bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about
a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at
love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.
stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t
stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all
the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year
than any other.
after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic.
When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too
hard after the wedding…
Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow
line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t
know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said
my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I
could say hello.
came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month
wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would
you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?
from Midtown and back every day, at lunch, hoping I would run into Grace again,
but I never did.
go into the field three months earlier but had been denied. Now I had to watch
Elizabeth and Brad walk around in bliss as people congratulated them on the
baby and Brad’s promotion, which came right after the announcement.
my life. I was a stagnant puddle of shit. I had volunteered to go back on
location to South America with a National
Geographic film crew. New York just wasn’t the same anymore. It held no
magic for me. The Amazonian jungle, with all of its wonderful and exotic
diseases, seemed more appealing than taking orders from my ex-wife and her smug
husband. But my request hadn’t been approved or denied. It just sat in a pile of
other requests on Scott’s desk.
at a blank wall in the office break room. Standing next to the water cooler,
holding a half-empty paper cone, I tallied the insubstantial years I had spent
with Elizabeth and wondered why. How had things gone so terribly wrong?
came from the doorway.
thirtysix, divorced, and trapped in cubicle hell.”
leaned against the counter. “You were a workaholic?” he offered.
fell right into Brad’s skinny arms, and he works more than I do. Hell,
Elizabeth works more than I do.”
tall. You have hair. And it looks like”—he waved his hand around at my
stomach—”you might have abs?”
been shaving it Mr. Clean-style since then.
to the back of my head.
ladies love that shit.”
Why aren’t you prowling the savannahs for new game? I can’t watch you mope
around like this. I thought you were over Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth a long time ago. It’s hard for me even to remember being into her. I
got caught up in the fantasy of it, traveling with her, taking photos. Something
was always missing, though. Maybe I did work too much. I mean, that’s all we
talked about, that’s all we had in common. Now look where I am.”
get in touch with her?”
social media.”
I find Grace there? I went back and forth between wanting to
do everything I could to find her and feeling like it was totally pointless.
She’d be with someone. She’d be someone’s wife. Someone better than me. I wanted
to get away from everything reminding me that I still had nothing.
request?” I asked.
his eyebrows and it occurred to me that Scott and I were the same age…and he
was getting old. “I don’t mean the actual savannahs, man. Running away
isn’t going to solve your problems.”
that desk job?”
Please, Scott.”
chasing the wrong thing. It’s not gonna make you happy.”
not out loud. I thought if I could win an award again, get some recognition for
my work, it would fill the black hole eating away at me. But deep down, I knew
that wasn’t the solution.
Geographic building. I watched hordes of people trying to get home, racing down
the crowded sidewalks of Midtown. I wondered if I could judge how lonely a
person was based on how much of a hurry he or she was in. No one who has
someone waiting for him at home would sit on a bus bench after a ten-hour
workday and people-watch. I always carried an old Pentax camera from my college
days in my messenger bag, but I hadn’t used it in years.
as people flooded in and out of the subway, as they waited for buses, as they
hailed cabs. I hoped that through the lens I would see her again, like I had
years before. Her vibrant spirit; the way she could color a black-and-white
photo with her magnetism alone. I had thought about Grace often over the years.
Something as simple as a smell, like sugared pancakes at night, or the sound of
a cello in Grand Central or Washington Square Park on a warm day, could
transport me right back to that year in college. The year I spent falling in
love with her.
Granted, much of the riffraff and grit was gone, at least in the East Village; it
was cleaner and greener now, but that palpable energy I had felt in college was
gone, too. For me, anyway.
And still, I couldn’t get Grace off my mind after seeing her in the subway. Fifteen
years is too long to be holding on to a few heart-pounding moments from
college.
REVIEW
I truly enjoyed reading Before We Were Strangers because it gave me that feeling of belief and hopes that we adults once had as a child. The dream that we were told to never give up on.
This is an extremely beautiful love story. But to get to that beautiful part, there were many obstacles along the windy path. Renée did a superb job of keeping the story flowing at the right pace and allowing the reader to see and feel each characters POV.
Matt and Grace are two characters you will find yourself getting completely attached to and understanding everything they go through. And as the story progresses, things start to come together. This is story of second chance love and Renée delivers it perfectly!
I loved happy feeling I got when reading this – I actually felt myself smiling at certain parts. I cried, both happy and sad tears. I felt the love in this book.
Before We Were Strangers is one book that you definitely have to read. Renée wrote this book flawlessly. You will find yourself wanting to reread this book just to experience it all over again!
Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and bestselling author of
romantic women’s novels. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two
sons, and their sweet dog June. When she’s not at the beach with her boys or
working on her next project, she likes to spend her time reading, going to
concerts, and eating dark chocolate.