In Five Years: A Novel PDF AZW3 EPUB MOBI TXT Download

A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A Good Morning America, FabFitFun, and Marie Claire Book Club Pick “In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won’t forget.” —Chloe Benjamin, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists ​Perfect for fans of Me Before You and One Day—a striking, powerful, and moving love story following an ambitious lawyer who experiences an astonishing vision that could change her life forever.Where do you see yourself in five years? Dannie Kohan lives her life by the numbers. She is nothing like her lifelong best friend—the wild, whimsical, believes-in-fate Bella. Her meticulous planning seems to have paid off after she nails the most important job interview of her career and accepts her boyfriend’s marriage proposal in one fell swoop, falling asleep completely content. But when she awakens, she’s suddenly in a different apartment, with a different ring on her finger, and beside a very different man. Dannie spends one hour exactly five years in the future before she wakes again in her own home on the brink of midnight—but it is one hour she cannot shake. In Five Years is an unforgettable love story, but it is not the one you’re expecting.

Rebecca Serle
March 2, 2021
288 pages

File Size: 46 MB
Available File Formats: PDF AZW3 DOCX EPUB MOBI TXT or Kindle audiobook Audio CD(Several files can be converted to each other)
Language: English, Francais, Italiano, Espanol, Deutsch, chinese

Praise for In Five Years: “What would you do if you glimpsed your life five years from now—and found that it was different, in every way, from what you hoped for and expected? Rebecca Serle pairs this inspired premise with deft, propulsive prose and characters who feel as real as friends. In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won’t forget.” —CHLOE BENJAMIN, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists“In Five Years is a profound tale of unconditional love and anguish with a touch of the mystical and mysterious.” —New York Journal of Books“You’ll devour it.” —Marie Claire“Rebecca Serle has a way of blending a little bit of magic into the every day.” —HelloGiggles“Rebecca Serle has a knack for writing beautiful stories that speak to the anxiety of forging a new road for oneself, of being brave enough to start all over.” —Bustle“Be prepared for deep emotions, a few laughs, and possibly a few tears as well. Reading this book is truly an experience.” —Seattle Book Review“Serle takes a fairly generic rom-com setup and turns it into something much deeper in this captivating exploration of friendship, loss, and love.” —Booklist”The novel is about the real meaning of love and friendship and the bonds that tie us all together.” ― Good Morning America“Heartbreaking, redemptive, and authentic in all the ways that make a book impossible to put down, I fell in love with this story. In five years, I will still be thinking about this beautiful novel.” —JAMIE FORD, New York Times bestselling author of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet“I adored In Five Years, it’s so poignant and tender. It broke my heart, such an unusual idea executed brilliantly, I didn’t see that twist coming! I’m a sucker for great love stories, and this one is just lovely. A keeper on my shelf!” —JOSIE SILVER, author of #1 New York Times bestseller and Reese’s Book Club pick One Day in December“In Five Years is more than just a love story; it’s a half dozen of them, none quite what you expect. Heartwarming, heartbreaking, and hard to put down, it’s a novel about romance, friendship, the magic of good bagels, and what happens after you get everything you always wanted.” —LAURIE FRANKEL, author of New York Times bestseller and Reese Witherspoon Hello Sunshine pick This Is How It Always Is“A heartwarming portrait of a broken heart finding a little healing magic.” —Kirkus Reviews“Serle’s whimsical tale is book club catnip.” —Publishers Weekly“When smart, thoughtful writing pairs with a compelling, ingenious plot I am hooked and so very happy. It’s been a long time since I read a novel in two sittings, but as soon as I started In Five Years, I was a goner. Loved it! Brava, Rebecca Serle.” —ELINOR LIPMAN, author of Good Riddance“I just finished In Five Years and—my heart—oh! What a clever, beautiful, special book. The writing is stunning, the concept is so original—it just has everything going for it. I loved every page.” —BETH O’LEARY, author of The Flatshare“With masterful storytelling and all the ingredients of a romantic comedy, Rebecca Serle weaves a story far deeper than the genre typically dares to go. In Five Years isn’t simply a book you will read, it is a book that will change you.” —JENNY MOLLEN, New York Times bestselling author of I Like You Just the Way I Am“I read it in one late night. Very, very clever. And lovely. The end is