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"This book is a celebration of the 'magnificent, cruel, sublime, heartbreaking party' that is love. I'm quoting one of my favorite lines from How to Be Single here. It follows the dating lives of five single New York women, one of whom, narrator Julie, is writing a book about how bachelorettes across the world manage. How to Be Single book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. It's the most annoying question and they just can't help asking y.

She was so startling in her legal acumen and plain old-fashioned charisma that she became the youngest law professor at NYU. By day Alice was saving the world, and by night she was inspiring yuppie born-and-bred law students to forget their dreams of nice Manhattan co-ops and Hampton summer shares to go into Legal Aid law and do something important. She was outrageously successful. She made insubordination and compassion cool again. She got them to actually believe that helping people was more important than making money.

She was a Goddess. The truth hurts too much.

Alice is no longer a Legal Aid attorney. A cab veered over to pick us up. It was criminal. It was a crime against my ovaries. It was a felony against my biological time clock. He stole five of my precious childbearing years from me and that should be considered grand larceny of motherhood and be punishable by hanging. I thought it best to let her finish this on her own. When she was done, we walked to opposite sides of the cab to get in and she continued talking to me over the cab roof without taking a breath.

I can make up for lost time, I can. Confused, I sank into the cab.

You heard me. But this time the underdog is herself: a thirty-eight-year-old single woman in New York City. No matter how shitty I feel. Remember when I had that really bad flu?

I got out of the house and went to a singles night at New York Theatre Workshop. The night after my hand surgery I took some Percocet and went to that huge benefit for the Central Park Conservancy. But then I also have hobbies. I purposely do what I love to do, because you know, when you least expect it, that could be when you meet someone.

How can you ever, ever least expect it? By doing interesting things. And naturally, Alice was ready to go. Every place is too smoky. None of it agrees with her blood type.

She is one of those very pretty, waiflike blond girls you see in yoga classes in every major city across America.

Serena is also a student of Hinduism. She believes in equanimity in all things. She sees this as perfection, the world showing her that she needs to work on herself more. For how can you really be a true partner to someone until you are a fully realized human being yourself? So Serena has worked on herself. She has worked on herself to such an extent that she has actually become a human maze. I pity the man who ever attempts to enter the winding corridors and dead-end tunnels that are her dietary restrictions, meditation schedule, new age workshops, yoga classes, vitamin regimes, and distilled water needs.

If she works on herself any more, she will become a shut-in. Serena is that friend you always see alone; the one whom no one else knows. You have a friend named Serena? I met Serena in college and she used to be just like everyone else.

She was always a tad obsessive-compulsive, but back then it was a quirk and not a lifestyle choice. All through her twenties she would meet guys and go out. And she had a long-term boyfriend for three years as well. So we encouraged her not to lead him along—never dreaming that he might be the last real relationship for the rest of her wheat-free life.

And after Clyde she still managed to date—not aggressively so, but whenever something came up. But around thirty-five, when she never found anyone who truly interested her, she started focusing on other aspects of her life. Which, to be fair, is what many of the self-help books that I help publicize tell women to do. These books also tell you to love yourself. So Serena started focusing on other things, and thus began the classes and crazy diet stuff.

Unlike Alice, at least in terms of dating, Serena decided to go quietly into that good night.

Because if done well, it can make you relax, enjoy your life, and actually allow your inner light to shine brighter and stronger than ever before. But in my opinion, that strategy, if followed incorrectly or for too long, can make your light go out, slowly, day by day. You can become sexless and cut off. I think love is out there finding people whose lights are burning so brightly that you could actually see them from the space shuttle.

But still, she has a calming effect on me. She is capable of listening to me vent about how much I hate my job, with the patience of Gandhi. I grew up in New Jersey, not so terribly far away, just a bridge or a tunnel from the city of my dreams.

I moved here to be a writer, then I thought I might be a documentary filmmaker, then I even took a few courses in anthropology, thinking I might move to Africa and study the Masai warriors or some other almost-extinct tribe. I am fascinated by our species, and loved the idea of reporting on them in some way.

But I realized I inherited a strong practical streak from my father. I liked indoor plumbing, and knowing I had health insurance. So I got a job in publishing. But now, the novelty of being able to afford groceries had definitely lost its initial thrill.

And throughout all my complaining, Serena listens quietly. Get another job in publicity? I hate publicity. Or be unemployed? But every Friday, Serena would listen to me bitch about my work frustrations as if it were the first time I was bringing it up.

So I thought, why not? My friends have always been curious about her.

Why not try to convince her to go out? So why bother? In terms of the facts, Serena has a point. We were going out to have fun, to celebrate being single and being sort of young or at least not yet old and alive and living in the best city in the world. Because going out with your friends was simply that much fun. But I continued my plea.

We are just going out to go out. To be out in the world, eating, drinking, talking, laughing. Sometimes something unexpected happens and sometimes, most of the time, you just go home. But you go out, you know, to go out.

To see what might happen. And make sure they have a vegetable plate on the menu. Ruby opened the door in her pajamas. Her hair was severely matted, almost in a predreadlocked state of knots. Of course.

She proceeded to walk back into her bedroom. Her apartment was impeccably neat. She was a very tidy depressive. It gave me hope. It looked really comfortable. I was starting to think about taking a nap myself.

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Ruby is an adorable, long-haired brunette, a perfectly curvy, feminine creature of soothing tones and tender words. And Ruby likes to talk about her feelings. She sat up. Usually, you know, I open my eyes and I already feel like shit. Like in my sleep I was feeling like shit, and waking up was just an extension of that, you know? But I think it was an improvement, you know? It made me see that I was getting better.

And then fifteen minutes. He died of kidney failure three months ago. She has been keeping me updated on the physical sensations of her profound depression every day since.

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And not only that, but I feel superior about it. I believe anyone with a pet is actually weaker than I. I need conditional love. I need to be loved by someone who can fully comprehend that when he sees me get locked out of my apartment three times in one month, that that may very well be the Thing About Me That Is Never Going to Change.

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Her Body, Our Laws. Michelle Oberman.So just get used to the fact that your life will be loveless and hopeless. It you crave entertainment and a bit of insight into the dating scene, then I think you will like it. Chrys Howard. By the end of the novel, she has grown considerably. Ruby is an adorable, long-haired brunette, a perfectly curvy, feminine creature of soothing tones and tender words.

Elena Ferrante. Lesley Regan and Joe Leigh Simpson. Fed up with New York City's dating scene and depressed by the marital failures of her friends, thirty-seven-year-old publicist Julie Jenson travels throughout the world to learn how women from other cultures cope with being single, while her friends back home struggle with their own romantic foibles.

I gave the book two stars, instead of one, because of the positive message it conveys in the end. I am tired, frustrated, and furious with these books that appear like they're girl-power, single-woman anthems, and then spend hundreds of pages reinforcing the old saw that a woman is nothing without a man.