Younger
Pamela Redmond Satran
Language: English
Pages: 284
ISBN: 141650558X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A story of inspiration and transformation for the really desperate housewife—now a TV series from the creator of Sex and the City, starring Sutton Foster and Hilary Duff!
She’s old enough to be his mother.
Alice has always looked young for her age, even with her graying hair and her dowdy New Jersey housewife style. Make that ex-housewife: Now that her husband’s gone and her daughter is grown, Alice is in desperate need of a whole new life. So she lets her best friend Maggie, a hip New York City artist, transform her on New Year’s Eve. Soon, thanks to the wonders of hair dye and tight jeans, Alice looks really young, as one night in a Manhattan bar confirms. At midnight, she kisses a boy who was in diapers when she was in high school.
She’s having too much fun to care.
The white lie Alice tells Josh gets her thinking that if no one asks her age, she doesn’t have to tell. So she applies for a job she had briefly before becoming a full-time mom—and gets it. Meanwhile, Josh is falling head over heels for Alice, who’s just way cooler than girls his age. He figures she’s about twenty-nine—and for the first time since she was twenty-nine, or possibly ever, Alice feels that life is ripe with possibility. Unfortunately one possibility is that she’s gonna get caught.
Challenging the adage that the truth will set you free, Younger is a hilarious and insightful story that proves that you’re only as young as you feel.
that a lot of icy spray—as the boat bucked like a mechanical bull across the waves. It was worth it, assuming I wasn’t hurled into the inky waters, for the incredible view of the glowing green Statue of Liberty and the twinkling skyscrapers up ahead. As I gripped the rail even tighter, congratulating myself on my amazing bravery, the boat slowed and seemed to stall there in the middle of the harbor, its motor idling loudly. Just as I began to wonder whether we were about to sink, or make a break
at night. When I wasn’t working, I spent all the time I could with Josh. His departure for Japan was still far enough away that we could relax and have fun without worrying that our time together was about to end. And why did it have to end at all? I was beginning to wonder. I mean, eventually, of course, I’d have to own up, maybe, but why should it have to be in two months or two years or any set amount of time? How long, I tried to calculate, could I pull off pretending to be roughly fifteen
“I’m tired of this! I want my friend back!” “I’m right here,” I said. “Oh, no, you’re not,” said Maggie. “Not completely.” That stunned me into silence. I had no idea what she was talking about. “How am I not there for you?” “In little ways,” said Maggie. “I miss hearing you talk about your garden. I’d rather hear about your tulips coming up than some stupid club you went to with your baby buddy.” I nodded, though I remained unconvinced. I suspected Maggie found both topics equally deadly.
we’ll all be young parents together.” “What about Diana?” I said, amused at Maggie’s communal vision, one that had thrilled me in my early years of motherhood and that Maggie, at that point in our lives, had found pedestrian beyond belief. “Well,” Maggie said, “she’d be in there somewhere too.” “I’m sure she’d get along well with Josh as her stepfather. They probably like the same music. And they could play video games together.” “Gary’s hygienist sweetie isn’t all that much older than Josh,”
soon enough. It always revealed itself, in the end. BLT, baby, right back atcha. I was spending so much time writing that by the end of the weekend I had finished enough pages to send to Mrs. Whitney, via what I knew was the e-mail address she personally checked, with a letter explaining my side of why I’d left Gentility. I didn’t blame Teri or anyone but myself. I said it was wrong for me to mislead everyone. But I also pointed out that I was a deep admirer of her and her publishing company,