EXACTLY what it should be.” —ANSTEY HARRIS, author of Goodbye, Paris About the Author Rebecca Serle is the New York Times bestselling author of One Italian Summer, In Five Years, The Dinner List, and the young adult novels The Edge of Falling and When You Were Mine. Serle also developed the hit TV adaptation Famous in Love, based on her YA series of the same name. She is a graduate of USC and The New School and lives in Los Angeles. Find out more at Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Chapter One Twenty-five. That’s the number I count to every morning before I even open my eyes. It’s a meditative calming technique that helps your brain with memory, focus, and attention, but the real reason I do it is because that’s how long it takes my boyfriend, David, to get out of bed next to me and flip the coffee maker on, and for me to smell the beans. Thirty-six. That’s how many minutes it takes me to brush my teeth, shower, and put on face toner, serum, cream, makeup, and a suit for work. If I wash my hair, it’s forty-three. Eighteen. That’s the walk to work in minutes from our Murray Hill apartment to East Forty-Seventh Street, where the law offices of Sutter, Boyt and Barn are located. Twenty-four. That’s how many months I believe you should be dating someone before you move in with them. Twenty-eight. The right age to get engaged. Thirty. The right age to get married. My name is Dannie Kohan. And I believe in living by numbers. “Happy Interview Day,” David says when I walk into the kitchen. Today. December 15. I’m wearing a bathrobe, hair spun up into a towel. He’s still in his pajamas, and his brown hair has a significant amount of salt and pepper for someone who has not yet crossed thirty, but I like it. It makes him look dignified, particularly when he wears glasses, which he often does. “Thank you,” I say. I wrap my arms around him, kiss his neck and then his lips. I’ve already brushed my teeth, but David never has morning breath. Ever. When we first started dating, I thought he was getting up out of bed before me to swoosh some toothpaste in there, but when we moved in together, I realized it’s just his natural state. He wakes up that way. The same cannot be said of me. “Coffee is ready.” He squints at me, and my heart tugs at the look on his face, the way it scrunches all up when he’s trying to pay attention but doesn’t have his contacts in yet. He takes a mug down and then pours. I go to the refrigerator, and when he hands me the cup, I add a dollop of creamer. Coffee mate, hazelnut. David thinks it’s sacrilegious but he buys it, to indulge me. This is the kind of man he is. Judgmental, and generous. I take the coffee cup and go sit in our kitchen nook that overlooks Third Avenue. Murray Hill isn’t the most glamorous neighborhood in New York, and it gets a bad rap (every Jewish fraternity and sorority kid in the tristate area moves here after graduation. The average street style is a Penn sweatshirt), but there’s nowhere else in the city where we’d be able to afford a two-bedroom with a full kitchen in a doorman building, and between the two of us, we make more money than a pair of twenty-eight-year-olds has any right to. David works in finance as an investment banker at Tishman Speyer, a real estate conglomerate. I’m a corporate lawyer. And today, I have an interview at the top law firm in the city. Wachtell. The mecca. The pinnacle. The mythological headquarters that sits in a black-and-gray fortress on West Fifty-Second Street. The top lawyers in the country all work there. The client list is unfathomable; they represent everyone: Boeing. ING. AT&T. All of the biggest corporate mergers, the deals that determine the vicissitudes of our global markets, happen within their walls. I’ve wanted to work at Wachtell since I was ten years old and my father used to take me into the city for lunch at Serendipity and a matinee. We’d pass all the big buildings in Times Square, and then I’d insist we walk to 51 West Fifty-Second Street so I could gaze up at the CBS building, where Wachtell has historically had its offices since 1965. “You’re going to kill it today, babe,” David says. He stretches his arms overhead, revealing a slice of stomach. David is tall and lanky. All of his T-shirts are too small when he stretches, which I welcome. “You ready?” “Of course.” When this interview first came up, I thought it was a joke. A headhunter calling me from Wachtell, yeah right. Bella, my best friend—and the proverbial surprise-obsessed flighty blonde—must have paid someone off. But no, it was for real. Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz wanted to interview me. Today, December 15. I marked the date in my planner in Sharpie. Nothing was going to erase this. “Don’t forget we’re going to dinner to celebrate tonight,” David says. “I won’t know if I got the job today,” I tell him. “That’s not how interviews work.” “Really? Explain it to me, then.” He’s flirting with me. David is a great flirt. You wouldn’t think it, he’s so buttoned-up most of the time, but he has a great, witty mind. It’s one of the things I love most about him. It was one of the things that first attracted me to him. I raise my eyebrows at him and he downshifts. “Of course you’ll get the job. It’s in your plan.” “I appreciate your confidence.” I don’t push him, because I know what tonight is. David is terrible with secrets, and an even worse liar. Tonight, on this, the second month of my twenty-eighth year, David Andrew Rosen is going to propose to me. “Two Raisin Bran scoops, half a banana?” he asks. He’s holding out a bowl to me. “Big days are bagel days,” I say. “Whitefish. You know that.” Before we find out about a big case, I always stop at Sarge’s on Third Avenue. Their whitefish salad rivals Katz’s downtown, and the wait, even with a line, is never more than four and a half minutes. I revel in their efficiency. “Make sure you bring gum,” David says, sliding in next to me. I bat my eyes and take a sip of coffee. It goes down sweet and warm. “You’re here late,” I tell him. I’ve just realized. He should have been gone hours ago. He works market hours. It occurs to me he might not be going to the office at all today. Maybe he still has to pick up the ring. “I thought I’d see you off.” He flips his watch over. It’s an Apple. I got it for him for our two-year anniversary, four months ago. “But I should jet. I was going to work out.” David never works out. He has a monthly membership to Equinox I think he’s used maybe twice in two and a half years. He’s naturally lean, and runs sometimes on the weekends. The wasted expense is a point of contention between us, so I don’t bring it up this morning. I don’t want anything to get in the way of today, and certainly not this early. “Sure,” I say. “I’m gonna get ready.” “But you have time.” David pulls me toward him and threads a hand into the collar of my robe. I let it linger for one, two, three, four… “I thought you were late. And I can’t lose focus.” He nods. Kisses me. He gets it. “In that case, we’re doubling up tonight,” he says. “Don’t tease me.” I pinch his biceps. My cell phone is ringing where it sits plugged in on my nightstand in the bedroom, and I follow the noise. The screen fills with a photo of a blue-eyed, blond-haired shiksa goddess sticking her tongue sideways at the camera. Bella. I’m surprised. My best friend is only awake before noon if she’s been up all night. “Good morning,” I tell her. “Where are you? Not New York.” She yawns. I imagine her stretching on some seaside terrace, a silk kimono pooling around her. “Not New York. Paris,” she says. Well that explains her ability to speak at this hour. “I thought you were leaving this evening?” I have her flight on my phone: UA 57. Leaves Newark at 6:40 p.m. “I went early,” she says. “Dad wanted to do dinner tonight. Just to bitch about Mom, clearly.” She pauses, and I hear her sneeze. “What are you doing today?” Does she know about tonight? David would have told her, I think, but she’s also bad at keeping secrets—especially from me. “Big day for work and then we’re going to dinner.” “Right. Dinner,” she says. She definitely knows. I put the phone on speaker and shake out my hair. It will take me seven minutes to blow it dry. I check the clock: 8:57 a.m. Plenty of time. The interview isn’t until eleven. “I almost tried you three hours ago.” “Well, that would have been early.” “But you’d still pick up,” she says. “Lunatic.” Bella knows I leave my phone on all night. Bella and I have been best friends since we were seven years old. Me, Nice Jewish Girl from the Main Line of Philadelphia. Her, French-Italian Princess whose parents threw her a thirteenth birthday party big enough to stop any bat mitzvah in its tracks. Bella is spoiled, mercurial, and more than a little bit magical. It’s not just me. Everywhere she goes people fall at her feet. She is the easiest to love, and gives love freely. But she’s fragile, too. A membrane of skin stretches so thinly over her emotions it’s always threatening to burst. Her parents’ bank account is large and easily accessible, but their time and attention are not. Growing up, she practically lived at my house. It was always the two of us. “Bells, I gotta go. I have that interview today.” “That’s right! Watchman!” “Wachtell.” “What are you going to wear?” “Probably a black suit. I always wear a black suit.” I’m already mentally thumbing through my closet, even though I’ve had the suit chosen since they called me. “How thrilling,” she deadpans, and I imagine her scrunching up her small pin nose like she’s just smelled something unsavory. “When are you back?” I ask. “Probably Tuesday,” she says. “But I don’t know. Renaldo might meet me, in which case we’d go to the Riviera for a few days. You wouldn’t think it, but it’s great this time of year. No one