EDITOR’S NOTE: This letter comes to us from Lily Wilder, the heroine of I Take You, the first big beach read of the season. Lily’s a New Yorker, lawyer extraordinaire, blushing bride. And totally incapable of being faithful to one man.
Can I tell you something? I love bookstores. I do.
Not just because I’m a big reader—I loved Flowers in the Attic, Bonjour Tristesse, Anaïs Nin (all), Colette (again: all), Madame Bovary, Dangerous Liaisons . . . you get the idea. (Merci, France! You’ve taught me so much.) No, I love bookstores because they’re full of hot guys. You know what I’m talking about: the kind of guy who’s all scruffy and bespectacled and underfed, wearing corduroy pants and a dorky concert T-shirt, getting all excited over some Swedish poetry or six-hundred-page treatise on the nature of parks in urban landscapes? I love that guy.
So, yeah. Bookstores. One of my favorite places. Right up there with bars, restaurants, nightclubs, the gym, the doctor’s office, dry cleaners, and the DMV.
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But you don’t need me to tell you how amazing bookstores are—hell, you’re probably in one right now! And anyway, that’s not my mission here today. I’m writing to draw your attention to a brand-new “novel” that’s going to be published in May 2015 by Crown. I Take You, by Eliza Kennedy, is a work of the highest taste and distinction, with one feature that makes it unique, remarkable, and superior to all other books on the market.
It’s about me.
My name is Lily Wilder. I live in Manhattan. I’m a lawyer at a big firm, which sounds totally shitty, right? I actually love it. Anyway, a few months ago I met this guy. His name is Will. He’s amazing. He’s sweet and funny and cute and smart. (We met in a bar, but we could easily have met in a bookstore, because he’s always got his nose buried in in a book. Hot nerd!) We basically swept each other off our feet and decided to get married in my hometown, Key West. Everything was great. Everything was peachy. Everything was just— what the holy fuck am I doing oh my God how can this be happening I can’t get married what am I thinking am I thinking I’m not thinking I need a drink somebody help me please somebody stop me please—
So, here’s the thing. Monogamy? It doesn’t seem to be for me. Fidelity? I just don’t know how you guys do it. Will is great, Will is wonderful, but Will is just one man. There are just so many others out there, strolling past me on the street. Hot men, funny men, powerful men, broken and interesting men. Men like my boss. Fellow lawyers. My dentist. The guy sitting right next to me at the bar where I’m writing this right now, glancing my way. . . .
I Take You follows me to Key West during the week leading up to my wedding (dun-dun-dunn) as I try to sort out my matrimonial mess with the help of my best friend, Freddy, and my opinionated family. At the same time, I’m coping with a work-related disaster that’s threatening my career, the reemergence of an old friend from my dark past, and the mother of all mother-in-laws from hell. Throughout it all, I manage to find time to do what I love: go out with my friends, have a drink (or twelve), and, you know, practice for my wedding night.
So, that’s it. I Take You is funny, sexy, fast-paced, and full of fresh thinking about love, marriage, and monogamy. At least, that’s what all those people said on the back jacket. I haven’t actually read it yet.
But you know what? Maybe I should. It might help me sort this all out.
Yes, I am going to read it! Very soon.
Right after I finish this last drink.
And talk to this guy for a minute.
ps. You should read this excerpt of I Take You by Eliza Kennedy.