A rom-com-obsessed romantic waiting for her perfect leading man learns that life doesn’t always go according to a script in this delightfully charming and funny novel.
Annie Cassidy dreams of being the next Nora Ephron. She spends her days writing screenplays, rewatching Sleepless in Seattle, and waiting for her movie-perfect meet-cute. If she could just find her own Tom Hanks—a man who’s sweet, sensitive, and possibly owns a houseboat—her problems would disappear and her life would be perfect. But Tom Hanks is nowhere in sight.
When a movie starts filming in her neighborhood and Annie gets a job on set, it seems like a sign. Then Annie meets the lead actor, Drew Danforth, a cocky prankster who couldn’t be less like Tom Hanks if he tried. Their meet-cute is more of a meet-fail, but soon Annie finds herself sharing some classic rom-com moments with Drew. Her Tom Hanks can’t be an actor who’s leaving town in a matter of days...can he?
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This was a lovely,cute and lighthearted story.I liked the premise and the consept, I find it refreshing!The story is about Annie,who is a writer and obsessed with rom coms.Who doesn't like them? I love them!
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A romantic comedy is set to film in Annie's hometown and she gets a job as the director’s assistant.Soon she gets to know the lead actor, Drew Danforth and she isn't impressed with him.
Annie was an interesting heroine, I can't say I loved her all the time.She was cute but sometimes she frustrated me.However, in the end I liked her!
It's a fun and cute read so if you like rom com I'm sure you are going to enjoy it.
EXCERPT:
I blink a few times, staring straight into Drew Danforth’s face.
It’s like when you’re a kid and there’s a solar eclipse,
and all the teachers are like, “Don’t look directly into the sun!
You’ll destroy your retinas!”
but there’s always that one kid
(Johnny Berger, in our class) who can’t stop staring.
In this situation, I’m Johnny Berger.
And I guess Drew Danforth is the sun.
“Are you okay?” he asks again, enunciating his words even more
as if me understanding him is the problem.
His brown eyes, I notice, are flecked with tiny bits of gold,
which is something you can’t see when you watch him on TV.
His hair is just as voluminous as it seems in pictures,
but in person, I have the almost overwhelming urge to touch it,
to reach out and pull on that one lock of hair that hangs over his
forehead.“She’s not responding.” He turns to Chloe.
“Is something wrong?”“She’s French,” Chloe says without
missing a beat. “She only speaks French.”
“I’m not French,” I say, breaking my silence.
Chloe and Drew’s heads swivel to look at me.
“I’m sorry about your coat,” I whisper, then I run toward Nick’s.
Chloe bursts in the door behind me, the bell jingling in her wake.
“I’m not French?” she screeches. “Those are the first words you
spoke to Drew Danforth? Really?”
“Well then, why did you tell him I was French?”
I shout, ignoring the curious stares of everyone working on their
laptops and the calming melody of whatever Nick put on to
replace the Doobies.“I don’t know!”
She throws her hands in the air.
“You weren’t talking, so I thought I’d give you an interesting
backstory!”
I put my hands over my face. “This is ridiculous.”
“No,” Chloe says, grabbing me by the shoulders.
“This is your meet-cute, and now you need to go back out there
and find him and say something that isn’t a negation of your
Frenchness or an apology for destroying his probably very
expensive coat.”
“Meet what?”
Nick stares at us from behind the counter, a dishtowel in his hand.
“A meet-cute,” Chloe stands up straight, shoulders back,
as if she’s delivering a Romantic Comedy 101 lecture to Nick and
his patrons, “is the quirky, adorable,
cute way the hero and heroine of a romantic comedy meet.”
Everyone stares at her blankly.
“Or hero and hero. Or heroine and heroine.
Not to be heteronormative,” she clarifies.
“Like how me and Martha met at her wedding,” Gary says.
Chloe thinks about it. “I don’t know that I would necessarily
call that one a meet-cute, but sure, Gary.”
“Did you just make that up?” Nick asks, arms crossed.
I shake my head. “No. It’s a thing.”
“Watch a romantic comedy, dude,” Tobin says.
Nick rolls his eyes.
“Anyway,” Chloe continues, “Annie straight up ran into
Drew Danforth and spilled a cup of coffee all over his coat,
which is, like, the cutest of meets.”
“That doesn’t sound very cute,” Nick says skeptically,
rubbing the scruff on his chin. “Was it still hot?”
“Scalding,” I say, sinking into my chair and resting my head
on the table.
“Sounds like a meet painful,” says Gary, and a few people laugh.
“Thanks,” I mutter. “I’m so glad you all find my embarrassment
entertaining.”“Annie!” Chloe sits down across from me
as a customer walks in and the rest of the shop stops
paying attention to us. “This isn’t embarrassing.
This is merely a story I’ll tell in my toast at your wedding to Drew
.”I lift my head to look at her.
“I hate to break this to you, but I don’t think he’s my Tom Hanks.
I think he’s just a famous guy with a possible third-degree
burn on his chest. And now my first day on set is going to
be super awkward because I accidentally assaulted the lead
actor with a beverage.”
Chloe’s about to say something, but then a song starts and
she closes her mouth, looking up toward the speakers.
“I swear to God, I told Nick not to play any more Bon Iver.
It makes people look up their exes on Instagram, not buy coffee.
I’m gonna go put on some Hall and Oates.”
As she walks away, I rest my head on the table again.
As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to have my uncle get me
a job on set, now I have to deal with this.
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