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Sometimes you have to look at life in a whole new way . . .

From the bestselling author of PS, I Love You comes a delightfully enchanting novel about what happens when two people who are meant to be together just can't seem to get it right.

Rosie and Alex are destined for one another, and everyone seems to know it but them. Best friends since childhood, their relationship gets closer by the day, until Alex gets the news that his family is leaving Dublin and moving to Boston. At 17, Rosie and Alex have just started to see each other in a more romantic light. Devastated, the two make plans for Rosie to apply to colleges in the U.S. She gets into Boston University, Alex gets into Harvard, and everything is falling into place, when on the eve of her departure, Rosie gets news that will change their lives forever: She's pregnant by a boy she'd gone out with while on the rebound from Alex. Her dreams for college, Alex, and a glamorous career dashed, Rosie stays in Dublin to become a single mother, while Alex pursues a medical career and a new love in Boston. But destiny is a funny thing, and in this novel, structured as a series of clever e-mails, letters, notes, and a trail of missed opportunities, Alex and Rosie find out that fate isn't done with them yet.

From the gifted author of PS, I Love You comes this charming, romantic, addictively page-turning novel that will keep readers laughing and guessing until the very last page.

Cecelia Ahern, the 22-year-old daughter of Ireland's prime minister, holds a degree in Journalism and Media Communications. The author of PS, I Love You, she lives in Dublin, Ireland.

Publishers Weekly

Ahern (PS, I Love You) uses letters, notes, e-mails and instant messages to narrate her poignant second novel about thwarted love and missed opportunities. Plucky Rosie Dunne is infatuated with her best friend since childhood, Alex Stewart, but Alex has always been oblivious. After he moves from Ireland to the U.S. with his family, the two keep in touch, planning to reunite-first at Rosie's prom and, later, at college. But Rosie has the kind of bad luck you see in the movies: Alex's plane is delayed, and so Rosie attends the prom with "Brian the Whine," who promptly knocks her up. Rosie decides to have the baby, thereby missing her opportunity to study hotel management at Boston College and hang out with Harvard-bound Alex. At this point-which isn't very far in-the novel begins to suffer from an overfull mailbox. It seems that everyone in Rosie's life sends her (and each other) missives, and this flood of mail weighs the novel down as the years pass. Rosie Dunne is a worthy protagonist, complex enough to be compelling and ordinary enough to be believable. But Rosie and Alex's early, futile get-together attempts are summarized too quickly to be satisfying, and the letters between Rosie's now adolescent daughter, Katie, and her best friend, a boy named Toby, are too obviously reminiscent of Rosie's childhood correspondence with Alex. Implausibility rears its head again when characters sum up their lives in overly serious, long-winded paragraphs foreign to the chatty, impromptu format of e-mail. But the novel endears despite its flaws, thanks to Rosie and our endless appetite for stories of love finally requited. (Feb. 9) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Library Journal

This epistolary novel introduces Rosie and Alex, beginning with their first notes to each other in which they argue over a birthday party as six-year-olds. For the next four decades, readers are privy to their letters, emails, instant messages, and more. Alex's family moves from Ireland to America, children are born, arguments happen, lovers come and go. Along the way, glimpses of their other personal correspondence reveal plenty of insight into the lives and personalities of a charming cast of characters. Without giving too many plot surprises away, it can be said that Rosie and Alex manage to keep coming this close to romance, but many (often hilarious) misunderstandings and poorly timed opportunities leave them hanging. It's easy to forget you're reading an entire book of letters because Ahern (PS, I Love You) infuses real vitality into her story. This is chick lit at its best; Ahern proves she's on her way to gaining a following of Marian Keyes and Jane Green fans. Enthusiastically recommended for all collections, particularly where romance or chick lit is popular.-Rebecca Vnuk, Elmhurst P.L., IL Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

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Rosie Dunne

Hyperion

Chapter One

Hiya, long time no see ... I hope they're not working you to death down there in "the office." I've hardly seen you at all this summer. There's a party at Julie's house tonight so was just wondering if you wanted to go. I don't really want to go on my own ... anyway I'm sure you're busy in that office doing whatever it is you do so just ring me when you get a chance or e-mail me back.

