Maybe in Another Life: A Novel by Taylor Jenkins Reid (English) Paperback Book

Description: Maybe in Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid Synopsis coming soon....... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A People Magazine Pick * US Weekly "Must" Pick * Named "Best Book of the Summer" by Glamour * Good Housekeeping * USA TODAY * Cosmopolitan * PopSugar * Working Mother * Bustle * Goodreads From the acclaimed author of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and After I Do comes a breathtaking new novel about a young woman whose fate hinges on the choice she makes after bumping into an old flame; in alternating chapters, we see two possible scenarios unfold-with stunningly different results.At the age of twenty-nine, Hannah Martin still has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She has lived in six different cities and held countless meaningless jobs since graduating college. On the heels of leaving yet another city, Hannah moves back to her hometown of Los Angeles and takes up residence in her best friend Gabbys guestroom. Shortly after getting back to town, Hannah goes out to a bar one night with Gabby and meets up with her high school boyfriend, Ethan. Just after midnight, Gabby asks Hannah if shes ready to go. A moment later, Ethan offers to give her a ride later if she wants to stay. Hannah hesitates. What happens if she leaves with Gabby? What happens if she leaves with Ethan? In concurrent storylines, Hannah lives out the effects of each decision. Quickly, these parallel universes develop into radically different stories with large-scale consequences for Hannah, as well as the people around her. As the two alternate realities run their course, Maybe in Another Life raises questions about fate and true love: Is anything meant to be? How much in our life is determined by chance? And perhaps, most compellingly: Is there such a thing as a soul mate? Hannah believes there is. And, in both worlds, she believes shes found him. Author Biography Taylor Jenkins Reid lives in Los Angeles and is the acclaimed author of Daisy Jones & the Six, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, One True Loves, Maybe in Another Life, After I Do, and Forever, Interrupted. To learn more, visit TaylorJenkinsReid.com. Review "This beautifully rendered story explores the brilliance and rarity of finding true love, and how to find our way back through the painful aftermath of losing it. These characters will leap right off the page and into your heart." -- Amy Hatvany * author of Heart Like Mine * "Taylor Jenkins Reid has written a poignant and heartfelt exploration of love and commitment in the absence of shared time that asks, what does it take to be the love of someones life?" -- Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus * New York Times bestselling authors * "Sweet, heartfelt, and surprising, Forever Interrupted is a story about a young woman struggling to find her way after losing her husband. These characters made me laugh as well as cry, and I ended up falling in love with them, too." -- Sarah Pekkanen * author of The Best of Us * "Youll laugh, weep and fly through each crazy-readable page." * Redbook * Praise for Forever, Interrupted:"A moving novel about life and death." * Kirkus on Forever, Interrupted * "Taylor Jenkins Reid writes with ruthless honesty, displaying an innate understanding of human emotion and creating characters and relationships so real Im finding it impossible to let them go. After I Do is a raw, unflinching exploration of the realities of marriage, the delicate nature of love, and the enduring strength of family. Simultaneously funny and sad, heartbreaking and hopeful, Reid has crafted a story of love lost and found that is as timely as it is timeless." -- Katja Millay * author of The Sea of Tranquility * "Moving, gorgeous and, at times, heart-wrenching. Taylor Jenkins Reid writes with wit and true emotion that you can feel. Read it, savor it, share it." -- Sarah Jio * New York Times bestselling author of The Violets of March * "Touching and powerful...Reid masterfully grabs hold of the heartstrings and doesnt let go. A stunning first novel." * Publishers Weekly, starred review on Forever, Interrupted * "As uplifting as it is brutally honest-a must-read." * Kirkus on After I Do * "Written in a breezy, humorous style familiar to fans of Jane Green and Elin Hilderbrand, After I Do focuses on Laurens journey of self-discovery. The intriguing premise and well-drawn characters contribute to an emotionally uplifting and inspiring story." * Booklist * Praise for After I Do:"Taylor Jenkins Reid offers an entirely fresh and new perspective on what can happen after the "happily ever after." With characters who feel like friends and a narrative that hooked me from the first page, After I Do takes an elegant and incisively emotional look at the endings and beginnings of love. Put this book at the top of your must read list!" -- Jen Lancaster * New York Times bestselling author * "If youre dying for a perfect beach read ... Maybe in Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid" * The Purist * "Readers looking for a romance with a twist wont be disappointed" * Library Journal * "Reid makes you think about love and destiny and then shows you the what could have been; I loved every word. A heartfelt, witty and scintillating journey from one parallel universe to another; Maybe in Another Life takes the concept of fate and makes it tangible and engrossing; I couldnt put this book down!" -- Renee Carlino * USA Today bestselling author * Praise for Maybe in Another Life: "Entertaining and unpredictable; Reid makes a compelling argument for happiness in every life." * Kirkus (starred review) * Review Quote "Youll laugh, weep and fly through each crazy-readable page." Excerpt from Book Maybe in Another Life Its a good thing I booked an aisle seat, because Im the last one on the plane. I knew Id be late for my flight. Im late for almost everything. Thats why I booked an aisle seat in the first place. I hate making people get up so that I can squeeze by. This is also why I never go to the bathroom during movies, even though I always have to go to the bathroom during movies. I walk down the tight aisle, holding my carry-on close to my body, trying not to bump anyone. I hit a mans elbow and apologize even though he doesnt seem to notice. When I barely graze a womans arm, she shoots daggers at me as if I stabbed her. I open my mouth to say Im sorry and then think better of it. I spot my seat easily; it is the only open one. The air is stale. The music is Muzak. The conversations around me are punctuated by the clicks of the overhead compartments being slammed shut. I get to my seat and sit down, smiling at the woman next to me. Shes older and round, with short salt-and-pepper hair. I shove my bag in front of me and buckle my seat belt. My tray tables up. My electronics are off. My seat is in the upright position. When youre late a lot, you learn how to make up for lost time. I look out the window. The baggage handlers are bundled up in extra layers and neon jackets. Im happy to be headed to a warmer climate. I pick up the in-flight magazine. Soon I hear the roar of the engine and feel the wheels beneath us start to roll. The woman next to me grips the armrests as we ascend. She looks petrified. Im not scared of flying. Im scared of sharks, hurricanes, and false imprisonment. Im scared that I will never do anything of value with my life. But Im not scared of flying. Her knuckles are white with tension. I tuck the magazine back into the pouch. "Not much of a flier?" I ask her. When Im anxious, talking helps. If talking helps her, its the least I can do. The woman turns and looks at me as we glide into the air. "?Fraid not," she says, smiling ruefully. "I dont leave New York very often. This is my first time flying to Los Angeles." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I fly a fair amount, and I can tell you, with any flight, its really only takeoff and landing that are hard. Weve got about three more minutes of this part and then about five minutes at the end that can be tough. The rest of it . . . you might as well be on a bus. So just eight bad minutes total, and then youre in California." Were at an incline. Its steep enough that an errant bottle of water rolls down the aisle. "Eight minutes is all?" she asks. I nod. "Thats it," I tell her. "Youre from New York?" She nods. "How about you?" I shrug. "I was living in New York. Now Im moving back to L.A." The plane drops abruptly and then rights itself as we make our way past the clouds. She breathes in deeply. I have to admit, even I feel a little queasy. "But I was only in New York for about nine months," I say. The longer I talk, the less attention she has to focus on the turbulence. "Ive been moving around a bit lately. I went to school in Boston. Then I moved to D.C., then Portland, Oregon. Then Seattle. Then Austin, Texas. Then New York. The city where dreams come true. Although, you know, not for me. But I did grow up in Los Angeles. So you could say Im going back to where I came from, but I dont know that Id call it home." "Wheres your family?" she asks. Her voice is tight. Shes looking forward. "My family moved to London when I was sixteen. My younger sister, Sarah, got accepted to the Royal Ballet School, and they couldnt pass that up. I stayed and finished school in L.A." "You lived on your own?" Its working. The distraction. "I lived with my best friends family until I finished high school. And then I left for college." The plane levels out. The captain tells us our altitude. She takes her hands off the armrest and breathes. "See?" I say to her. "Just like a bus." "Thank you," she says. "Anytime." She looks out the window. I pick up the magazine again. She turns back to me. "Why do you move around so much?" she says. "Isnt that difficult?" She immediately corrects herself. "Listen to me, the minute I stop hyperventilating, Im acting like your mother." I laugh with her. "No, no, its fine," I say. I dont move from place to place on purpose. Its not a conscious choice to be a nomad. Although I can see that each move is my own decision, predicated on nothing but my ever-growing sense that I dont belong