is around. You have the whole place to yourself.” Renaldo. I haven’t heard his name in a beat. I think he was before Francesco, the pianist, and after Marcus, the filmmaker. Bella is always in love, always. But her romances, while intense and dramatic, never last for more than a few months. She rarely, if ever, calls someone her boyfriend. I think the last one might have been when we were in college. And what of Jacques? “Have fun,” I say. “Text me when you land and send me pictures, especially of Renaldo, for my files, you know.” “Yes, Mom.” “Love you,” I say. “Love you more.” I blow-dry my hair and keep it down, running a flat iron over the hairline and the ends so it doesn’t frizz up. I put on small pearl stud earrings my parents gave me for my college graduation, and my favorite Movado watch David bought me for Hanukkah last year. My chosen black suit, fresh from the dry cleaners, hangs on the back of my closet door. When I put it on, I add a red-and-white ruffled shirt underneath, in Bella’s honor. A little spark of detail, or life, as she would say. I come back into the kitchen and give a little spin. David’s made little to no progress on getting dressed or leaving. He’s definitely taking the day off. “What do we think?” I ask him. “You’re hired,” he says. He puts a hand on my hip and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. I smile at him. “That’s the plan,” I say. Sarge’s is predictably empty at 10 a.m.—it’s a morning-commute place—so it only takes two minutes and forty seconds for me to get my whitefish bagel. I eat it walking. Sometimes I stand at the counter table at the window. There are no stools, but there’s usually room to stash my bag. The city is all dressed up for the holidays. The streetlamps lit, the windows frosted. It’s thirty-one degrees out, practically balmy by New York winter standards. And it hasn’t snowed yet, which makes walking in heels a breeze. So far, so good. I arrive at Wachtell’s headquarters at 10:45 a.m. My stomach starts working against me, and I toss the rest of the bagel. This is it. The thing I’ve worked the last six years for. Well, really, the thing I’ve worked the last eighteen years for. Every SAT prep test, every history class, every hour studying for the LSAT. The countless 2 a.m. nights. Every time I’ve been chewed out by a partner for something I didn’t do, every time I’ve been chewed out by a partner for something I did do, every single piece of effort has been leading me to, and preparing me for, this one moment. I pop a piece of gum. I take a deep breath, and enter the building. Fifty-one West Fifty-Second Street is giant, but I know exactly what door I need to enter, and what security desk I need to check in at (the entrance on Fifty-Second, the desk right in front). I’ve rehearsed this chain of events so many times in my head, like a ballet. First the door, then the pivot, then a sashay to the left and a quick succession of steps. One two three, one two three… The elevator doors open to the thirty-third floor, and I suck in my breath. I can feel the energy, like candy to the vein, as I look around at the people moving in and out of glass-doored conference rooms like extras on the show Suits, hired for today—for me, for my viewing pleasure alone. The place is in full bloom. I get the feeling that you could walk in here at any hour, any day of the week, and this is what you would see. Midnight on Saturday, Sunday at 8 a.m. It’s a world out of time, functioning on its own schedule. This is what I want. This is what I’ve always wanted. To be somewhere that stops at nothing. To be surrounded by the pace and rhythm of greatness. “Ms. Kohan?” A young woman greets me where I stand. She wears a Banana Republic sheath dress, no blazer. She’s a receptionist. I know, because all lawyers are required to wear suits at Wachtell. “Right this way.” “Thank you so much.” She leads me around the bullpen. I spot the corners, the offices on full display. Glass and wood and chrome. The thump thump thump of money. She leads me into a conference room with a long mahogany table. On it sits a glass tumbler of water and three glasses. I take in this subtle and revealing piece of information. There are going to be two partners in here for the interview, not one. It’s good, of course, it’s fine. I know my stuff forward and backward. I could practically draw a floor plan of their offices for them. I’ve got this. Two minutes stretch to five minutes stretch to ten. The receptionist is long gone. I’m contemplating pouring myself a glass of water when the door opens and in walks Miles Aldridge. First in his class at Harvard. Yale Law Journal. And a senior partner at Wachtell. He’s a legend, and now he’s in the same room as me. I inhale. “Ms. Kohan,” he says. “So glad you could make this date work.” “Naturally, Mr. Aldridge,” I say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He raises his eyebrows