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Landline: A Novel Kindle Edition
#1 New York Times bestselling author! A New York Times Best Seller! Goodreads Choice Award Winner for Best Fiction of 2014! An Indie Next Pick!
From New York Times bestselling author of Eleanor & Park and Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell, comes a hilarious, heart-wrenching take on love, marriage, and magic phones.
Georgie McCool knows her marriage is in trouble. That it's been in trouble for a long time. She still loves her husband, Neal, and Neal still loves her, deeply-but that almost seems beside the point now.
Maybe that was always beside the point.
Two days before they're supposed to visit Neal's family in Omaha for Christmas, Georgie tells Neal that she can't go. She's a TV writer, and something's come up on her show; she has to stay in Los Angeles. She knows that Neal will be upset with her-Neal is always a little upset with Georgie-but she doesn't expect to him to pack up the kids and go without her.
When her husband and the kids leave for the airport, Georgie wonders if she's finally done it. If she's ruined everything.
That night, Georgie discovers a way to communicate with Neal in the past. It's not time travel, not exactly, but she feels like she's been given an opportunity to fix her marriage before it starts. . . .
Is that what she's supposed to do?
Or would Georgie and Neal be better off if their marriage never happened?
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSt. Martin's Press
- Publication dateJuly 8, 2014
- File size1853 KB
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Editorial Reviews
Amazon.com Review
An Amazon Best Book of the Month, July 2014: In Landline, Rainbow Rowell once again shares her insightful, funny perspective on love and relationships, this time delving into a marriage floundering in the wake of kids, careers, and the daily grind. Georgie and Neal have been married for fifteen years and have two young girls who Neal cares for while Georgie works as a sitcom writer. When Georgie skips the family trip to her in-laws in Omaha for Christmas and the rest of her family goes without her, she realizes that maybe her marriage is going too. When a line to the past (literally) gives Georgie a chance to re-live an earlier pivotal moment in their relationship, she sees it as an opportunity to figure out if she and Neal should have been together in the first place. Landline is a deeply resonant story about being willing to go all in--at the start or after being together for many years--for the kind of love that makes “everything else just scenery.” --Seira Wilson
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“The magic phone becomes Ms. Rowell's way to rewrite ‘It's a Wonderful Life'…what that film accomplished with an angel named Clarence, Ms. Rowell accomplishes with a quaint old means of communication, and for her narrative purposes, it really does the trick.” ―The New York Times
“While the topic might have changed, this is still Rowell--reading her work feels like listening to your hilariously insightful best friend tell her best stories.” ―Library Journal, starred review on Landline
“Her characters are instantly lovable, and the story moves quickly…the ending manages to surprise and satisfy all at once. Fans will love Rowell's return to a story close to their hearts.” ―Kirkus Reviews on Landline
“Rowell is, as always, a fluent and enjoyable writer--the pages whip by.” ―Publishers Weekly on Landline
“Keen psychological insight, irrepressible humor and a supernatural twist: a woman can call her husband in the past.” ―Time Magazine on Landline
“The dialogue flows naturally; it's zippy, funny, and fresh. The flirtation between young Georgie and Neal is genuinely romantic.” ―Boston Globe
“After the blazing successes of Eleanor & Park, Fangirl and Attachments, it's become clear that Rowell is an absolute master of rendering emotionally authentic and absorbing stories...While the novel soars in its more poignant moments, Rowell injects the proper dose of humor to keep you laughing through your tears.” ―RT Book Reviews on Landline
“To skip her work because of its rom-com sheen would be to miss out on the kind of swift, canny honesty of that passage, which is typical of the pleasures of Landline -- it's a book that's a joy from sentence to sentence, and on that intimate level there's absolutely nothing unoriginal or clichéd in the way Rowell thinks. Her work is dense with moments of sharp observation…and humor.” ―Chicago Tribune Printers Row
“But a focus on the endings is the wrong one when you're reading a book of Rowell's. What matters most are the middles, which she packs with thoughtful dissections of how we live today, reflections upon the many ways in which we can love and connect as humans, and tacit reassurances of the validity of our feelings regardless of our particular experiences.” ―Slate.com on Landline
“Landline might not have any teenage protagonists, but it does have all the pleasures of Rowell's YA work -- immediate writing that's warm and energetic” ―Time.com
“More gentle, more real than Douglas Coupland, more smooth and also more clever than Helen Fielding. Truly, slowly, sweetly gorgeous.” ―The Globe & Mail
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Landline
A Novel
By Rainbow RowellSt. Martin's Press
Copyright © 2015 Rainbow RowellAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-04954-4
CHAPTER 1
Georgie pulled into the driveway, swerving to miss a bike.
