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Someday, Someday, Maybe

A Novel
TaschenbuchKartoniert, Paperback
358 Seiten
Englisch
Penguin Random Houseerschienen am25.03.2014
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER From Lauren Graham, the beloved star of Gilmore Girls and Parenthood, comes a witty, charming, and hilariously relatable debut novel about a struggling young actress trying to get ahead and keep it together in New York City.
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It s January 1995, and Franny Banks has just six months left of the three-year deadline she set for herself when she came to New York, dreaming of Broadway and doing important work. But all she has to show for her efforts so far is a part in an ad for ugly Christmas sweaters, and a gig waiting tables at a comedy club. Her roommates her best friend Jane, and Dan, an aspiring sci-fi writer are supportive, yet Franny knows a two-person fan club doesn t exactly count as success. Everyone tells her she needs a backup plan, and though she can almost picture moving back home and settling down with her perfectly nice ex-boyfriend, she s not ready to give up on her goal of having a career like her idols Diane Keaton and Meryl Streep. Not just yet. But while she dreams of filling their shoes, in the meantime, she d happily settle for a speaking part in almost anything and finding a hair product combination that works.
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Everything is riding on the upcoming showcase for her acting class, where she ll finally have a chance to perform for people who could actually hire her. And she can t let herself be distracted by James Franklin, a notorious flirt and the most successful actor in her class, even though he s suddenly started paying attention. Meanwhile, her bank account is rapidly dwindling, her father wants her to come home, and her agent doesn t return her calls. But for some reason, she keeps believing that she just might get what she came for.
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Someday, Someday, Maybe is a story about hopes and dreams, being young in a city, and wanting something deeply, madly, desperately. It s about finding love, finding yourself, and perhaps most difficult of all in New York City, finding an acting job.

Praise for Someday, Someday, Maybe
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A winning, entertaining read . . . [Lauren Graham] has smartly mined just the right details from her own experience, infusing her work with crackling dialogue and observations about show business that ring funny and true. The Washington Post
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A charmer of a first novel . . . [Graham] has an easy, unforced style and, when the situation calls for it, a keen sense of the ridiculous. The Wall Street Journal
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With insight, care, and an abundance of humor . . . Graham demonstrates that her acting chops are not her only talent. Library Journal
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Thoroughly charming. Entertainment Weekly
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Sweet, funny, and full of heart . . . a dazzling debut. Emily Giffin, New York Times bestselling author of Something Borrowed and Where We Belong
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Warm and funny, charming and smart. Diane Keaton, New York Times bestselling author of Then Again
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Graham deftly captures what it s like to be young, ambitious, and hopeful in New York City. Candace Bushnell, New York Times bestselling author of Sex and the City and The Carrie Diaries
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Fresh and funny and full of zingers, Lauren Graham s charming writing style instantly drew me in. Meg Cabot, bestselling author of the Princess Diaries and Heather Wells Mystery seriesmehr
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KlappentextNEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER From Lauren Graham, the beloved star of Gilmore Girls and Parenthood, comes a witty, charming, and hilariously relatable debut novel about a struggling young actress trying to get ahead and keep it together in New York City.
ÿ
It s January 1995, and Franny Banks has just six months left of the three-year deadline she set for herself when she came to New York, dreaming of Broadway and doing important work. But all she has to show for her efforts so far is a part in an ad for ugly Christmas sweaters, and a gig waiting tables at a comedy club. Her roommates her best friend Jane, and Dan, an aspiring sci-fi writer are supportive, yet Franny knows a two-person fan club doesn t exactly count as success. Everyone tells her she needs a backup plan, and though she can almost picture moving back home and settling down with her perfectly nice ex-boyfriend, she s not ready to give up on her goal of having a career like her idols Diane Keaton and Meryl Streep. Not just yet. But while she dreams of filling their shoes, in the meantime, she d happily settle for a speaking part in almost anything and finding a hair product combination that works.
ÿ
Everything is riding on the upcoming showcase for her acting class, where she ll finally have a chance to perform for people who could actually hire her. And she can t let herself be distracted by James Franklin, a notorious flirt and the most successful actor in her class, even though he s suddenly started paying attention. Meanwhile, her bank account is rapidly dwindling, her father wants her to come home, and her agent doesn t return her calls. But for some reason, she keeps believing that she just might get what she came for.
ÿ
Someday, Someday, Maybe is a story about hopes and dreams, being young in a city, and wanting something deeply, madly, desperately. It s about finding love, finding yourself, and perhaps most difficult of all in New York City, finding an acting job.

