This Time Next Year: A GMA Book Club Pick (A Novel) by Sophie Cousens (English)

Description: This Time Next Year by Sophie Cousens THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER IS NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE!A GOOD MORNING AMERICA BOOK CLUB PICKTheir lives began together, but their worlds couldnt be more different. After thirty years of missed connections, theyre about to meet again...Minnie Cooper knows two things with certainty: that her New Years birthday is unlucky, and that its all because of Quinn Hamilton, a man shes never met. Their mothers gave birth to them at the same hospital just after midnight on New Years Day, but Quinn was given the cash prize for being the first baby born in London in 1990--and the name Minnie was meant to have, as well. With luck like that, its no wonder each of her birthdays has been more of a disaster than the one before.When Minnie unexpectedly runs into Quinn at a New Years party on their mutual thirtieth birthday, she sees only more evidence that fortune has continued to favor him. The gorgeous, charming business owner truly seems to have it all--while Minnies on the brink of losing her pie-making company and her home. But if Quinn and Minnie are from different worlds, why do they keep bumping into each other? And why is it that each fraught encounter leaves them both wanting more?A moving, joyful love story, This Time Next Year explores the way fate leads us to the people we least expect--no matter what the odds. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Sophie Cousens worked as a TV producer in London for more than twelve years and now lives on the island of Jersey in the UK, balancing her writing career with working for an arts charity and taking care of her two small children. This Time Next Year is her first novel. Review "[A] second-chance romance that makes you feel unabashedly hopeful." –Refinery29"[A] cute contemporary romantic comedy...The characters in this page-turning novel are richly drawn and transform substantially, especially Minnie, and all suggest that maybe happy ever after is up to us."—NPR Books"If you make time for just one holiday read this year, make it Sophie Cousenss This Time Next Year."—PopSugar"With its distinctive British charm and New Years Eve midnight magic, this swoony debut holiday love story is about two people whose paths have crossed numerous times."—Parade"Set in London, this romance novel is a moving and joyful exploration of fate and unexpected connections, making it a delightful read for those who love heartwarming love stories with a touch of serendipity." —BiblioLifestyle"Its quirkier than Bridget Jones, and the friendships in the story ring absolutely true. . . . Sophie Cousens does a brilliant job of creating a cast of characters that readers instantly feel close to. . . . I adored this book." —First for Women"If you want to finish your year, or kick off 2023, with a New Years themed read, then This Time Next Year is perfect!" —HerCampus"[A] touching debut...Flashbacks to New Years past and subplots...add depth, while hilarious secondary characters inject levity in just the right places...Cousenss debut is ripe with both emotional vulnerability and zaniness."—Publishers Weekly"A brilliantly written story about love, redemption, friendship, and self-empowerment… This book is an absolute delight… [and] a feel-good tale to cozy up with."—San Francisco Book Review"This Time Next Year is a clever, offbeat romantic comedy...Cousenss colorful, quirky cast becomes embroiled in big, memorable scenes...Rom-com readers will revel in Cousenss wry, lively story, which probes themes of self-discovery, acceptance and forgiveness, and the abiding nature of friendship."—Shelf Awareness"A funny, pull-at-your-heartstrings read, this is the perfect companion for curling up with hot chocolate and a blanket. Unashamedly romantic and packed full of holiday sparkle, its a hug in book form."—Josie Silver, author of One Day in December"Sparkling and uplifting."—Mhairi McFarlane, author of If I Never Met You "Heart-warming and unashamedly romantic."—Ruth Jones, author of Us Three"Swooningly romantic...I didnt want to put it down"—Kirsty Greenwood, author of He Will Be Mine"A beautiful debut full of heart, soul and serendipity with characters you cant help but fall in love with."—Alex Brown, author of A Postcard from Italy"This Time Next Year will make you laugh, cry and keep reading long into the night - its the escapist read everyone needs right now."—Holly Martin, author of Autumn Skies Over Ruby Falls Review Quote "[A] touching debut...Flashbacks to New Years past and subplots...add depth, while hilarious secondary characters inject levity in just the right places...Cousenss debut is ripe with both emotional vulnerability and zaniness."-- Publishers Weekly " This Time Next Year is a clever, offbeat romantic comedy...Cousenss colorful, quirky cast becomes embroiled in big, memorable scenes...Rom-com readers will revel in Cousenss wry, lively story, which probes themes of self-discovery, acceptance and forgiveness, and the abiding nature of friendship."-- Shelf Awareness "A funny, pull-at-your-heartstrings read, this is the perfect companion for curling up with hot chocolate and a blanket. Unashamedly romantic and packed full of holiday sparkle, its a hug in book form."--Josie Silver, author of One Day in December "Sparkling and uplifting."