Neal never made Alice put it away.
Apparently bicycles never got stolen back in Nebraska—and people never tried to break in to your house. Neal didn’t even lock the front door most nights until after Georgie came home, though she’d told him that was like putting a sign in the yard that said PLEASE ROB US AT GUNPOINT. “No,” he’d said. “That would be different, I think.”
She hauled the bike up onto the porch and opened the (unlocked) door.
The lights were off in the living room, but the TV was still on. Alice had fallen asleep on the couch watching Pink Panther cartoons. Georgie went to turn it off and stumbled over a bowl of milk sitting on the floor. There was a stack of laundry folded on the coffee table—she grabbed whatever was on the top to wipe it up.
When Neal stepped into the archway between the living room and the dining room, Georgie was crouched on the floor, sopping up milk with a pair of her own underwear.
“Sorry,” he said. “Alice wanted to put milk out for Noomi.”
“It’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention.” Georgie stood up, wadding the wet underwear in her fist. She nodded at Alice. “Is she feeling okay?”
Neal reached out and took the underwear, then picked up the bowl. “She’s fine. I told her she could wait up for you. It was this whole negotiation over eating her kale and not using the word ‘literally’ anymore because it’s literally driving me crazy.” He looked back at Georgie on his way to the kitchen. “You hungry?”
“Yeah,” she said, following him.
Neal was in a good mood tonight. Usually when Georgie got home this late … Well, usually when Georgie got home this late, he wasn’t.
She sat at the breakfast bar, clearing a space for her elbows among the bills and library books and second-grade worksheets.
Neal walked to the stove and turned on a burner. He was wearing pajama pants and a white T-shirt, and he looked like he’d just gotten a haircut—probably for their trip. If Georgie touched the back of his head now, it’d feel like velvet one way and needles the other.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to pack,” he said. “But I washed everything in your hamper. Don’t forget that’s it’s cold there—you always forget that it’s cold.”
She always ended up stealing Neal’s sweaters.
He was in such a good mood tonight.…
He smiled as he made up her plate. Stir-fry. Salmon. Kale. Other green things. He crushed a handful of cashews in his fist and sprinkled them on top, then set the plate in front of her.
When Neal smiled, he had dimples like parentheses—stubbly parentheses. Georgie wanted to pull him over the breakfast bar and nose at his cheeks. (That was her standard response to Neal smiling.) (Though Neal probably wouldn’t know that.)
“I think I washed all your jeans…,” he said, pouring her a glass of wine.
Georgie took a deep breath. She just had to get this over with. “I got good news today.”
He leaned back against the counter and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. So … Maher Jafari wants our show.”
“What’s a Maher Jafari?”
“He’s the network guy we’ve been talking to. The one who green-lit The Lobby and that new reality show about tobacco farmers.”
“Right.” Neal nodded. “The network guy. I thought he was giving you the cold shoulder.”
“We thought he was giving us the cold shoulder,” Georgie said. “Apparently he just has cold shoulders.”
“Huh. Wow. That is good news. So—” He cocked his head to the side. “—why don’t you seem happy?”
“I’m thrilled,” Georgie said. Shrilly. God. She was probably sweating. “He wants a pilot, scripts. We’ve got a big meeting to talk casting.…”
“That’s great,” Neal said, waiting. He knew she was burying the lead.
Georgie closed her eyes. “… on the twenty-seventh.”
The kitchen was quiet. She opened them. Ah, there was the Neal she knew and loved. (Truly. On both counts.) The folded arms, the narrowed eyes, the knots of muscle in both corners of his jaw.
“We’re going to be in Omaha on the twenty-seventh,” he said.
