We have the same brown eyes and the same curly brown hair, but her eyes are tired, and her hair is pulled back into a frizzy braid. The voices stop, and moments later, Mom opens the door. I take a short breath, then square my shoulders and knock with two quick raps. But now their door is closed, dampening the tense voices inside. Usually I’d waltz right inside and jump on their bed, playing with the tassels of a throw pillow while asking for a ride. Muffled voices filter into the hallway at an inaudible murmur.
I thud upstairs to their bedroom, but the door is shut.
I peek into the living room first, then the kitchen. Mom and Mama are still home, but the house is silent. I send her an emoji kiss face, then step out of my car, tug my coat tight, and hurry inside. She replies: Rough! I’ll drive you home later I text back: Hopefully soon! Barbra won’t start Cheyenne has already been folding clothes at the Gap for an hour, and I’m supposed to be at Once Upon, the independent bookstore I work at, in twenty minutes. The mall opens earlier than usual this week for the Christmas rush.
My phone buzzes with a text from Cheyenne: I just folded my 75th sweater of the morning. It’s a freezing December morning, and as I exhale, I can see my frosted breath. The grinding sound is worse this time, metallic shrieking. Will you start for me? Pretty please? Okay, ready?” “Barbra, sweetie.” I place my hand on her dashboard and rub in soothing circles. “Ugh!” I call out, and then plead with my car. Jake may be cute (really cute), and he may be an eligible Jewish single (hard to find south of Atlanta), but he’s also the enemy, and Shoshanna is ready to take him down.īut as the competition intensifies, Jake and Shoshanna grow closer and realize they might be more on the same page than either expects… Excerptīarbra Streisand grinds and grinds before sputtering to a stop. He doesn’t even read! But somehow his sales start to rival hers. Jake is an affront to everything Shoshanna stands for. The only person standing in her way? New hire Jake Kaplan. When her boss announces a holiday bonus to the person who sells the most books, Shoshanna sees an opportunity to at least fix her car, if none of her other problems. And with her moms fighting at home and her beloved car teetering on the brink of death, the store has become a welcome escape. Shoshanna Greenberg loves working at Once Upon, her favorite local bookstore. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before meets You’ve Got Mail in this “cozy, swoon-worthy” (Ashley Poston, author of the Once Upon a Con series) rom-com following two teen booksellers whose rivalry is taken to the next level as they compete for the top bookseller bonus.
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