A jaded twentysomething is stuck living at home, her life on pause, when a single dad becomes her new neighbor and unexpectedly sets her life—and her heart—into motion in this modern love story from the bestselling author of You, Again.Sometimes love shows up where you least expect it—right next door.At twenty-six, Sam Pulaski expected to be thriving in her academic career, living on her own in some exciting city. Expectations meet She has massive student loan debt from studying art history, a dead-end service industry job, a situationship that’s equal parts intoxicating and toxic. And she’s been crashing in her mom’s condo—at least it’s not a basement?—for the last five years. If she can finally get accepted into a PhD program and get out of Ohio, the adult life that’s been on hold for half her twenties will finally begin.Her mom’s new neighbor, Nick, is the ultimate grown-up. His adult life began the moment his nine-year-old daughter, Kira, was born. Her happiness is Nick’s only priority, especially in the wake of divorce. There’s nothing he won’t do for Kira, including giving up his globe-trotting career for something more stable . . . like managing a chain restaurant.Sam has zero interest in an ultra-dependable guy pushing forty; frankly, she’s a little afraid of kids. But with just one thin wall separating the two condos, Nick proves difficult to avoid. His quiet confidence forces Sam to grapple with the other men in her her emotionally derelict friendwithbenefits and her actually derelict father. As her unexpected connection with Nick heats up (and steams up his minivan windows), Sam finds herself falling fast for a man whose life is steady and settled—while hers is anything but.
This book does't quite have the same magic as the author's last book but it was still very charming! I was hoping for a bit more oomph once the romance took off but it almost felt like it was over before it began. Still, loved the characters and the idea of this book so much. Give it a try!
Aside from the fact that my dad and her mom are siblings, we had exactly one thing in common: our respective rugs being yanked from beneath our feet just as our lives were supposed to get interesting. We both went away to college ... and ended up back in Ohio, living with our parents. That was enough of an injustice to yoke us together in shared indignation. We achieved a comfort level of scrolling our own phones in silence, without one of us suggesting that we do something more productive. I believe this is the highest form of companionship: rotting, alone together.
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