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Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh - Softcover

Lippincott, Rachael

 
9781665937542: Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1665937548 ISBN 13: 9781665937542
Verlag: S&S Books for Young Readers, 2024

Inhaltsangabe

From the New York Times bestselling coauthor of Five Feet Apart and She Gets the Girl comes a fresh and inventive sapphic romantic comedy that’s “a gem of a book” (Booklist, starred review) “perfect for fans of Outlander and Bridgerton” (Kirkus Reviews).

What if you found a once-in-a-lifetime love…just not in your lifetime?

Audrey Cameron has lost her spark. But after getting dumped by her first love and waitlisted at her dream art school all in one week, she has no intention of putting her heart on the line again to get it back. So when local curmudgeon Mr. Montgomery walks into her family’s Pittsburgh convenience store saying he can help her, Audrey doesn’t know what she’s expecting…but it’s definitely not that she’ll be transported back to 1812 to become a Regency romance heroine.

Lucy Sinclair isn’t expecting to find an oddly dressed girl claiming to be from two hundred years in the future on her family’s estate. But she has to admit it’s a welcome distraction from being courted by a man her father expects her to marry—who offers a future she couldn’t be less interested in. Not that anyone has cared about what or who she’s interested in since her mother died, taking Lucy’s spark with her.

While the two girls try to understand what’s happening and how to send Audrey home, their sparks make a comeback in a most unexpected way. Because as they both try over and over to fall for their suitors and the happily-ever-afters everyone expects of them, they find instead they don’t have to try at all to fall for each other.

But can a most unexpected love story survive even more impossible circumstances?

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Rachael Lippincott is the coauthor of All This Time, #1 New York Times bestseller Five Feet Apart, She Gets the Girl, Make My Wish Come True, Joy to the Girls and the author of The Lucky List, Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh, and Cruel Affections. She holds a BA in English writing from the University of Pittsburgh. Originally from Bucks County, Pennsylvania, she currently resides in Pennsylvania with her wife, daughters, and dog, Hank.

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Chapter 1: Audrey CHAPTER 1 AUDREY
April 15, 2023

“IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN here right now, you’re fired!” a booming voice calls up the steps outside our apartment. I roll my eyes as I shove my feet into my worn Converse and double-knot the laces.

“I’d like to see you try, old man!” I call back, throwing open the door to reveal my bald dad smirking up at me from the entryway, our dog Cooper at his feet, tail wagging. “Good luck finding someone else who’ll work for free.”

I jog down to meet him, and he taps his watch, raising a thick eyebrow. “Six oh one. You’re late.”

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and hold it up to him. “Six o’clock. Your watch is off.”

“Fine, you can stay another day,” he says, his graying mustache ticking up at the corner as he slides past me to head upstairs and sleep after working the overnight shift.

“Don’t forget the drink delivery at noon,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Roger that.” I pat Cooper’s head on my way through the side door that leads directly into Cameron’s Corner Shop, my usual Saturday morning duties waiting for me.

As I make the coffee, I gaze out the window at Penn Avenue, at the new buildings, modern apartments, and hip restaurants that have moved in since I was a kid perched on my dad’s shoulders while he made the coffee. This street, and so much of Pittsburgh, has changed over the past eighteen years.

But not Cameron’s Corner Shop, with its scuffed floors, sagging shelves, and rusting sign. Our little slice of Pittsburgh has remained exactly the same, even if the customers have changed. Regulars come for the cheap coffee and scratch-offs. Students stumble in on Friday nights to get armfuls of snacks and mixers. Tourists pop their heads in to ask for directions and recommendations. And the bougie people from the overpriced apartments meander in as a last resort when they forget to buy their premium milk and ancient-grain bread, settling for 2 percent and cardboard white.

It isn’t much, but it’s my dad’s pride and joy, his childhood dream of opening a shop on the street where he grew up brought to life after a CVS took the place of the one he used to visit. Something simple and homegrown and constant, for our community, the people that have always been here and always will be here. And that dream became my whole family’s, in a way, his love for the place and the customers and the unusual hours infecting me and my mom.

