Before We Were Strangers: A Love Story by Ren?e Carlino (English) Paperback Book

Description: Before We Were Strangers by Renée Carlino Synopsis coming soon....... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist "missed connection" post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldnt stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didnt see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didnt know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now Ive spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M Author Biography Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and the bestselling author of Sweet Thing, Nowhere But Here, After the Rain, Before We Were Strangers, Swear on This Life, and Wish You Were Here. She grew up in Southern California and lives in the San Diego area with her husband and two sons. To learn more, visit ReneeCarlino.com. Review "Before We Were Strangers is as steamy as it is sweet. With two characters who are meant to be but just cant get the timing right, Renée Carlino has mastered the missed connection. I found myself rooting for Matt and Grace at every turn and aching to crawl into the book to go back to the 90s to join them. Evocative, tender, and satisfying, Carlino has outdone herself." -- Taylor Jenkins Reid, author of Maybe in Another Life, After I Do, and Forever Interrupted"Powerful and poignant, Before We Were Strangers captures the magic and heartache of first love. I couldnt turn the pages fast enough." -- Tracey Garvis-Graves, New York Times bestselling author of On the Island and Covet"I loved every single thing about this book! Nostalgia, first love, the echo of heartbreak, the rocky road to where you were always meant to be—this book has everything and then some. You cant help but be transported." -- Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author of Better When Hes Bad"Sometimes we need a reminder that love is worth fighting for. Before We Were Strangers is a beautiful, real, heartfelt reminder." -- Kim Holden, author of Gus and Bright Side"I felt like I found a piece of my soul in this book. Ive highlighted so many lines to use as a reference for daily inspiration. I was that moved." -- Kim Jones, author of Red"Compelling and evocative. Matt and Graces story will pull at your heartstrings while reminding you that true love can conquer the most difficult challenges. This is Renée Carlinos best, most poignant work to date." -- Vilmas Book Blog"Exquisitely written… I highly recommend this if youre in the mood for a really great, heartfelt journey, loaded [with] angst and healing, all in the name of true love." -- Maryses Book Blog"One of the most romantic, heartfelt, and consuming books Ive ever read. To say that Im in love with it would feel like the biggest understatement, ever… Im blessed, so insanely lucky, to have found a story that I finished reading with tears in my eyes and a more beautiful outlook on life, love, and believing in second chances." -- Book Baristas"Ms. Carlino has a flair for dreamy, passionate love stories that warm our hearts and feed every romantic bone in our bodies, but this time around, she has given us a true gem, a timeless tale of a never-ending love set against the backdrop of a magical city she captured oh-so perfectly, a tale that I suspect will become a favourite for many." -- Natasha is a Book Junkie"This is Renée Carlinos BEST. WORK. YET. This book broke my heart and built it up all over again and is complete and utter perfection. Just read it…. My words wont do it justice. This is most definitely one of my favorites of 2015 and a book that I will never ever forget Review Quote "With Rene Carlinos highly anticipated fifth release, Id say she has finally found her writers groove: she knows whats up and how to bring it… What sets Carlino and Before We Were Strangers apart from all the other romance novels, in this incredibly fast-moving market, is her ability to set the tone and bring the stage to life… No doubt, Before We Were Strangers will satisfy any voracious romance reader. This novel is writing at its best, and then some." Excerpt from Book Before We Were Strangers 1. Do You Still Think of Me? MATT Life was passing me by at high speed as I sat back with my feet up, rejecting change, ignoring the world, shrugging off anything that threatened to have meaning or relevance. I categorically disagreed with all things current. I despised the use of emojis, the word meta, and people who talked on their phones in line. Dont even get me started on gentrification. There were twenty-one Starbucks within a three-block radius of the building I worked in. Recording studios, film labs, and record stores were dying, if not already vacant corpses turned cupcake shops or blow-dry bars. They had stopped playing music videos on MTV and had banned smoking in bars. I didnt recognize New York anymore. These are the things I pondered while sitting in my four-by-four cubicle at National Geographic. It hadnt felt National or Geographic since I had taken a desk job there a few years before. I had come out of the field, where I had seen everything, and I went into a hole, where I saw nothing. I was in the middle of the city I loved, back in her arms again, but we were strangers. I was still hanging on to the past and I didnt know why. Scott smacked me square on the back. "Hey, buddy. Brooklyn for lunch?" "Why so far?" I was sitting at my desk, fidgeting with the battery in my phone. "Theres a pizza place I want you to try, Ciccios. You heard of it?" "We can get good pizza on Fifth." "No, you have to try this place, Matt. Its phenomenal." "Whats phenomenal, the pizza or the staff?" Since my divorce a few years ago, Scott--boss, friend, and eternal bachelor--had high hopes that Id become his permanent wingman. It was impossible to talk him out of anything, especially when it involved women and food. "You got me. You have to see this girl. Well call it a work meeting. Ill put it on the company card." Scott was the type who talked about women a lot and about porn even more. He was severely out of touch with reality. "Im sure this qualifies as sexual harassment somewhere." He leaned against the top of the cubicle partition. He had a nice-looking face and was always smiling, but if you didnt see him for a week, youd forget what he looked like. "Well take the subway." "Hey, guys." My ex-wife walked by, sipping a cup of coffee. I ignored her. "Hey, Liz," Scott said and then stared at her ass as she walked away. He turned to me. "Is it weird to work with her and Brad?" "Ive always worked with her and Brad." "Yeah, but she was your wife and now shes Brads wife." "I honestly dont care anymore." I stood up and grabbed my jacket. "Thats a good sign. I believe you. Thats how I know youre ready for some strange." I often ignored these types of comments from Scott. "I need to stop by Verizon first and get a new battery," I said, waving my phone. "What is that?" "A cell phone. Pretty sure youve seen one before." "First of all, no one says cell phone anymore. Second, thats not a phone; thats an artifact. We should ship it to the Smithsonian and get you an iPhone." On the way out, we passed Kitty, the coffee cart girl. "Hello, gentlemen." I smiled. "Kitty." She blushed. Scott said nothing until we got into the elevator. "You should tap that. She totally wants you." "Shes a child." "Shes a college graduate. I hired her." "Not my type. Her name is Kitty." "All right, now youre just being mean." He seemed minimally offended on Kittys behalf. "Im fine. Why is it everyones mission in life to set me up? Im fine." "Clocks a-tickin." "Guys dont have clocks." "Youre thirty-six." "Thats young." "Not compared to Kitty." The elevator doors opened and we stepped into the lobby. A giant print of one of my photos ran the length of a wall. "See that, Matt? That gets women wet." "Its a picture of an Iraqi child holding an automatic weapon." "The Pulitzer you got for it, genius, not the picture." He crossed his arms over his chest. "That was a good year for you." "Yeah, it was. Professionally, anyway." "Im telling you, you have to use that to your advantage. You have a moderate amount of celebrity because of that photo. Its worked in my favor." "How did it work for you, exactly?" "I mightve borrowed your name for a night. Once or twice." I laughed. "Thats disgraceful, man." "Kittys into you. You should give that little hottie what she wants. You know therere rumors about her." "Even more reason to stay away." "No, good rumors. Like shes crazy. A little animal." "And thats good how?" We made our way outside and headed for the subway station on West 57th to catch the F train. Midtown is always congested at that hour, but we were nearing the end of winter. The sun beating down between the buildings drew even more people out onto the street. I weaved in and out of the masses while Scott trailed me. Right before we reached the station entrance he spoke loudly from behind. "Shed probably be into anal." I stopped and faced him at the top of the steps going down. "Scott, this conversation is wrong in so many ways. Lets just end it here, okay?" "Im your boss." "Exactly." I trotted down the steps toward the turnstiles. There was an old woman playing a violin at the bottom of the steps. Her clothes were dingy and her hair was a gray, matted mess. The strings on her bow were hanging off, like floating foxtails, but she was playing Brahms flawlessly. When I threw five bucks in her case, she smiled. Scott shook his head and pulled me along. "Im trying to keep you happy and productive, Matt." I swiped my Metro card. "Give me a raise. That will keep me happy and productive." The station was crowded. A train was pulling up, but we were stuck behind a huge group of people who were pushing toward the front like they had somewhere important to be. Scott was content to hang back and stare at a woman who had her back toward us. She stood near the edge of the platform, rocking from heel to toe, balancing on the thick yellow line. There was something striking about her. Scott elbowed me and then waggled his eyebrows and mouthed "nice ass." I wanted to punch him in the neck. The more I looked at the woman, the more I felt drawn to her. She had one thick blonde braid running down her back. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her black coat, and it occurred to me that, like a child, she was teetering joyously to the rhythm of the violin echoing against the station walls. When the train finally pulled up, she let people rush past her and then stepped in at the last second. Scott and I stood on the yellow line, waiting for the next, less-crowded train. Just as the train doors closed, she turned around. Our eyes locked. I blinked. Holy shit. "Grace?" She pressed her hand to the glass and mouthed, "Matt?" but the train was pulling away. Without thinking about it, I ran. I ran like a crazy person to the end of the platform, my hand outstretched, willing the train to stop, my eyes never leaving hers. And when I ran out of platform, I watched the train fly into the darkness until she was gone. When Scott caught up to me, he looked at me cautiously. "Whoa, man. What was that about? You look like you saw a ghost." "Not a ghost. Grace." "Whos Grace?" I was stunned, staring into the void that had swallowed her. "A girl I used to know." "What, like the one who got away?" Scott asked. "Something like that." "I had one of those. Janie Bowers, first girl to give me a blowie. I beat it to that image until I was, like, thirty." I ignored him. All I could think about was Grace. Scott went on. "She was a cheerleader. Hung around my high school lacrosse team. They all called her the Therapist. I didnt know why. I thought she was gonna be my girlfriend after that blowie." "No, not like that," I said. "Grace and I dated in college, right before I met Elizabeth." "Oh, like that. Well, she looked good. Maybe you should try to get in touch with her." "Yeah, maybe," I said, but thought theres no way shed still be single. I LET BRODY, the seventeen year-old salesperson at Verizon, talk me into the newest iPhone. It actually costs eight dollars less a month to have a newer phone. Nothing in this world made sense to me anymore. I was distracted while signing the documents because the image of Grace, on the train, floating off into the darkness, had been running on a constant loop in my mind since we had left the station. Over pizza, Scott showed me how to play Angry Birds. I thought that was a big step toward overcoming my technology phobia. The girl Scott was hoping to see wasnt working so we ate our pizza and headed back to the office. Once I was back at my cubicle, I Googled Grace Details ISBN1501105779 Pages 320 Year 2015 ISBN-10 1501105779 ISBN-13 9781501105777 Format Paperback Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Short Title BEFORE WE WERE STRANGERS Language English Media Book DEWEY 813.6 Subtitle A Love Story Publisher Atria Books Imprint Atria Books Publication Date 2015-08-27 UK Release Date 2015-08-27 NZ Release Date 2015-08-27 US Release Date 2015-08-27 Author Renée Carlino Audience General AU Release Date 2015-08-31 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:92048511;

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