“I know,” she said. “Neal, I know.”
“So? Are you planning to fly back to L.A. early?”
“No, I … we have to get the scripts ready before then. Seth thought—”
“Seth.”
“All we’ve got done is the pilot,” Georgie said. “We’ve got nine days to write four episodes and get ready for the meeting—it’s really lucky that we have some time off from Jeff’d Up this week.”
“You have time off because it’s Christmas.”
“I know that it’s Christmas, Neal—I’m not skipping Christmas.”
“You’re not?”
“No. Just skipping … Omaha. I thought we could all skip Omaha.”
“We already have plane tickets.”
“Neal. It’s a pilot. A deal. With our dream network.”
Georgie felt like she was reading from a script. She’d already had this entire conversation, almost verbatim, this afternoon with Seth.…
“It’s Christmas,” she’d argued. They were in their office, and Seth was sitting on Georgie’s side of the big L-shaped desk they shared. He’d had her cornered.
“Come on, Georgie, we’ll still have Christmas—we’ll have the best Christmas ever after the meeting.”
“Tell that to my kids.”
“I will. Your kids love me.”
“Seth, it’s Christmas. Can’t this meeting wait?”
“We’ve already been waiting our whole career. This is happening, Georgie. Now. It’s finally happening.”
Seth wouldn’t stop saying her name.
Neal’s nostrils were flaring.
“My mom’s expecting us,” he said.
“I know,” Georgie whispered.
“And the kids … Alice sent Santa Claus a change-of-address card, so he’d know she’d be in Omaha.”
Georgie tried to smile. It was a weak effort. “I think he’ll figure it out.”
“That’s not—” Neal shoved the corkscrew in a drawer, then slammed it shut. His voice dropped. “That’s not the point.”
“I know.” She leaned over her plate. “But we can go see your mom next month.”
“And take Alice out of school?”
“If we have to.”
Neal had both hands on the counter, clenching the muscles in his forearms. Like he was retroactively bracing himself for bad news. His head was hanging down, and his hair fell away from his forehead.
“This might be our shot,” Georgie said. “Our own show.”
Neal nodded without lifting his head. “Right,” he said. His voice was soft and flat.
Georgie waited.
Sometimes she lost her place when she was arguing with Neal. The argument would shift into something else—into somewhere more dangerous—and Georgie wouldn’t even realize it. Sometimes Neal would end the conversation or abandon it while she was still making her point, and she’d just go on arguing long after he’d checked out.
Georgie wasn’t sure whether this even qualified as an argument. Yet.
So she waited.
Neal hung his head.
“What does ‘right’ mean?” she finally asked.
He pushed off the counter, all bare arms and square shoulders. “It means that you’re right. Obviously.” He started clearing the stove. “You have to go to this meeting. It’s important.”
He said it almost lightly. Maybe everything was going to be fine, after all. Maybe he’d even be excited for her. Eventually.
“So,” she said, testing the air between them. “We’ll see about visiting your mom next month?”
Neal opened the dishwasher and started gathering up dishes. “No.”
Georgie pressed her lips together and bit them. “You don’t want to take Alice out of school?”
He shook his head.
She watched him load the dishwasher. “This summer, then?”
His head jerked slightly, like something had brushed his ear. Neal had lovely ears. A little too big, and they poked out at the top like wings. Georgie liked to hold his head by his ears. When he’d let her.
She could imagine his head in her hands now. Could feel her thumbs stroking the tops of his ears, her knuckles brushing against his clippered hair.
“No,” he said again, standing up straight and wiping his palms on his pajama pants. “We’ve already got plane tickets.”
“Neal, I’m serious. I can’t miss this meeting.”
“I know,” he said, turning toward her. His jaw was set. Permanently.
Back in college, Neal had thought about joining the military; he would have been really good at the part where you have to deliver terrible news or execute a heartbreaking order without betraying how much it was costing you. Neal’s face could fly the Enola Gay.
“I don’t understand,” Georgie said.
“You can’t miss this meeting,” he said. “And we already have plane tickets. You’ll be working all week anyway. So you stay here, focus on your show—and we’ll go see my mom.”