Plus, it’s easy to be coerced when you get free chips and soda for working the register or stocking the shelves. Can’t say no to a bag of Cheetos and a Cherry Coke. At least not when you’re a kid, before sleeping in and dreams of your own start to seep in. But I try not to think about that now.

Coffee made, I fall into the dull but steady rhythm of the morning, perching behind the counter on a squeaking barstool my dad got off Craigslist with Cooper curled up at my feet, reading a new cartoon-cover romance novel in between greeting the blur of familiar and unfamiliar faces that pass through the front door. Gary the bus driver stops in for his powdered donuts, telling me about an accident on 376 that has traffic backed up all the way to the airport. The cool artist girl who moved in over Vince’s Pizza just down the street grabs a yellow pack of American Spirits, paying in crumpled dollar bills and quarters while I try and fail again to work up the courage to ask her about what she’s working on. A guy I’ve never seen before sprints in to buy a pack of toilet paper, slamming a twenty on the counter and bolting before I even have time to ring him up.

Finally, at eight o’clock sharp, the bells on the front door jingle, and my favorite grumpy customer lumbers inside, bony fingers curled around a wooden cane.

“Hi, Mr. Montgomery,” I call out, and he grunts his usual hello at me before shuffling off to collect his newspaper.

“You draw anything yet?” he asks over his shoulder, and my stomach falls.

“Uh…” I glance at the worn, now-dust-covered sketchbook I’ve kept on the shelf underneath the cash register for years. “Not yet.”

“Doesn’t RISD want everything by May first?” he asks, checking his analog wristwatch. “It’s already—”

I cut him off. “Trust me. I know.” I’ve been acutely aware of the date ever since I was wait-listed at my dream school a few months ago and told to submit a portfolio with five “new and different” pieces as my art “showed promise” but was “too passive, lacking confidence and a strong enough personal point of view.”

Which, like, if they thought I was lacking confidence before that glowing review, imagine what little I had left after.

I reach down and pick up the sketchbook, flipping through the older pages. Faces and hands and bodies flash in front of my eyes, all belonging to customers who passed through our doors. In some way, it doesn’t even feel like my art anymore, all done so long ago that I’m not even sure I remember what it felt like to put a pencil to the paper and have a furrowed brow or unruly hair or gnarled fingers appear.

I watch as slowly but surely filled pages give way to half-started sketches and empty spaces, and then…

Nothing. Blank page after blank page after blank page. The shitty, overwhelming, helpless feeling swims into my bones as I watch my inspiration, my passion, my excitement dry up and disappear completely.

I flip to one of the last marked-up pages, pausing when I see a tiny doodle from last summer, the style different from everything else around it, a cartoon Cooper with a thought bubble saying, “I love you!”

Charlie.

I grimace and slam the sketchbook shut.

How am I supposed to draw when I can’t even look at my sketchbook without thinking of him?

Three years ago, when we met at a summer program at the Rhode Island School of Design that our high school shipped the best ninth- and tenth-grade artists off to, it felt like the best thing that could have happened to me. I hadn’t even wanted to leave Pittsburgh, but when our paths crossed and I’d discovered how much possibility was out there, away from this worn barstool, I was so glad I had. He became my critique partner, then my late-night, slightly buzzed sketching buddy, and from that first warm summer night after a full day in the studio, lying on the grass under a darkening sky, I felt seen. He was a year older, a rising junior, but he just… got me. How much art meant to me. How much it was a part of me.

Or at least I thought he did.

After that we did everything together. We were supposed to go to RISD together, too, back to where it all started.

But then he got rejected last spring and gave up on art altogether, encouraging me to do the same. To stop taking it so seriously and to focus on something more practical, like he’d never actually wanted it at all. It didn’t help that all our friends agreed with him. Ben, Hannah, Claire all nodding away at our lunch table like they hadn’t been begging me to sketch them just last week. Maybe because they’d been his friends first. Or maybe because they knew in their bones we’d drift apart after they graduated and I was left behind. And that was exactly what happened with them, but I still thought Charlie and I would make it. That he’d see me again, even if he didn’t want to see that part of...

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Verlag
S&S Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2024
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1665937548
ISBN 13 
9781665937542
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
352
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