"This has our names in it, John." "That's right." "But... the scene they're depicting here in the book... this really happened. Only nobody else was present when this happened. No one could have known." "I know." "So what do you think it means?" "I think it means we're living a novel. This novel." I turned the book over in my hand and studied the cover: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Ann Brashares. I glanced over at the chair at the foot of the bed. At my pants. Charlize Theron began screaming.