Alexandra grew up hungry. Hungry for food, hungry for safety, hungry for love. Which is why she's worked so hard to have it a beautiful home, a gorgeous doctor boyfriend, and an ambitious job matching individuals with... unconventional emotional responses. Sure, her clients may sit somewhere on the psychopathy scale. But they're not the dangerous, murderous kind. They're doctors, lawyers, teachers, and everyone deserves love.And that's exactly what Alex thinks she's found. Love. So she's floored when she arrives to her dinner with her boyfriend, expecting a ring in a little box, and instead finding her best friend sat at the table with him. They have news. They're together now. And apparently her birthday dinner is the best time to share the news.Suddenly, Alex's world implodes. She has lost the two people in the world closest to her, her only support. She's utterly alone, her future in pieces. So when she unexpectedly bumps into a client, Rebecca, and Rebecca seems to want to be friends, it feels like a lifeline.But then Alex's now ex turns up dead, then more people around her seem to be dropping like flies. And she can't help but wonder if this new friendship is a match made in hell.



This book had some of the darkest childhood depictions I've ever read, which shouldn't have surprised me given the blurb but still did. It was this weird mix of romance/searching for love and really dark shit. I liked it - definitely unique. Give this a try!
THE WEDDING WAS THE end of the story. That was true in romantic comedies and classic novels alike. There was a woman (overworked and undersexed) and a man (rich and hot) who underwent a series of trials and tribulations until they finally found their way together.
I grew up on stories like that. My mother loved romantic comedies. It was a facet of her personality that might have been surprising for people who were familiar with her only from tabloid stories or podcasts that described her as someone who was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.
We would spend evenings together in front of the television—just the two of us-curled up on the couch with a pile of snacks, watching the hilarious escapades of people falling for one another. I'd never bought into the moral panic surrounding television consumption, whether it was in response to too much violence or to too much sex. People were more than their viewing habits. Still, those nights with my mother were some of the most influential times of my life, impacting not only my romantic dreams but my career aspirations as well.
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