at me. He’s impressed I know his name sight unseen. Three points. “Shall we?” He gestures for me to sit, and I do. He pours us each a glass of water. The other one sits there, untouched. “So,” he says. “Let’s begin. Tell me a little bit about yourself.” I work through the answers I’ve practiced, honed, and sculpted over the last few days. From Philadelphia. My father owned a lighting business, and when I was not even ten years old, I helped him with contracts in the back office. In order to sort and file to my heart’s content, I had to read into them a bit, and I fell in love with the organization, the way language—the pure truth in the words—was nonnegotiable. It was like poetry, but poetry with outcome, poetry with concrete meaning—with actionable power. I knew it was what I wanted to do. I went to Columbia Law and graduated second in my class. I clerked for the Southern District of New York before accepting the reality of what I’d always known, which is that I wanted to be a corporate lawyer. I wanted to practice a kind of law that is high stakes, dynamic, incredibly competitive, and yes, offers me the opportunity to make a lot of money. Why? Because it’s what I was born to do, what I have trained for, and what has led me here today, to the place I always knew I’d be. The golden gates. Their headquarters. We go through my resume, point by point. Aldridge is surprisingly thorough, which is to my benefit, as it gives me more time to express my accomplishments. He asks me why I think I’d be a good fit, what kind of work culture I gravitate toward. I tell him that when I stepped off the elevator and saw all the endless movement, all the frenzied bustle, I felt as if I were home. It’s not hyperbole, he can tell. He chuckles. “It’s aggressive,” he says. “And endless, as you say. Many spin out.” I cross my hands on the table. “I can assure you,” I tell him. “That won’t be a problem here.” And then he asks me the proverbial question. The one you always prepare for because they always ask: Where do you see yourself in five years? I inhale, and then give him my airtight answer. Not just because I’ve practiced, which I have. But because it’s true. I know. I always have. I’ll be working here, at Wachtell, as a senior associate. I’ll be the most requested in my year on M&A cases. I’m incredibly thorough and incredibly efficient; I’m like an X-ACTO knife. I’ll be up for junior partner. And outside of work? I’ll be married to David. We’ll be living in Gramercy Park, on the park. We’ll have a kitchen we love and enough table space for two computers. We’ll go to the Hamptons every summer; the Berkshires, occasionally, on weekends. When I’m not in the office, of course. Aldridge is satisfied. I’ve clinched it, I can tell. We shake hands, and the receptionist is back, ushering me through the offices and to the elevators that deliver me once again to the land of the mortals. The third glass was just to throw me off. Good shot. After the interview I go downtown, to Reformation, one of my favorite clothing stores in SoHo. I took the day off from work and it’s only lunchtime. Now that the interview is over, I can turn my attention to tonight, to what is coming. When David told me he had made a reservation at the Rainbow Room, I immediately knew what it meant. We had talked about getting engaged. I knew it would be this year, but I had thought it would have happened this past summer. The holidays are crazy, and the winter is David’s busy time at work. But he knows how much I love the city in lights, so it’s happening tonight. “Welcome to Reformation,” the salesgirl says. She’s wearing black wide-legged pants and a tight white turtleneck. “What can I help you with?” “I’m getting engaged tonight,” I say. “And I need something to wear.” She looks confused for half a second, and then her face brightens. “How exciting!” she says. “Let’s look around. What are you thinking?” I take barrels into the dressing room. Skirts and low-backed dresses and a pair of red crepe pants with a matching loose camisole. I put the red outfit on first, and when I do, it’s perfect. Dramatic but still classy. Serious but with a little edge. I look at myself in the mirror. I hold out my hand. Today, I think. Tonight. Read more <div id="

  • After reading the synopsis I assumed this book was a lighthearted easy to read fun novel. Had I known her best friend is diagnosed with cancer and that’s what a third of the book is about, I would not have purchased it. Those of us who have lost someone to cancer and made that journey in real time, don’t want to read about it in detail. I skipped as much of it as I could to get to the ending but that didn’t make me feel any better. I feel the book description is misleading, instead of being lighthearted it’s pretty depressing in places. Since the country is in the midst of social distancing I should have chosen a more “get away for a while” novel.
