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By Jennifer Weiner

From New York occasions bestselling writer Jennifer Weiner comes "a clever, witty fairy story for grownups" (Maureen Corrigan, NPR).

Addie Downs and Valerie Adler can be top acquaintances without end. That’s what Addie believes after Valerie strikes around the road while they’re either 9 years outdated. yet within the wake of betrayal in the course of their teenage years, Val is swept into the preferred crowd, whereas mousy, sullen Addie turns into her school’s scapegoat.

Flash-forward fifteen years. Valerie Adler has chanced on a degree of reputation and fortune operating because the weathergirl on the neighborhood television station. Addie Downs lives by myself in her mom and dad’ condominium of their small place of birth of friendly Ridge, Illinois, taking care of a stricken brother and attempting to meet Prince fascinating on the net. She’s simply lower back from undesirable Date #6 whilst she opens her door to discover her long-gone ally status there, a terrified glance on her face and blood at the sleeve of her coat. "Something terrible has happened," Val tells Addie, "and you’re the one one that can help."

Best acquaintances ceaselessly is a grand, hilarious, edge-of-your-seat experience; a narrative approximately betrayal and loyalty, relations heritage and small-town secrets and techniques. It’s approximately dwelling via tragedy, discovering love the place you least count on it, and the binds that retain top neighbors jointly

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