What prompts a young woman to abandon the safe bounds of convention for the unknown? At first, all Melanie Berliet understood was that she'd lost her sense of what 'supposed to' meant. And that her older sister Celine was sick. While it's tough to understand what leads a person into addiction--to witness someone you love kind-of kill herself--the truth is that you can learn from it. By the time Celine died at age 30, she was Kermit The Frog green and she vomited blood more frequently than she was able to eat. In less than a decade, she had gone from summa cum laude Columbia graduate to NYU PhD student to unemployed, rambling, stumbling drunk saddled with a cirrhotic liver beyond repair. By the time Celine died, her younger sister Melanie was no longer a Miss Goody Two Shoes from a waspy Connecticut suburb trotting down the sensible path. She was an adult who had abandoned a secure job on Wall Street to establish a career as a writer committed to exploring fascinating subcultures. As Celine's illness escalated, you see, a basic lesson crept up on Melanie: Life is beautifully short, and fragile as hell. Life happens. Gradually, Melanie stopped agonizing over what she was supposed to do/think/know/read/listen to/watch/feel, or who she was supposed to be/befriend/love/like/learn from. So she pitched projects that sounded crazy and/or dangerous to most, but which gave her a thrill and helped her establish a career as an immersive journalist. She grew some balls, so to speak, after freeing herself from caring about what others might think. The devastating beauty of what happened to Celine forced Melanie to question who she is. However unwittingly, in dying, Celine empowered her younger sister to take risks--to live. This is their story."