  • The hook: hugely successful young Manhattan lawyer has a portentous dream that ruins a chunk of her life. The reader won’t find out the true meaning of that dream until the end of the book, but fortunately the pages turn quickly.In the opening pages, protagonist Dannie explains that she’s a paint-by-numbers kind of person, someone who has mapped out her future. A few pages later, she gets into some heavy Jewish shtick. A reader might understandably think that the book is heading in one direction, but Dannie quickly abandons her mapping tendencies and the shtick, as the book assumes a familiar romance novel pattern: girl who loves her perfect cardboard-cutout boyfriend and stunning bff, but what about that other guy? Serle has mostly written YA, and this is a classic YA except the characters are older and there are some adult scenes.The eye-rolling moments start early. Apparently the author lives part-time in New York, but her quips about life in the city often ring false. And why would anyone living in the city go to a tourist trap like the Rainbow Room for a marriage proposal? Worse are the descriptions of Dannie’s career, starting with the highly improbable job interview at Wachtell. Maybe the author forgot that she was writing for an adult audience, and that some readers might be more familiar with big law realities than she apparently is. Also, I would hope that someone who graduated second in her class at Columbia Law would spend more of her time engaged in intelligent interaction and less time behaving like a petulant teen.Great literature this is not, and the premise wears thin as we near the Love Storyish denouement. But as a quick diversion, it’s a five-star read. Just don’t ask too many questions.
  • SPOILER ALERT! Do not read my review if you do not want to spoil parts of the book, you’ve been warned!I was very excited about this book and when I started reading it I was hooked in Chapter 3 when Dannie has the “dream”, unfortunately it all seems dull to me after that, it would’ve been great if she had in fact “skipped” those 5 years and for her to figure out what happened in between. I hated the ending, her relationship with David was very good in the beginning of the book but then it seemed like the dullest thing in the world. That said, I would not recommend this book.
  • I wanted to like this book, and I’d say for the first 50 pages I did enough. But it was a steady decline after that and a total free fall off a ledge in the end. The gimmicky premise could’ve worked had it actually had any purpose. Instead it was just that…novelty. And the book lacked emotional connection. Characters just saying they have connection and love each other infinitely is not enough to sell us on belief. There instead was a gaping hole of any actual evidential connection. I felt little emotion. And I wanted so badly to. It wasn’t there. There is also a huuuuuge flaw and one that is never addressed in the book. ***spoiler alert*** Dannie and Aaron (Greg) cheat on the person they both apparently love beyond words. What the?? How is this even acceptable. And further it’s so loose ended. And not in the confused character with tough life decisions way. But in the actual, and reference above, lack of any emotional connection way. It was bizarrely callus and actually served no purpose. And the main premise ‘5 years/dream’ itself too…had NO relevance to the story’s unfolding. What a miss. Also let’s talk about the main character. Dannie was such a brat that I found her not even slightly endearing and so I felt no vested interest in her path. All around just not as good as I soooo was hoping for, considering how hyped this book has been. I will give 4 stars for some of the prose though. It seems the author could be a great essayist with her style of writing. But for layers needed for good novel writing, just wasn’t there.
  • I cannot believe the positive reviews this books is getting. I loved The Dinner List and I was looking for a quarantine read so this seemed like a no-brainer. From the beginning, the author admits how cliched her main character and BFF are. The writing was terrible. The plot was predictable and maudlin. Character development non-existent. I have no idea how this book made all the “Best Of” lists. Don’t waste your money.
  • This is a book for women who want read about life in the big city for other women. Some parts of the book are great: The love story of two women and the men who love them. I loved the stupid ending and it made me feel good. But there is a lot about this book I didn’t like: Name dropping clothing labels and outfit descriptions, stupid descriptions of high profile jobs in NY city that seemed written by a teenager, and poorly fleshed out characters. It’s an easy read you can knock out in a few hours, but I forgot most of it after a week.
  • Where do you see yourself in five years?Type-A Manhattan lawyer Dannie Kohan has been in possession of her meticulously crafted answer since she understood the question. On the day that she nails the most important job interview of her career and gets engaged to the perfect man, she’s well on her way to fulfilling her life goals.That night Dannie falls asleep only to wake up in a different apartment with a different ring on her finger, and in the company of a very different man. The TV is on in the background, and she can just make out the date. It’s the same night – December 15th – but 2025, five years in the future.It was just a dream, she tells herself when she wakes, but it felt so real… Determined to ignore the odd experience, she files it away in the back of her mind.That is, until four and a half years later, when Dannie turns down a street and there, standing on the corner, is the man from her dream.The book is written in 1st person, with Dannie as our narrator. The narration style is straight forward and there are a few instances of swearing and a few intimate scenes, but nothing is explicit. Cancer is also mentioned and dealt with in this book.The chapters are short, with most ranging between 2 and 8 minutes.I’m not sure if I liked this book or not. The premise is very good, but I found.the execution lacking. The book was not at all what I expected it to be and I didn’t feel anything towards the characters. It felt as though I was watching someone’s life through a window, rather than being a part of it. I found the pacing very odd, we started very slowly and then picked up speed very quickly, with everything feeling as though it was happening all at once.I found many parts of the book very predictable and I don’t think the book was at all romantic. Which is a shame as the book could have been wonderful.
