Love You, Mean It
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Ellie Greco is not happy to be stuck in Milborough. For a few brief, shining years, she managed to get away from her hometown to pursue her dream career--designing beautiful, elaborate costumes for theater--until her father's death five years ago called...
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"Ellie Greco is not happy to be stuck in Milborough. For a few brief, shining years, she managed to get away from her hometown to pursue her dream career--designing beautiful, elaborate costumes for theater--until her father's death five years ago called her home to run the family's decades-old deli. Now, out of loyalty to him she keeps it running, trying to bring it into the twenty-first century with trendy ingredients like truffle oils and tinned fish, all the while wondering if she'll ever get another chance at a life on her terms. But when Ellie hears that a local landlord is planning to rent to Mangia, the big-chain purveyor of gourmet foods, Greco's Deli's very existence is suddenly in jeopardy. And it's up to Ellie to save it. She tries to plead her case to Theo Taylor, who works for his father at the property management firm about to put her out of business, but their meeting goes disastrously. Ellie finds Theo arrogant and money-hungry; Theo thinks Ellie is rude and hot-headed. To say they start off on the wrong foot . . . is an understatement. But when an accident in the middle of their meeting sends Theo to the hospital, unconscious, Ellie panics and claims to be his doting fiancâee. When he comes to, he's surprised to find himself engaged--until he realizes Ellie's plan to save her deli is the key to helping him get out from under his overbearing father's thumb and decides to play along. The pretend engagement is a perfect plan - if they can play nice for long enough to convince Theo Taylor, Sr. But the more time they spend scheming together, the more they realize there might be a genuine connection between them."--
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OneOh, but what about the mortadella? I hadn t even thought about that. Though I suppose you don t carry a good mortadella, do you, Ellie? Rose never will buy it here . . .
Ruth Pinsky looked up from the deli case, eyes pinching with preloaded skepticism about the quality of my mostly-pork-fat, the small twist of her head sending the hairspray-regimented battalions of her hair helmet shivering. I took a small, twisted pleasure in noticing that her roots hadn t been touched up for at least a month, a half inch of grizzled salt-and-pepper mounting a rear attack on the permed, brassy blond front lines.
I think it s excellent mortadella, personally. Would you like to try a slice? I managed, hoping my gritted teeth looked something like a smile.
That s probably best. Jimmy s so particular. And some of what I ve brought back in the last few weeks really hasn t been up to par.
Rictus in place, I bent to haul out the mortadella, sliced a paper-thin strip onto a piece of wax paper, and handed it across the counter to Ruth. She nibbled at it thoughtfully, as though she hadn t sampled every f***ing deli meat we carried five times over.
Actually no, that s not fair. She never tried anything exotic, which apparently referred to the turkey and chicken options.
Hmm . . . no, I don t think so. Her mouth pinched with distaste as she finished the entire slice. Thank you, though.
Of course.
I glanced over my shoulder not at all subtly at the retro wall clock mounted on the black-and-white-tiled wall that ran behind the deli counter.
I don t mean to rush you, Mrs. Pinsky, but we re closing soon.
Oh, of course. I suppose . . . the spicy salami? I think Jimmy liked that last time.
That sounds like an excellent choice, I said, reaching for the massive log of cured meat. And we ll always be here tomorrow if you want something else. Half a pound?
She nodded, the skin
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around her eyes still twisted with a mix of disdain and vague worry. All this for half a pound of sandwich meat.
A little less, actually. Jimmy s doctor told him to watch his weight.
And yet, salami.
I wonder . . . she murmured. I started up the slicer and pretended not to hear. Ruth Pinsky didn t know what she wanted on the best of days, and we d just passed the five-sample mark, so clearly this was not the best of days. The whirring of the machine almost managed to drown out the rhythmic thud in my ears, impatience raising my blood pressure. Within seconds, I was weighing the salami, wrapping it, handing it to Ruth.
That ll be five ninety-two.
I waited, tendons in my jaw tightening as she counted out the coins.
And . . . ninety-two. She nodded curtly as she handed over the last penny. Thanks so much, Ellie. See you soon.
Can t wait, Mrs. Pinsky.
I managed to make a show of wiping the counter for five whole seconds before running after her to flip the sign to Closed.
Jesus f***, why was life filled with so many Ruth Pinskys?
Ma would have told me to be charitable. Ever since her youngest boy had finished college and set up in Boston, Ruth, a lifelong homemaker and mother to three smothered sons, hadn t had their every movement to fret over. So instead, she fretted over salami. Three times a week at least. Oh, and occasionally the weather god help whoever she m
A little less, actually. Jimmy s doctor told him to watch his weight.
And yet, salami.
I wonder . . . she murmured. I started up the slicer and pretended not to hear. Ruth Pinsky didn t know what she wanted on the best of days, and we d just passed the five-sample mark, so clearly this was not the best of days. The whirring of the machine almost managed to drown out the rhythmic thud in my ears, impatience raising my blood pressure. Within seconds, I was weighing the salami, wrapping it, handing it to Ruth.
That ll be five ninety-two.
I waited, tendons in my jaw tightening as she counted out the coins.
And . . . ninety-two. She nodded curtly as she handed over the last penny. Thanks so much, Ellie. See you soon.
Can t wait, Mrs. Pinsky.
I managed to make a show of wiping the counter for five whole seconds before running after her to flip the sign to Closed.
Jesus f***, why was life filled with so many Ruth Pinskys?
Ma would have told me to be charitable. Ever since her youngest boy had finished college and set up in Boston, Ruth, a lifelong homemaker and mother to three smothered sons, hadn t had their every movement to fret over. So instead, she fretted over salami. Three times a week at least. Oh, and occasionally the weather god help whoever she m
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Autoren-Porträt von Jilly Gagnon
Jilly Gagnon is the author of Scenes of the Crime, All Dressed Up and the young adult novel #famous. Her humor writing, personal essays, and op-eds have appeared in Newsweek, Elle, Vanity Fair, Boston magazine, and McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, among others. She lives in Salem, Massachusetts, with her family and two black cats.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jilly Gagnon
- 2024, 320 Seiten, Maße: 12,9 x 20,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Dell
- ISBN-10: 0593722965
- ISBN-13: 9780593722961
- Erscheinungsdatum: 30.04.2024
Sprache:
Englisch
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Beautifully written, brilliant, and perfectly salty, Love You, Mean It is a total dream of a rom-com an instant favorite to savor on every reread. Ellie and Theo s sizzling chemistry leaps off the page, and Jilly Gagnon s hilarious subversion of the amnesia trope only adds to the deep tenderness of their slow-burn romance. I adored every moment. Lana Harper, New York Times bestselling author of Payback s a WitchDelightfully tropey . . . Gagnon expertly combines humor and tenderness. . . . This is a sweet confection. Publishers Weekly
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