--Mhairi McFarlane, author of If I Never Met You "Heart-warming and unashamedly romantic."--Ruth Jones, author of Us Three "Swooningly romantic...I didnt want to put it down"--Kirsty Greenwood, author of He Will Be Mine "A beautiful debut full of heart, soul and serendipity with characters you cant help but fall in love with."--Alex Brown, author of A Postcard from Italy " This Time Next Year will make you laugh, cry and keep reading long into the night - its the escapist read everyone needs right now."--Holly Martin, author of Autumn Skies Over Ruby Falls Excerpt from Book New Years Eve 2019 The Night Jam was rammed. Pounding music pulsed through the club and the walls felt sticky with sweat, alcohol, and likely worse. Minnie held tightly to Gregs hand as they jostled through the crowd near the door. "Were never going to get to the bar," Greg shouted back to her. "What?" Minnie yelled back, her ears adjusting to the heavy bass. "We wont be able to get a drink before midnight. I dont even know where Lucys party is," said Greg. He pointed upward, indicating they should try to push their way upstairs to the terrace on the mezzanine above. Minnie looked at her watch-it was ten to midnight. So far, this whole evening was only validating her hatred of New Years Eve. Why hadnt she stayed at home and gone to bed early? Then she remembered that her heating had been cut off-shed come out to keep warm. And Greg had been determined to go to his work friends party; she would have felt like a bad girlfriend if shed made him go alone. Minnie let herself be dragged through the throng of pulsating bodies. Finally, they emerged from the crush, stepping out into the cool night air where the thumping bass from the club settled to a more manageable decibel. "Watch it!" Greg said, pushing a drunk guy out of his way. Greg glared at the man, trying to make him notice hed spilled his beer on someone, but the man was too far gone to care. "I did warn you about spending New Year with me," said Minnie. "Will you stop with this jinxed stuff?" said Greg, shaking his head. "Honestly, its a thing; bad things happen to me at New Years. I wouldnt be surprised if this whole building went up in flames before the nights out. Or perhaps a very small asteroid lands right where Im standing." "I dont think were having a terrible night because youre jinxed; I think were having a terrible night because you dragged us to dinner at weird Alans house on the other side of the galaxy. Now were arriving at a party two seconds to midnight when everyones high on moon juice and . . . come in, Star Command?" Greg lifted a finger to his ear, pausing to listen to an imaginary transmission. "Mission control says were not even at the right party." "Permission to abort the mission?" Minnie asked hopefully. "Denied," said Greg. Minnie and Greg had been dating for five months. Theyd met at a march outside City Hall, protesting the lack of affordable housing in London. Greg was the journalist covering the story and Minnie was there supporting Mrs. Melvin, a lady she had been delivering food to since the early days of her business. Minnie and her friend Leila had made a sign for the march that read housing is a human right, but theyd used too much paint on the first H so it looked a bit like an M. On the march, Minnie, Leila, and Mrs. Melvin found themselves walking next to a group of people dressed as large cats wearing monocles and top hats. One wore a T-shirt that read say no to the fat cats! Greg ran over to take a photo of Minnies sign with the fat cats in the foreground. He shook his head, laughing as he snapped away. "Why are you laughing?" Minnie shouted crossly. "Maybe the cats are so fat because of all the mousing?" Greg said, pointing to her sign. Leila looked and laughed. Minnie rolled her eyes. "It doesnt say mousing," she said, hand firmly on her hip. "It does look like it says mousing, Minnie," said Leila. "Minnie Mouse, this photo will make a great front page," said Greg with a sly smile. "Youd better not," said Minnie, trying not to laugh. She liked men who could make her laugh. She was instantly drawn to Gregs sarcastic manner and his angular features. He had a neatly trimmed brown beard and distinctive, dark-rimmed glasses. Once they started dating, Minnie discovered that it wasnt just for work that Greg liked to make up headlines-he enjoyed captioning everything she did. When Minnie tripped on a step he would say, "Stunner trips on stairs: Stairs seek legal advice; chances are theyre going down!" Or when she took the last banana in his fruit bowl, hed pipe up in an American drawl, "Fruit bowl homicide still unsolved: Did victim go bananas? Cross the lime? Or was it simply a case of sour grapes?" Puns were his thing. But Greg wasnt making any jokes this evening. "Look, you stay here," he said with a sigh, looking around the balcony, "Ill go back through and try to find this private room." "OK, well, if an asteroid lands in your absence, I can only say good-bye, I told you so, and happy New Year," Minnie replied, trying to sound upbeat. As Greg walked away, Minnie turned to look out at the London skyline and shivered. The city exuded a sense of serenity in sharp contrast to the atmosphere of the club. The buildings were bathed in silver moonlight and the night sky was still and cloudless. Minnie wished she could transport herself