Who We Are Now

Informationen zum Autor Lauryn Chamberlain Klappentext One of Skimm 's Books We Couldn't Put Down This Year Four friends. Fifteen years. Who We Are Now is a story of Sliding Doors moments, those seemingly small choices of early adulthood that determine the course of our lives. It is 2006 and Rachel, Clarissa, Dev, and Nate are best friends, seniors on the eve of their college graduation. Their whole lives are before them, at once full of promise and anxiety. Bound to one another as they are, they imagine their closeness will last foreverbut things change as they take their first steps away from one another and into adulthood. Each year is told from one character's point of view, and in that way, we stride swiftly through their lives. These four friends feel their twenties and thirties flying by, and suddenly small moments fast become regrets or unexpected boons, decisions they'll spend years wishing they could undo and choices that come to define them. As the foursome endure professional setbacks, deep loss, and creative success, fortunes shift and friendships strainand it will take a tragic turn of events to bring them together again. Who We Are Now is a poignant story of epic friendship that jumps boldly through the years, moving at the same unforgiving pace as does that precious, confusing time between college and real life. This novel is perfect for readers who adore tales of friendship, explorations of the second coming of age moment that arrives in our thirties, and fans of Meg Wolitzer's The Interestings or Dolly Alderton's Ghosts . Leseprobe "Can you believe it's the last night we'll all be here? It's so weird." Nate shook his head, then massaged his aching neck. No, he couldn't believe it. The last night of college? Four years of midterms and Easy Mac and tapped kegs and a blur of evenings like the one he had just passed had all culminated in . . . this? It seemed both too incredible and too ordinary to be believed. "Get dressed." Rachel reached over and smoothed his hair. "We need you in the living room at five." He glanced at the clock again. "Five? I need more time." "But we missed you so much all day!" "I don't believe you." "Fine, we want you to drive us to go pick up vodka for the pregame." "Ah, bingo." "Thanks, Natie," Rachel said as she stood up. "I'm going to finish getting ready. The last Friday night!" Nate leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, trying to will himself to get up and get in the shower. The last Friday night. Every preceding Friday night for the whole of their senior year had started in pretty much the same way. He and Dev would hang out in their shared room-he was still annoyed the girls had won the battle for the separate bedrooms upstairs-reading for their Joyce seminar, messing around on the guitar, or napping off the effects of a too-wild Thursday night. At some point in the evening, they'd hear the squeak of the stairs, glance up at their sloped ceiling, and wait for the clacking of Rachel's high heels and the stomping of Clarissa's boots as the two of them bounded downstairs. Then the girls would burst into the room, announce the plans for the night, and start needling the boys, making fun of them, dressing them, offering them vodka shots like intrusive collegiate fairy godmothers. It never occurred to Nate or Dev to make any Friday night plans. Every weekend, they waited for the girls to plan their adventures. He would miss that when he moved to New York, he thought, but he decided he had to assume that his "real life" would work itself out. What was the sense in getting maudlin over the unremarkable end of the four-year headache of university? Sufficiently galvanized, he heaved himself up off his bed and headed to the shower, ...

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Lauryn Chamberlain

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One of Skimm's Books We Couldn't Put Down This Year

Four friends. Fifteen years. Who We Are Now is a story of Sliding Doors moments, those seemingly small choices of early adulthood that determine the course of our lives.
 
It is 2006 and Rachel, Clarissa, Dev, and Nate are best friends, seniors on the eve of their college graduation. Their whole lives are before them, at once full of promise and anxiety. Bound to one another as they are, they imagine their closeness will last forever—but things change as they take their first steps away from one another and into adulthood.
 
Each year is told from one character’s point of view, and in that way, we stride swiftly through their lives. These four friends feel their twenties and thirties flying by, and suddenly small moments fast become regrets or unexpected boons, decisions they’ll spend years wishing they could undo and choices that come to define them. As the foursome endure professional setbacks, deep loss, and creative success, fortunes shift and friendships strain—and it will take a tragic turn of events to bring them together again. 
 
Who We Are Now is a poignant story of epic friendship that jumps boldly through the years, moving at the same unforgiving pace as does that precious, confusing time between college and real life. This novel is perfect for readers who adore tales of friendship, explorations of the second coming of age moment that arrives in our thirties, and fans of Meg Wolitzer’s The Interestings or Dolly Alderton’s Ghosts.

Leseprobe
"Can you believe it's the last night we'll all be here? It's so weird."

Nate shook his head, then massaged his aching neck. No, he couldn't believe it. The last night of college? Four years of midterms and Easy Mac and tapped kegs and a blur of evenings like the one he had just passed had all culminated in . . . this? It seemed both too incredible and too ordinary to be believed.

"Get dressed." Rachel reached over and smoothed his hair. "We need you in the living room at five."

He glanced at the clock again. "Five? I need more time."

"But we missed you so much all day!"

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, we want you to drive us to go pick up vodka for the pregame."

"Ah, bingo."

"Thanks, Natie," Rachel said as she stood up. "I'm going to finish getting ready. The last Friday night!"

Nate leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, trying to will himself to get up and get in the shower. The last Friday night.

Every preceding Friday night for the whole of their senior year had started in pretty much the same way. He and Dev would hang out in their shared room-he was still annoyed the girls had won the battle for the separate bedrooms upstairs-reading for their Joyce seminar, messing around on the guitar, or napping off the effects of a too-wild Thursday night. At some point in the evening, they'd hear the squeak of the stairs, glance up at their sloped ceiling, and wait for the clacking of Rachel's high heels and the stomping of Clarissa's boots as the two of them bounded downstairs. Then the girls would burst into the room, announce the plans for the night, and start needling the boys, making fun of them, dressing them, offering them vodka shots like intrusive collegiate fairy godmothers.

It never occurred to Nate or Dev to make any Friday night plans. Every weekend, they waited for the girls to plan their adventures. He would miss that when he moved to New York, he thought, but he decided he had to assume that his "real life" would work itself out. What was the sense in getting maudlin over the unremarkable end of the four-year headache of university? Sufficiently galvanized, he heaved himself up off his bed and headed to the shower, towel wrapped around his waist.

He ran into Dev in the hallway on the way to the downstairs bathroom. Dev wore swe…