The Impossible Us - Softcover

Lotz, Sarah

 
9780593436776: The Impossible Us

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One of The New York Times best Fantasy novels of 2022!

"An utterly delightful epistolary romance....The Impossible Us is that rare 'I laughed, I cried' book."—The New York Times

Nick: Failed writer. Failed husband. Dog owner.

Bee: Serial dater. Dress maker. Pringles enthusiast.

One day, their paths cross over a misdirected email. The connection is instant, electric. They feel like they’ve known each other all their lives. So they decide to meet.

While Nick buys a new suit, and gets his courage up, Bee steps away from her desk, and sets off to meet him at a London train station. With their happily-ever-after nearly in hand, what happens next is incredible and threatens to separate them forever.

As their once in a lifetime connection is tested, Nick and Bee will discover whether being together is an impossible chance worth taking.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Sarah Lotz is a novelist and screenwriter based on the Welsh borders. Her novels include the bestselling The Three and Day Four, both of which are currently being adapted for television.

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From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Listen you tight-fisted pea-brained grouse-shooting tweedy twat, you may own half the fucking countryside but you don't own me. You think I like hounding you? You think this is fun for me? But if you think I'm just going to lie back and let you screw me over like you no doubt screw over everyone who comes into your entitled orbit of damp lolling spaniels, vintage Land Rovers and Eton-induced PTSD then you've got another think coming.

 

DO THE RIGHT THING FOR ONCE IN YOUR BADGER-BAITING FOX-SLAUGHTERING LIFE.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Hi.

 

You might want to double-check the recipient address. Far as I know, I've never owned a Land Rover & have definitely never been to Eton (don't have the right equipment). Or is this a fiendishly creative scam & you're using my response to embed malware? If so, you got me. Enjoy!

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Gawd. I'm so bloody sorry. Using a new account and mis-copied the address. Angry fingers. Thanks for replying and letting me know. Sorry you had to read that, whoever you are.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

TBH almost didn't reply, but that was some impressive Malcolm Tucker-grade cursing you did there, & I was intrigued. Did the intended recipient kill your cat or something?

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Worse. Didn't pay me for work owed. That's the toned-down version believe it or not. Took out all the "C" words at the last minute. There were a lot of those.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

What kind of work? You don't have to answer obvs, I'm killing time. Don't usually strike up conversations with complete strangers

I swear!

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

You deserve an answer-I did unintentionally call you a twat. I'm a freelance editor and my tweedy arse of a client commissioned me to edit his novel. Ended up rewriting the thing, pretty much from scratch. Sent it to him 2 months ago. No feedback. No payment. Nada.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Very sorry to hear that. What was the novel about? The Girl in the Grouse Shoot?

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

HA! Close! You really want to know?

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Sure. You'll be saving me from the perils of online shopping. I've already bought a duvet cover with David Bowie's face on it that

I don't need.

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

You can never have too much Bowie. I'd sleep under him and I'm as straight as they come. Crime novel. Not a bad plot. The remains of a body are unearthed on a country estate. Turns out to be a violent hunt saboteur who went missing in the 80s. Narrated by a landowner who may or may not have killed him . . .

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Well don't keep me in suspense. DID he kill him?

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Yeah. Accidentally on purpose. Like you do when you have guns to hand and the underclass try to mess with your blood sports. Supposed to be morally ambiguous but not sure I pulled that off. Hard to get a reader to root for a main character whose idea of a good time is killing baby animals.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Is it autobiographical? If so, you might want to tone down that message . . .

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Wouldn't put it past him. Nah. That's not fair. Said he didn't do that kind of thing anymore.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

What kind of thing? Hunting or murder?

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Both (I hope). Thing is, despite the tweedy twatness, I quite liked him when we met. Old bugger, generous with the booze, lives in one of those crumbling stately homes straight out of a period drama about emotionally stunted aristocrats. Said he wanted to write a novel before he died but "didn't have the time." They always say that. Worked my arse off on his manuscript, sent it to him and apart from a "thanks, will read asap" haven't heard a word.

 

But you don't want to hear all this.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

I share your pain. Nonpaying Clients From Hell are the freelancers' curse.

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Spoken like a fellow sufferer. What field are you in?

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

You'd be doing me a favor the way things are going. If you're an assassin I might commission you. Only . . . can I pay you in installments?

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Ha ha. Nothing that exciting. I'm in fashion. Kind of.

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

Kind of? Tell me more. Just so you know, my idea of fashion is trousers that aren't covered in dog hair.

 

From: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

To: NB26@zone.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

I'm more of a glorified seamstress. Have a small business repurposing wedding dresses.

 

From: NB26@zone.com

 

To: Bee1984@gmail.com

 

Subject: What the HELL is wrong with you?

 

What do you repurpose them into? Shrouds?...

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