He’s cocky, treats all women like flavors of the week. But never so with his roommate, Anna. Because they’re friends. But what if all of a sudden, they are becoming more?
Some people are destined for glory. Others have to be dragged kicking and screaming out of clinical anxiety, fall in love with a charming, self-absorbed investor, and light a fire under a lifetime of inertia in order to get a crack at it. Anna—and her roommate, and she's starting to think, perhaps more, Ray—thinks she has what it takes to be a writer, if only she would write something; instead she’s hunkered down in a magazine’s publicity department for a difficult-to-like boss, promising herself she’ll do something to get noticed in editorial one day. When she accidentally humiliates said boss in a very public way, Anna's convinced her career is finito. Instead, she’s suspiciously given a New York City nightlife column for which Anna's dinner at the local, bed by nine, fashion-schmashion M.O. is an obscenely poor fit. Life is never all gravity or levity; and here its mix is at its messiest, hairiest, and somehow, its most romantic yet.
“Brodsky’s novel is funny and melancholy as Anna gets her life back on track and succeeds beyond anything she ever imagined.”
—Booklist
“A wonderful coming of age story.”
—Harriet Klausner