“But it’s Christmas. The kids—”
“They can have Christmas again with you when we get back. They’ll love that. Two Christmases.”
Georgie wasn’t sure how to react. Maybe if Neal had been smiling when he said that last thing …
He motioned at her plate. “Do you want me to heat that back up for you?”
“It’s fine,” she said.
He nodded his head, minimally, then brushed past her, leaning over just enough to touch his lips to her cheek. Then he was in the living room, lifting Alice up off the couch. Georgie could hear him shushing her—“It’s okay, sweetie, I’ve got you”—and climbing the stairs.
Copyright © 2014 by Rainbow Rowell
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- ASIN : B00HP1JYZE
- Publisher : St. Martin's Press (July 8, 2014)
- Publication date : July 8, 2014
- Language : English
- File size : 1853 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 331 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #655,454 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #755 in Marriage & Divorce Fiction
- #813 in Women's Humorous Fiction
- #1,399 in Humorous Science Fiction (Books)
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About the author
Rainbow Rowell writes all kinds of stuff.
Sometimes she writes about adults (ATTACHMENTS, LANDLINE). Sometimes she writes about teenagers (ELEANOR & PARK, FANGIRL). Sometimes — actually, a lot of the time — she writes about lovesick vampires and guys with dragon wings (THE SIMON SNOW TRILOGY).
Recently, she’s been writing short stories. Her first collection, SCATTERED SHOWERS, is out now. She also writes the monthly SHE-HULK comic for Marvel.
Rainbow lives in Omaha, Nebraska.
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Hot Toasty Rag, May 25, 2017
I loved this book, even though on the surface, it seemed like I wouldn’t. In general, I don’t tend to enjoy fantasy/science fiction, and in general, because of where I am in my life, I find it difficult to identify or root for middle-aged women with children. However, this time-traveling fantasy was entertaining, hilarious, and highly recommended by yours truly.
A woman with a challenging job, two typically needy children, and a marriage that’s lost its luster, reaches an impasse. The ageless question of “What if?” enters her mind as she starts to doubt her life choices, and in particular, her decision to marry her college sweetheart. Now, the fantasy element of the story appears: Georgie, the protagonist, visits her childhood home, and in a wallowing moment of nostalgia, she picks up her old landline phone. All of a sudden, she’s entered a portal fifteen years in the past, to the time right before she became engaged back in college. How is this happening, and why? And as the phone calls continue, will she be able to change her present through the past?
This book is so funny, and the details from Georgie’s job are so spot-on, I’d be surprised if Rainbow Rowell hadn’t used some of her own experiences. Check out this passage below for Rowell’s description of Georgie’s children; rarely have I read such an accurate description of motherhood. If you like the humor and realism, you’ll like the novel. I didn’t happen to like the ending, but you can’t have everything.
“Daddy said I could wear my boots,” Alice croaked.
“Where are they?” Georgie whispered.
“Daddy knows.”
They woke Noomi up, looking for them.
Then Noomi wanted HER boots.
Then Georgie offered to get them yogurt, but Neal said they’d eat at the airport; he’d packed snacks.
He let Georgie explain why she wasn’t getting on the plane with them—“Are you driving instead?” Alice asked—while he ran up and down the stairs, and in and out the front door, double-checking things and rounding up bags.
Georgie tried to tell the girls that they’d be having such a good time, they’d hardly miss her—and that they’d all celebrate together next week. “We’ll have two Christmases,” Georgie said.
“I don’t think that’s actually possible,” Alice argued.
Noomi started crying because her sock was turned the wrong way around her toes. Georgie couldn’t tell if she wanted it seam-on-the-bottom or seam-on-top. Neal came in from the garage and whipped off Noomi’s boot to fix it. “Car’s here,” he said.
[…]
“You’re the best mommy in the world,” Noomi said. Everything was always “the best” and “the worst” with Noomi. Everything was “never” and “always.”
“And you are the best four-year-old girl in the world,” Georgie said, smashing her nose with a kiss.
“KITTY,” Noomi said. She was still tearful from the sock problem.
“You are the best kitty in the world.” Georgie tucked Noomi’s wispy yellow-brown hair behind her ear and pulled her T-shirt smooth over her belly.