  • I’m a few chapters into this book which I find very unrealistic, struggling to connect with, and quite childish. Yes, I’m being biased but the last straw for Me was getting to a place where the author spelled God with a small g. Really? You begin the names of fake, non-existent characters with capital letters and God’s with ‘g’? Go figure!I’m deleting the book immediately. Please keep the 99p. x
  • The premise of the book is good, in that it’s centered in a friendship: the most important relationship in the story is with her best friend rather than a guy, which is interesting and refreshing. However, the execution is lacking: why is everybody fabulously rich, beautiful and extremely talented ? This results in the characters presenting as two-dimensional and non relatable. Also, for all that great premise, the author shoe-horns a relationship finale which is completely unnecessary – almost to say hang on, friendship is all well and good but don’t worry, she also has a guy. Disappointing.
  • Well that’s time I won’t ever get back…. Where was the surprise ending?? What a load of old tosh. At least it was only 99p.
  • This is the first book that I’ve read by this author and it was absolutely fantastic, you literally could not take your eyes from the pages, it has you complete;y hooked right from the first page and doesn’t let you go until you have finished the whole book.This story line is awesome and you will be desperate to see how everything plays out until the end its not what you expect at all, it’s awesome.Where do you see yourself in five years ?This is the question a lot of us ask ourselves at some point or another throughout our lives. Dannie has everything or so it seems, she has a high flying career and is about to have a massive important interview of her life that she aces. Her boyfriend has just proposed and after having a few glasses of champagne to celebrate she falls asleep thinking that she is way up on her five year plan. That is until:BOOM!When she wakes up she is some where totally different, different home, different husband and ring and a completely different life, when she realises after looking at the TV five whole years have passed. She decides to ignore what ever it was that happened, a dream a premonition whatever it was she decides to ignore it. The question is will fate let her ignore it or did it happen for a reason?( NO SPOILERS)As soon as I started reading this book I was very intrigued and I was desperate to see what was going to happen I couldn’t take my eyes of the pages.The characters in this book were written so good and the friendship between Dannie and Bella is so beautiful to see and also so heartbreaking. These two are like sisters and go through so much together that your emotions will be on a roller coaster ride, you will really need the tissues when reading this book because some moments are totally heartbreaking. This book is a very powerful read and the love story between the pages that is blossoming is beautiful to see.I really enjoyed seeing how this story was going to play out, this book is a complete page turner and I couldn’t put it down, I was hooked from page one and I will highly recommend this book to everyone because it is one of the best five star reads that Ive ever read and its a book you have to read. I’m glad that ive found another fantastic author to read.I will definitely look forward to more of this author’s work in the future.This book is out now.
  • About :
    We are committed to sharing all kinds of e-books, learning resources, collection and packaging, reading notes and impressions. The book resources of the whole station are collected and sorted by netizens and uploaded to cloud disk, high-definition text scanning version and full-text free version. This site does not provide the storage of the file itself.
    Description of file download format: (Note: this website is completely free)
    The e-books shared by this site are all full versions, most of which are manually refined, and there are basically no omissions. Generally, there may be multiple versions of files. Please download the corresponding format files as needed. If there is no version you need, it is recommended to use the file format converter to read after conversion. Scanned PDF, text PDF, ePub, Mobi, TXT, docx, Doc, azw3, zip, rar and other file formats can be opened and read normally by using common readers.
    Copyright Disclaimer :
    This website does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to the content provided by other websites. If there is any copyrighted content, please contact the content provider to delete it and send us an email. We will delete the relevant link or content immediately.
    Download link description :
    We usually use Dropbox, Microsoft onedrive and Google drive to store files. Of course, we may also store backup files in other cloud content management service platforms such as Amazon cloud drive, pcloud, mega, mediafire and box. They are also great. You can choose the download link on demand.

    File Size: 46 MB

    Leave a Comment

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *