According to Nina, her life is perfect she works in a bookstore, believes to a winning trivia team and has the Phil the cat as a roommate. She has crafted the perfect existence and there is nothing missing that a good book can’t fill.
Her life changes when the father she never knew dies and part of her inheritance is a slew of family members including siblings that she now has to deal with. And if there is one thing Nina hates dealing, it’s new people.
The collapse of her world doesn’t stop there however as her, trivia arch-nemesis Tom is unexpectedly charming and interested in getting to know her better.
With her life-changing beyond recognition is Nina brave enough to start a new chapter or will she burrow away back into the known?
This is a quick book, great for when you are looking for some fluffy, feel-good chick lit to perk you up.
Read this book if you enjoy:
- Romantic comedies
- Being a book nerd
Excerpt from The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman
Nina walked home in the golden light of her evening neighborhood, the magical hour beloved of lighting directors and single young people dreaming their plans for the night. Around her, people walked their dogs after work, talking on their phones, oblivious to the slanting sun glinting on windows and door knockers, the colors of the pastel sky as gauzy as any red-carpet lineup. Nina often reflected that LA was not a pretty city, architecturally speaking, but the sky made it beautiful several times a day. As with all things Hollywood, the lighting guy is God.
For example, at this time of day the sun made a great deal of her dark red hair. Had Nina known how pretty it looked, she would have taken a photo of herself, but sadly, she was thinking about pickles—sliced, whole, or relish, discuss—and missed the opportunity. In general, she wasn’t the kind of woman who turned casual heads; her looks were an acquired taste, and her resting expression suggested you weren’t going to be given much chance to acquire it. She was small and slender and gave the overall impression of a baby deer, until she spoke and you realized you’d been looking at a fox all along. As her good friend Leah once said, she wasn’t mean; she was painfully accurate.
perfect for Nina. The owners were friends of Nina’s mother, and when Nina finished college, this couple had miraculously just finished renovating their guesthouse. They generously offered to rent it to Nina, who couldn’t have been happier to accept.
Her cat, Phil, was sitting on the gate, waiting for her. Phil was a tabby of the brown and cream variety, with a black tip to his tail and white feet. He jumped down as the gate opened and preceded her up the stairs, the tip of his tail forming a jaunty accent like a marker flag on a toddler’s bicycle. Nina noticed he’d left a large but very dead worm on the doormat. He stood next to it casually, like, oh yeah, I’d almost forgotten, I brought you a worm. Nothing special, just a deadly worm I captured with my own paws and brought back for you. Thought you might fancy a little smackerel of something after work, you know. (He was apparently channeling Pooh Bear.)