Alexander is the new guy in town. He’s just lost his job in New York City. Broke, and with his lease ending, he offers to help his family by leaving Queens, coming to Greenleaf and cleaning out the house of his recently deceased hoarder grandmother. Figuring he’ll also spend the time working on his long-planned, but never worked on book about how to fix everything in society, he heads to the library to grab some research books. There he meets Eleanor. After they bond over similar book tastes, breaks the rules to get him a library card.
Through thrift shop visits, lazy Sunday mornings, partying with friends, and lots of nights out at the local bar, Eleanor and Alexander realize that they have much in common; their their lower middle class backgrounds, their views about the world and morality, and their interest in the most insane and obscure self-published literature imaginable. Though he's always prided himself on wanting to take risks to follow his dreams and she’s always felt safest in the small town she’s always known.
Life's not always about finding your soulmate. Sometime’s it about the one you call when you get drunk eight months later, the one whose picture online makes you smile but who you know would never really make you happy. It’s about that nagging voice in your head that never shuts up, even when things are going really well. It’s about being thirty and realizing that you actually do know who you are and you actually can figure out a little bit about life, jobs, family, pets, music casseroles and love.
The truth that you don’t always fall in love. Sometimes you just fall in like. And those count too.
|The author looking cute.|