where I am, fueled by the hope that maybe there is, in fact, a place I do belong, a place just off in the future. "I guess . . . I dont know," I say. Its hard to put into words, especially to someone I barely know. But then I open my mouth, and out it comes. "No place has felt like home." She looks at me and smiles. "Im sorry," she says. "That has to be hard." I shrug, because its an impulse. Its always my impulse to ignore the bad, to run toward the good. But Im also not feeling great about my own impulses at the moment. Im not sure they are getting me where I want to go. I stop shrugging. And then, because I wont see her again after this flight, I take it one step further. I tell her something Ive only recently told myself. "Sometimes I worry Ill never find a place to call home." She puts her hand on mine, ever so briefly. "You will," she says. "Youre young still. You have plenty of time." I wonder if she can tell that Im twenty-nine and considers that young, or if she thinks Im younger than I am. "Thanks," I say. I take my headphones out of my bag and put them on. "At the end of the flight, during the five tricky minutes when we land, maybe we can talk about my lack of career choices," I say, laughing. "That will definitely distract you." She smiles broadly and lets out a laugh. "Id consider it a personal favor." Maybe in Another Life When I come out of the gate, Gabby is holding up a sign that says "Hannah Marie Martin," as if I wouldnt recognize her, as if I wouldnt know she was my ride. I run toward her, and as I get closer, I can see that she has drawn a picture of me next to my name. It is a crude sketch but not altogether terrible. The Hannah of her drawing has big eyes and long lashes, a tiny nose, and a line for a mouth. On the top of my head is hair drawn dramatically in a high bun. The only thing of note drawn on my stick-figure body is an oversized pair of boobs. Its not necessarily how I see myself, but I admit, if you reduced me to a caricature, Id be big boobs and a high bun. Sort of like how Mickey Mouse is round ears and gloved hands or how Michael Jackson is white socks and black loafers. Id much rather be depicted with my dark brown hair and my light green eyes, but I understand that you cant really do much with color when youre drawing with a Bic pen. Even though I havent visited Gabby in person since her wedding day two years ago, I have seen her every Sunday morning of the recent past. We video-chat no matter what we have to do that day or how hungover one of us is feeling. It is, in some ways, the most reliable thing in my life. Gabby is tiny and twiglike. Her hair is kept cropped close in a bob, and theres no extra fat on her, not an inch to spare. When I hug her, I remember how odd it is to hug someone so much smaller than I am, how different the two of us seem at first glance. I am tall, curvy, and white. She is short, thin, and black. She doesnt have any makeup on, and yet she is one of the prettiest women here. I dont tell her that, because I know what shed say. Shed say thats irrelevant. Shed say we shouldnt be complimenting each other on our looks or competing with each other over who is prettier. Shes got a point, so I keep it to myself. I have known Gabby since we were both fourteen years old. We sat next to each other in earth science class the first day of high school. The friendship was fast and everlasting. We were Gabby and Hannah, Hannah and Gabby, one name rarely mentioned without the other in tow. I moved in with her and her parents, Carl and Tina, when my family left for London. Carl and Tina treated me as if I were their own. They coached me through applying for schools, made sure I did my homework, and kept me on a curfew. Carl routinely tried to persuade me to become a doctor, like him and his father. By then, he knew that Gabby wouldnt follow on his path. She already knew she wanted to work in public service. I think Carl figured I was his last shot. But Tina instead encouraged me to find my own way. Unfortunately, Im still not sure what that way is. But back then, I just assumed it would all fall into place, that the big things in life would take care of themselves. After we went off to college, Gabby in Chicago, myself in Boston, we still talked all the time but started to find new lives for ourselves. Freshman year, she became friends with another black student at her school named Vanessa. Gabby would tell me about their trips to the nearby mall and the parties they went to. Id have bee Details ISBN1476776881 Author Taylor Jenkins Reid Pages 352 Publisher Simon & Schuster ISBN-10 1476776881 ISBN-13 9781476776880 Format Paperback Imprint Simon & Schuster Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States DEWEY 813.6 Short Title MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE Language English Media Book Subtitle A Novel Audience General/Trade UK Release Date 2016-01-14 Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-01-14 AU Release Date 2016-01-14 NZ Release Date 2016-01-14 US Release Date 2016-01-14 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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