“Green kitty.”
“The best green kitty.”
“Meow,” Noomi said.
“Meow,” Georgie answered.
“Mom?” Alice asked.
“Yeah?” Georgie pulled the seven-year-old closer—“Here, give me all your hugs”—but Alice was too busy thinking to hug back.
“If Santa brings your presents to Grandma’s house, I’ll save them for you. I’ll put them in my suitcase.”
“Santa doesn’t usually bring Mommy presents.”
“Well, but IF he does…”
“Meow,” Noomi said.
“Okay,” Georgie agreed, holding Alice in her left arm and scooping Noomi close with her right, “if he brings me presents, you can take care of them for me.”
“Mommy, meow!”
“Meow,” Georgie said, squeezing them both.
“Mom?”
“Yes, Alice.”
“The true meaning of Christmas isn’t presents anyway, it’s Jesus. But not for us, because we’re not religious. The true meaning of Christmas for us is just family.”
Georgie kissed her cheek. “That’s true.”
“I know.”
“Okay. I love you. I love you both so much.”
“To the moon and back?” Alice asked.
“Oh my God,” Georgie said, “so much farther.”
“To the moon and back infinity?”
“Meow!”
“Meow,” Georgie said. “Infinity times infinity. I love you so much, it hurts.”
Noomi’s face fell. “It hurts?”
“She doesn’t mean it LITERALLY,” Alice said. “Right, Mom? Not LITERALLY?”
“No. Well. Sometimes.”
Last year, Rainbow Rowell catapulted onto my list of favorite authors with two of her books, Eleanor & Park and Fangirl. I just loved her writing and the characters she created, and both books made my year-end list of the best books I read. So needless to say, when I saw she had a new book coming out this year, I couldn't wait to get my hands on it, and I waited to see how it would be different.
Georgie McCool is a successful sitcom writer, a job she has dreamed of for as long as she can remember. She and her best friend, Seth, have been a comedy team since college, and they have risen through the ranks of the comedy writing world. They're finally working on a commercially successful show, despite the fact that they hate the comedian who is the star, and they dream of someday having their own show, the show they've thought of and planned for since they first met.
Georgie and her husband, Neal, have dated since college. While they both truly love each other, and the family they have created with their two young daughters, they don't always get along. But what married couple does, right? Maybe Georgie doesn't try as hard as she could, maybe she's not as fully involved in taking care of the girls as Neal is. And maybe Neal resents Georgie's weird symbiotic relationship with Seth all these years. But every couple has issues.
"How does anyone ever know whether love is enough? It's an idiotic question. Like, if you fall in love, if you're that lucky, who are you to even ask whether it's enough to make you happy?"
One day, Georgie and Seth finally get the news they've been hoping for—their dream show has been given the go-ahead by a network executive to be a mid-season replacement. They have just a few days to come up with the first several scripts. The only problem is, it's two days before Christmas, and Neal, Georgie, and the girls have plans to go to Nebraska to visit Neal's mother. But Georgie says she has to stay in Los Angeles, as she can't give up this dream.
Georgie is reeling from Neal's departure, and her fears that this may be the crushing blow to their marriage. One night she finds a way to communicate with college-aged Neal, at a moment when their relationship was at a crossroads. Although she fears continuing to speak with "past Neal" might ruin something in the future (a la Back to the Future), she can't tear herself away, and at the same time, she can't help but wonder whether there's some cosmic opportunity to try and fix something in their relationship—and whether she should stop it this time before it took off.
I read Landline in a day. While I didn't love it as much as Rowell's earlier books, I really, really enjoyed it. As I've said numerous times before, I'm sappy enough to enjoy stories of making love work through difficult times, and I guess I've read enough books with gimmicks like these that I didn't have any trouble with this plot twist either. In fact, I imagined what I would do if I had the same opportunity Georgie did.
If I have any criticism of Landline, it's that the characters are all fairly unsympathetic. From time to time, I wanted to shake nearly every one of them to say what they were thinking, to prevent something major from happening, although I know that's pretty much like life is. But I just love the way Rowell writes, so even with cranky characters, she has the ability to charm me and keep me reading. Can't wait for her next one!!