cage."
Yenyen huffs a breath through his teeth and gives one last vicious tug, which forces a squeak out of me. "In the past, brides would break their ribs to fit into their wedding dresses," he says, and it strikes me that he's not saying it in a horrified tone, but rather a wistful one, which is somewhat worrying. "How do you feel?"
I risk breathing again, and to my surprise, despite the torturous time I had getting stuffed into the dress, once I'm in, it's actually-dare I say it-comfortable. What sort of black magic is this? I could've sworn I would hardly be able to take even the tiniest sip of air. I blink at him in surprise. "I can breathe in it."
I can't quite see his eyes behind the round, purple-tinted sunglasses, but I'm pretty sure I hear them roll.
"Aduuuh, of course you can breathe in it, silly. Yenyen's creations aren't just beautiful, they're also built for maximum comfort."
I can't help but smile at him. Yenyen has a tendency to refer to himself in third person, which should sound mildly deranged but actually comes off as somewhat endearing. His real name is Yenzhen, but nobody is allowed to call him that. Within the Chinese tradition, it's common to have phonetically repeated names as a pet name, and as Yenyen says, he's everybody's best friend, so we must call him Yenyen.
"Now, are you ready to see it?" he says.
Am I? My heart rate rises. My cheeks grow warm. This will be the forty-millionth dress I've tried on. I swear I've tried on every wedding dress L.A. has to offer, and each time, there's been something that Ma or my aunts didn't like. Over the last few months, as we exhausted every bridal boutique in greater Los Angeles, their comments have
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seared themselves onto my brain.
"Sequin not shiny enough."
"The lace look itchy, is making me itchy, is making you itchy?"
"Body too slutty." (Second Aunt meant bodice. I think.)
And so on and so forth, until Nathan announced that he'd arranged for Indonesia's premiere wedding dress designer to come to L.A. with custom-made dresses. Including-and this is the pice de r sistance-dresses for the mother and aunts of the bride.
I swallow and nod at Yenyen. "I'm ready."
"Okay, keep your eyes closed, though!" He gathers the skirt behind me as I turn slowly to face the floor-length mirror. After a minute of rustling and fussing, he says, "Open your eyes."
I do as he says.
My mouth drops open. "Yenyen-" My breath catches in my throat. There are no words to describe this dress. I know, in that moment, that this is it. This is The One. The bodice is swathed in the softest, most delicate lace that looks like it was sewn by fairies using spider silk. The skirt is a gorgeous frothy affair that somehow remains light enough for me to move around in. The entire thing hugs my body in all the right places and accentuates my curves in a way that is at once sexy and conservative. I feel as though I'm wearing a cloud. Tears rush to my eyes. "It's perfect," I whisper.
Yenyen waves me off, but it's obvious he's fighting off a huge smile. "Shall we show your family?"
Here we go. Deep breath. I don't know what I'll do if they say they don't like it. I steel myself, tightening my hands into fists. I'll fight for this dress. I've acquiesced to their never-ending laundry list of complaints, despite many of the dresses I've tried on being perfectly fine. This one isn't just perfectly fine, though. It's actually perfect. And I won't let them ruin it for me. I won't. I-
"Ta-da!" Yenyen cries as he yanks open the bedroom door with
"Sequin not shiny enough."
"The lace look itchy, is making me itchy, is making you itchy?"
"Body too slutty." (Second Aunt meant bodice. I think.)
And so on and so forth, until Nathan announced that he'd arranged for Indonesia's premiere wedding dress designer to come to L.A. with custom-made dresses. Including-and this is the pice de r sistance-dresses for the mother and aunts of the bride.
I swallow and nod at Yenyen. "I'm ready."
"Okay, keep your eyes closed, though!" He gathers the skirt behind me as I turn slowly to face the floor-length mirror. After a minute of rustling and fussing, he says, "Open your eyes."
I do as he says.
My mouth drops open. "Yenyen-" My breath catches in my throat. There are no words to describe this dress. I know, in that moment, that this is it. This is The One. The bodice is swathed in the softest, most delicate lace that looks like it was sewn by fairies using spider silk. The skirt is a gorgeous frothy affair that somehow remains light enough for me to move around in. The entire thing hugs my body in all the right places and accentuates my curves in a way that is at once sexy and conservative. I feel as though I'm wearing a cloud. Tears rush to my eyes. "It's perfect," I whisper.
Yenyen waves me off, but it's obvious he's fighting off a huge smile. "Shall we show your family?"
Here we go. Deep breath. I don't know what I'll do if they say they don't like it. I steel myself, tightening my hands into fists. I'll fight for this dress. I've acquiesced to their never-ending laundry list of complaints, despite many of the dresses I've tried on being perfectly fine. This one isn't just perfectly fine, though. It's actually perfect. And I won't let them ruin it for me. I won't. I-
"Ta-da!" Yenyen cries as he yanks open the bedroom door with
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Autoren-Porträt von Jesse Sutanto
Jesse Q. Sutanto grew up shuttling back and forth between Indonesia, Singapore, and Oxford, and considers all three places her home. She has a Masters from Oxford University, but she has yet to figure out how to say that without sounding obnoxious. Jesse has forty-two first cousins and thirty aunties and uncles, many of whom live just down the road. When she's not writing, she's gaming with her husband (mostly first-person shooters), or making a mess in the kitchen with her two daughters.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jesse Sutanto
- 2022, 304 Seiten, Maße: 14,2 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593333055
- ISBN-13: 9780593333051
- Erscheinungsdatum: 28.04.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Meddy Chan and her indomitable aunties are back in the hilarious Four Aunties and a Wedding by Jesse Q. Sutanto." PopSugarSutanto deftly blends preposterous humor (British slang, mafia posers) with enduring devotion to prove there is no right or wrongway to being Asian. Booklist
Charming, chaotic, and sometimes ridiculous, this tale will appeal to anyone who both adores and is embarrassed by their family, which is just about everyone. Publishers Weekly
You can't help but get a kick out of the auntie s outrageous stunts and their even bigger hearts. Keep your friends close and these four aunties closer. Kirkus
"Sutanto pushes you to the edge of your seat with this suspenseful rom-com that infuses humor and heritage." USA Today
"There's a kind of magic to Sutanto's writing She tackles complicated issues of culture and family ties while also creating convoluted plotlines that'll make you squeal with laughter." The Wellesley News
"Heart, humor, and the mafia...this saga has it all!" Woman's World
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