to the top of another empty skyscraper just to lie down on the flat roof and gaze up at the stars, unfettered by other people. "Ten, nine, eight . . ." People were starting the countdown. "Seven, six, five . . ." Minnie looked at all the couples pulling together in anticipation of the midnight kiss. She was glad Greg wasnt there to kiss her. She never understood why the end of the year had to be marked with the ridiculous convention of everyone locking lips in unison. People behaving like lemmings, following the herd. "Four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" An explosion of fireworks erupted in the sky, illuminating the city beneath in a shower of multicolored lights. Huge bursts of energy ignited in the darkness, miniature universes flaring into existence only to fade to extinction moments later. Minnie wondered at all that effort for such a fleeting display of brilliance. The city buildings below looked still and stately, unmoved by the frenzy of activity above them. On the balcony of the club, the fireworks cast ugly shadows onto the spaced-out faces of intoxicated people as they swayed and swerved through the crowd. Light shone into grimy corners, full of cigarette butts and discarded plastic glasses. A group of girls tottering about in high heels pushed into her and Minnie had to grab the railing to stay upright. "Happy birthday to me," Minnie said quietly to herself. Then she felt a warm, wet sensation as one of the girls vomited down her back. By the time Greg returned, the terrace had thinned out and Minnie was sitting on the floor by the railings waiting for him. "What are you wearing? Wheres your top?" asked Greg. Minnie had folded her sodden shirt into her bag and was now only wearing a gray tank top with frayed spaghetti straps. "Someone was sick on my shirt," she said, hugging her arms around herself. "Oh dear. Well, its a bit X-rated like that." Greg cupped a hand in front of his mouth to make a pretend microphone. "Weather report in-theres a storm in a D-cup presenting itself." "Well, its this or vomit-couture," Minnie said, pulling up her top self-consciously. Shed never dream of wearing an outfit this revealing in public. She felt very exposed. "Did you find the party or not?" Greg nodded. He led her back through the club, up another staircase, and then through a double door covered in red velvet, pillared by two bald security guards. "I was here just a minute ago-were here for the birthday party," Greg explained. The security guard waved them through, glancing at Minnies chest as she walked past. Minnie folded her arms in front of her. The party on the other side of the red velvet door was everything that the room they had come from was not: The music was at a normal volume, the crowd looked beautifully dressed and sophisticated, waiters were topping up champagne and nobody was being sick over anyone. The exterior curved wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling glass, giving an incredible 180-degree view of the city of London beyond. Minnie immediately felt intimidated. This was a rich persons party, a black tie one at that-she couldnt look more out of place. Minnie had cooked for enough rich people to know how they reacted to people like her; they would patronize her or, worse, look right through her. If she had been wearing the right armor she could have done a good impression of someone who didnt care, but her skimpy vest top was not it. "Greg! You didnt tell me it was black tie," she hissed. "Black tie is a bourgeois construct, Minnie. I wouldnt wear it to my own funeral." Greg scanned the room and then waved to a tall blond girl in a tight red dress. "Lucy!" The girl turned, gave a smile of recognition, then started making her way through the crowd toward them. "Better late than never, hey," Greg said, reaching out to touch her arm. "This is Minnie. Someone was sick on her shirt on the way in." "Hi," said Lucy. Her pillowy lips closed over perfect straight teeth into a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about the sick. Its ridiculous they make you wade through all the plebes to get up to the VIP suite." Minnie shook her head, shrugging it off. "Quite a party," she said, looking around at all the free-flowing booze. How much would a party like this cost? "Its my boyfriends birthday on the first. We thought wed use it as an excuse to throw an excessive New Years Eve bash," Lucy said with a flick of her hand. Then she turned to Minnie with a beaming smile. "Hey, didnt Greg say you were a first of January baby too, Minnie?" "Oh, happy birthday," Greg said hurriedly. Lucy turned to look at him wide-eyed. "Greg, you didnt even wish her a happy birthday yet? Dump him, Minnie!" Lucy laughed and nudged Greg in the ribs. Greg blushed and looked at his feet. "Im not big on birthdays." Details ISBN059319120X Author Sophie Cousens Language English Year 2020 ISBN-10 059319120X ISBN-13 9780593191200 Format Paperback Publication Date 2020-12-01 DEWEY 823.92 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2020-12-01 NZ Release Date 2020-12-01 US Release Date 2020-12-01 UK Release Date 2020-12-01 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint G P Putnams Sons Pages 368 Audience General Subtitle A GMA Book Club Pick (A Novel) 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:141709983;

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