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: Re: Julie's house party

Rosie, this is just quick e-mail real busy. Can't go out tonight, promised Bethany would go to cinema. Sorry! You go and have fun, Alex

Rosie,

Hello from Portugal! Weather here really hot. Dad got sunstroke and all mum does is lie by the pool which is really boring. Not much people here my age. Hotel quiet (on front of postcard) and it's right on the beach as you can see. You would love to work here! I'm bringing home a collection of those little shampoos and shower caps and stuff that you love. The bathrobe is too big to fit into my bag. See you when I get back, Alex

FROM: Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: Catching up?

Heard you got back from your holidays last week, haven't heard much from you lately ... fancy goingout tonight to catch up?

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: Re: Catching up?

Sorry have been so busy since I got back. Got you pressie. Can't go out tonight but will drop your pressie by before I head out.

FROM: Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: Re: Catching up?

Didn't see you last night, I want little shampoos ha ha.

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: Re: Catching up?

Heading to Donegal for the weekend, Beth's parents have a little "hideaway" there. (That's what they call it.) Will drop your pressie by when I get back.

To the most inconsiderate asshole of a friend,

I'm writing you this letter because I know that if I say what I have to say to your face I will probably punch you.

I don't know you anymore. I don't see you anymore.

All I get is a quick text or a rushed e-mail from you every few days. I know you are busy and I know you have Bethany, but hello? I'm supposed to be your best friend.

You have no idea what this summer has been like. Ever since we were kids we pushed away every single person that could possibly have been our friend. We blocked people until there was only me and you. You probably haven't noticed, because you have never been in the position I am in now. You have always had someone. You always had me. I always had you. Now you have Bethany and I have no one.

Now I feel like those other people that used to try to become our friend, that tried to push their way into our circle but were met by turned backs. I know you're probably not doing it deliberately just as we never did it deliberately. It's not that we didn't want anyone else, it's just that we didn't need them. Sadly now it looks like you don't need me anymore.

Anyway I'm not moaning on about how much I hate her, I'm just trying to tell you that I miss you. And that well ... I'm lonely.

Whenever you cancel nights out I end up staying home with Mum and Dad watching TV. It's so depressing. This was supposed to be our summer of fun. What happened? Can't you be friends with two people at once?

I know you have found someone who is extra special, and I know you both have a special "bond," or whatever, that you and I will never have. But we have another bond, we're best friends. Or does the best friend bond disappear as soon as you meet somebody else? Maybe it does, maybe I just don't understand that because I haven't met that "somebody special." I'm not in any hurry to, either. I liked things the way they were.

So maybe Bethany is now your best friend and I have been relegated to just being your "friend." At least be that to me, Alex. In a few years time if my name ever comes up you will probably say, "Rosie, now there's a name I haven't heard in years. We used to be best friends. I wonder what she's doing now; I haven't seen or thought of her in years!" You will sound like my mum and dad when they have dinner parties with friends and talk about old times. They always mention people I've never even heard of when they're talking about some of the most important days of their lives. Yet where are those people now? How could someone who was your bridesmaid 20 years ago not even be someone who you are on talking terms with now? Or in Dad's case, how could he not know where his own best friend from college lives? He studied with the man for five years!

Anyway, my point is (I know, I know, there is one), I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory. I want us to be best friends forever, Alex.

I'm happy you're happy, really I am, but I feel like I've been left behind. Maybe our time has come and gone. Maybe your time is now meant to be spent with Bethany. And if that's the case I won't bother sending you this letter. And if I'm not sending this letter then what am I doing still writing it? OK I'm going now and I'm ripping these muddled thoughts up.

Your friend, Rosie

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: Buttercup!!

