Maybe in Another Life
2015 • 352 pages
Ratings55
Average rating3.8
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Ratings55
Average rating3.8
"Hannah Martin's life isn't shaping up into much of anything. Since graduating college eight years ago, she has lived in six different cities and held countless meaningless jobs ... She takes up residence in her best friend Gabby's guest room. Along with Gabby and Gabby's husband Mark, [she goes] out to a bar where they meet up with some of [their] old friends, including Hannah's high school boyfriend, Ethan. Shortly after midnight, Gabby asks Hannah if she's ready to go. But then Ethan offers to give her a ride later if she wants to stay. Hannah hesitates. What happens if she leaves with Gabby? What happens if she leaves with Ethan? [This book] is told in two concurrent storylines following the consequences of each choice"--
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i don't even know how to express my love for TJR books at this point
this book seems pointless and trivial at times, but wraps up beautifully with conversations on the meaning of fate and soulmates. the converging yet intertwined timelines kept me hooked and i'm so glad i found the energy to just barrel through this book because i couldn't get enough. again, it's mostly the nosy person i am when it comes to life drama but also TJR knocks it out of the park every time
i'm running out of her books to read tho it's Spooky
Instead of going to sleep at a reasonable time, I read this in one sitting
2.5 stars. It isn't terrible, but it isn't good either. This book follows two parallel stories of a woman (who happens to be my age) trying to get her life together in LA. By exploring two different narratives, we see how life can change drastically because of one small decision — but also, how some things stay the same. It brings up (too explicitly for my taste) questions of fate. But really, at its core, this is a predictable romance novel. And romance novels aren't my thing.
Okay, that was really sweet. I'm a sucker for any sort of “Sliding Doors” type thing, so this was right up my alley.