Praise for Someday, Someday, Maybe
ÿ
A winning, entertaining read . . . [Lauren Graham] has smartly mined just the right details from her own experience, infusing her work with crackling dialogue and observations about show business that ring funny and true. The Washington Post
ÿ
A charmer of a first novel . . . [Graham] has an easy, unforced style and, when the situation calls for it, a keen sense of the ridiculous. The Wall Street Journal
ÿ
With insight, care, and an abundance of humor . . . Graham demonstrates that her acting chops are not her only talent. Library Journal
ÿ
Thoroughly charming. Entertainment Weekly
ÿ
Sweet, funny, and full of heart . . . a dazzling debut. Emily Giffin, New York Times bestselling author of Something Borrowed and Where We Belong
ÿ
Warm and funny, charming and smart. Diane Keaton, New York Times bestselling author of Then Again
ÿ
Graham deftly captures what it s like to be young, ambitious, and hopeful in New York City. Candace Bushnell, New York Times bestselling author of Sex and the City and The Carrie Diaries
ÿ
Fresh and funny and full of zingers, Lauren Graham s charming writing style instantly drew me in. Meg Cabot, bestselling author of the Princess Diaries and Heather Wells Mystery series
ZusammenfassungNow in trade paperback, the hilarious New York Times bestselling novel by Lauren Graham, beloved star of Parenthood and Gilmore Girls, about an aspiring actress trying to make it in mid-nineties New York City.
Details
ISBN/GTIN978-0-345-53276-3
ProduktartTaschenbuch
EinbandartKartoniert, Paperback
Erscheinungsjahr2014
Erscheinungsdatum25.03.2014
Seiten358 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Gewicht278 g
Artikel-Nr.29941063
Rubriken
GenreRomane Taschenbuch

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe
Chapter 1

"Begin whenever you're ready," comes the voice from the back of the house.

Oh, I'm ready.

After all, I've prepared for this day for years: The Day of the Most Important Audition of a Lifetime Day. Now that it's finally here, I'm going to make a good impression, I'm sure of it. I might even book the job. The thought makes me smile, and I take a deep breath, head high, body alert, but relaxed. I'm ready, alright. I'm ready to speak my first line.

"Eeessssaaheeehaaa." The sound that comes out of me is thin and high, a shrill wheezing whine, like a slowly draining balloon or a drowning cat with asthma.

Shake it off. Don't get rattled. Try again.

I clear my throat.

"Haaaaaawwrrrblerp." Now my tone is low and gravelly, the coarse horn of a barge coming into shore, with a weird burping sound at the end. "Hawrblerp?" That can't be my line. I don't think it's even a word. Oh, God, I hope they don't think I actually burped. It was really more of a gargle, I tell myself-although I don't know which is worse. I can just picture the scene, post-audition: That actress? We brought her in and she positively belched all over the dialogue. Is she any good? Well, I suppose you could use her, if the part calls for lots of gargling. Sounds of cruel laughter, phones slamming into receivers, 8 10 glossies being folded into paper airplanes and aimed into waste paper baskets. Career over, the end.

"Franny?" I can't see who's speaking because the spotlight is so bright, but they're getting impatient, I can tell. My heart is pounding and my palms are starting to sweat. I've got to find my voice, or they'll ask me to leave. Or worse-they'll drag me off stage with one of those giant hooks you see in old movies. In Elizabethan times the audience would throw rotten eggs at the actors if they didn't like a performance. They don't still do that, do they? This is Broadway, or at least, I think it is. They wouldn't just throw-

The tomato bounces off my leg and onto the bare wood floor of the stage.

Splat.

"Franny? Franny?"

I open my eyes halfway. I can see from the window above my bed that it's another gray and drizzly January day. I can see that because I took the curtains down right after Christmas in order to achieve one of my New Year's resolutions, of becoming an earlier riser. Successful actresses are disciplined people who wake up early to focus on their craft, I told myself- even ones who still make their living as waitresses- like me. I started leaving the alarm clock on the landing between Jane's room and mine so I'd have to actually get out of bed in order to turn it off, instead of hitting snooze over and over like I normally do. I also resolved to quit smoking again, to stop losing purses, wallets, and umbrellas, and to not eat any more cheese puffs, not even on special occasions. But I already had two cigarettes yesterday, and although the sun is obscured by the cloudy sky, I'm fairly certain it is far from my new self- appointed rising time of eight a.m. My three- day abstinence from cheese puffs and the umbrella still downstairs by the front door are my only accomplishments of the year so far.

"Franny?"

Only half- awake, I roll over and squint down at the pitted wood floor by my bed, where I notice one black leather Reebok high- top lying on its side. That's strange. It's mine- one of my waitressing shoes- but I thought I'd left them outside the- thwack!- a second Reebok whizzes by, hitting the dust ruffle and disappearing underneath.

"Franny? Sorry, you didn't respond to my knocking?" Dan's voice is muffled and anxious from behind my bedroom door. "I didn't hit you with the shoe, did I?"

Ahhh, it was my shoe that hit me on the leg, not a tomato. What a relief.

"I dreamed it was a tomato!" I yell at the half-open door.

"You want me to come back later?" Dan calls back anxiously.

"Come in!"mehr