Hey Buttercup, you OK? (Haven't called you that for a long time!) I haven't heard or seen you in a while. I'm sending you this e-mail because every time I call by your house, you're either in the bath or not there! Should I begin to take this personally??! But knowing you, if you had a problem with me you wouldn't be too shy to let me know all about it!

Anyway, once the summer is over we'll see each other every day, we'll be sick of the sight of each other then! I can't believe this is our last year in school! It's crazy! This time next year I'll be studying medicine and you will be hotel manager woman extraordinaire! Things at work have been crazy. Dad kind of gave me a promotion so I've more to do than just filing and labeling! (I answer phones now too.) But I need the money and at least I get to see Bethany every day. How's your job as chief dishwasher at The Dragon? I can't believe you turned down babysitting for that. You could have stayed in all night and watched TV instead of watching your hands turn to prunes while you scrape off egg noodles from a wok.

I really miss you Rosie, I miss all our chats and jokes, things aren't the same without you! Mum was asking for you she said she wants you to call around to her. Oh and Sandy misses you too!

FROM, Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: Moonbeam!

It's not because I hate Bethany that I'm not seeing much of you (although I do hate her), it's just that I think Bethany dislikes me just a little. It could have something to do with the fact that a friend of hers told her what I wrote about her in that (not so) private instant messaging thingy in computer class last year ... I don't think she liked being called a slut, I don't know why ... some women are just funny like that. But I suppose you already know that she'd heard what I said that day. (Speaking of computer class, Mr. Simpson got married this summer, I'm gutted. I'll never look at excel in the same way again.)

Anyway it's your birthday soon! You have finally reached the grand old age of 18! Want to go out and do some legal celebrating? (Well, legal for you anyway) Let me know.

PS: Please STOP calling me Buttercup!

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: 18th Birthday

Rosie, Good to hear you're alive after all, I was beginning to worry! I would love to celebrate my 18th with you but Bethany's parents are taking me and my parents out for dinner to the Hazel. How posh is that??!

Sorry Rosie, another night definitely.

Dearest Alex, Well whoopdeedoo for you Fuck Bethany Fuck her parents Fuck the hazel And fuck you Love your best friend Rosie

FROM: Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: Happy Birthday!

OK then well, enjoy the meal. Happy birthday!

FROM: Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: DISASTER!

I can't believe this is happening! I was just talking to your mum; called over for a chat and she told me the bad news. I can't believe it, this is the worst news ever! Please call me when you can, your boss keeps telling me you can't take calls during working hours - QUIT! Mr. I never EVER want to work in an office.

Get in touch with me as soon as you can, this is so terrible, I feel awful!

Chapter Two

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to fill the position of Vice President of Charles and Charles Co. We are delighted that you will be joining the team over here and we look forward to welcoming you and your family to Boston.

I hope the relocation package we offer will be to your satisfaction. If there is anything further that Charles and Charles Co. can do for you, do not hesitate to ask. Maria will call you to discuss a suitable date for you to begin work.

We look forward to seeing you at the office. Welcome to the team!

Yours sincerely, Robert Brasco President of Charles and Charles Co.

FROM: Alex TO: Rosie SUBJECT: Re: DISASTER!

I'll call you when I get home. It's true. Dad was offered a job doing something that sounds incredibly boring ... I don't really know, I wasn't listening. I don't know why he has to go all the way over to Boston to do a boring job, there's plenty of them right here. He can have mine.

Oh Rosie, I'm so pissed off. I don't want to go. I only have a year left in school; this is such the wrong time to leave. I don't want to go to a stupid American high school or whatever it is they call it. I don't want to leave you.

I'll call you later and we can talk about it. We have to think of a way that I can stay. This is really bad, Rosie.

FROM: Rosie TO: Alex SUBJECT: Stay with me!

Don't go! Mum and Dad said that you could stay here for the year! Finish school here and then we can both decide what to do after that! Please stay! It will be so brilliant, us living together. It'll be just like when we were young and we used to keep each other up all night with those walkie talkies! Remember them?!! We used to hear more static than our voices but we thought we were so cool! Remember that time on Christmas Eve absolutely years ago we decided to start a "Santa" watch! We planned it for weeks. I can't remember ever being so excited! We drew little diagrams of the road and maps of our houses just so we could cover every angle and not miss him. You were on the 7-10pm watch and I was on the l0pm-lam watch. You were supposed to wake up and take over from me, but surprise, surprise you didn't ... I stayed awake all night screaming down into that walkie talkie trying to wake you up! Ah well, it was your loss, I saw Santa and you didn't ...

If you stay with us Alex we'll be able to just talk all night! Oh it would be so much fun. When we were kids we always wanted to live together, now's our chance ...

Talk to your Mum and Dad about it. Convince them to say yes, anyway you're 18 you can do what you like! OK if you can't stay with me then at least stay with Phil. Your parents can't say no to you staying with your brother.

Rosie,

I didn't want to wake you so your mum said she would pass this on to you. You know I hate goodbyes and it's not goodbye anyway because you're going to come over and visit all the time. Promise me.

I have to go ... I'll miss you. Ring you when I get there.

Love, Alex

PS: I told you, I was awake that Christmas Eve, my battery just went dead on my walkie talkie ... (and I did see Santa, I'll have you know).

Alex,

Good luck little brother. Don't worry, you'll enjoy yourself once you get there and I can't wait to come and visit. I'm twenty-eight years old, married and have two kids and I still feel like moving over with the lot of you. I'll miss you all. It won't be the same without you. Stop worrying about Rosie, her life's not going to fall apart just because you're not in the same country. But if it'll make you feel any better I'll look out for her for you - she almost feels like my little sister in a way. By the way if Sandy doesn't learn how to control her bladder in this house then I'm sending her over to you on a plane.

We'll miss you, Phil. (+ Margaret)

FROM: Rosie TO: Stephanie SUBJECT: Urgent sisterly advice needed

I can't believe he's gone Steph. I can't believe you're gone. Why is everyone leaving me? Surely you could have "found yourself" a little closer to home? But France? Alex has only been gone a few weeks and I feel like he's dead, which is an absolutely awful thing to think, I know, but it just feels that way ...

Why did he have to break up with Slutty Bethany just two weeks before, he left? Then I wouldn't have gotten used to him being around so much again. Things really got back to normal, Steph. It was brilliant. We spent every second together ... literally. We had so much fun!

Brian the Whine threw a going-away party for him just last week; I think it was just an excuse for Brian the Whine to get permission from his parents to have a party to be honest because the two of them never liked each other. Not since that pizza in James' hair incident. But anyway Whine held the party in his house and invited all of his friends and I don't think me and Alex knew anyone in the entire place! The people we did know we can't stand so we left and headed into town. You know that pub O'Brien's where we held your surprise 21st? Well, we went there and Alex had the bright idea of standing outside the door and pretending to be the bouncer of the pub! (There was none on the door that night because it was only a Monday night.) Well he pulled it off anyway because he's really tall and muscley, you know Alex! Anyway we stood there for ages turning people away; I don't think he let one person in. Eventually we got bored and headed inside to the empty pub. Of course me and Alex ended up getting all weepy about him moving away ... Apart from that the night was brilliant. I miss the times we had, just us together like that.

You wouldn't believe how lonely it is at school these days. I'm just short of getting down on my hands and knees and begging for someone to be my friend. How pathetic. No one really cares. I spent the last few years ignoring them so they don't feel like they really have to talk to me. I think some of them are even enjoying it. The teachers are loving it. Mr. Simpson called me back after class to congratulate me on how well I'm doing lately. It's shameful; Alex would be appalled if he found out I was actually working at school. I'm horrified that things have gotten so bad that I actually pay attention to the teachers. They're the only people who actually talk to me from one day to the next. How depressing.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I'm missing something. I know that there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is ... then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend.

Continues...

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