Liz Buxbaum loves love.
She specifically loves the happily-ever-after, you-complete-me, running-through-the-train-station BIG love that was the centerpiece of every single rom-com her late mother wrote.
You could say hopeless romanticism is kind of in Liz's genes.
So when the boy who broke her heart by moving away in the fifth grade suddenly returns her senior year, just in time for prom, she's convinced it's fate. It HAS to be, right? She enlists the help of Wes, her infuriating next door neighbor, to gain access to the boy of her dreams.
Only nothing goes as planned.
Every time she sees Michael, something happens that totally screws-up her shot at showing him how "cool" she's become. She gets vomited on at a party, has a gushing bloody nose at a basketball game, and she falls on her face - literally and with great scabbing - as he walks toward her in movie slow-mo.
It's almost like the universe doesn't want them to be together.
Meanwhile, the more time she spends with Wes, the harder it is for her to remember why she'd always hated him. When did he get so charming? And funny? And weak-in-the-knees attractive?
Sometimes fate has a way of switching things up and making a girl fall for the absolute WRONG boy. Can Liz handle having the script flipped?
"Better Than the Movies is a sweet and funny love letter to romantic comedies that shows how happily ever afters can help us navigate our toughest moments. I loved watching Liz learn that unexpected plot twists sometimes make the best stories. Perfect for anyone who wishes their life had a film-worthy soundtrack, a quirky wardrobe, and a memorable meet cute."
author of Waiting For Tom Hanks
After living through a dumpster fire of a Valentine’s Day that includes losing a scholarship, discovering her family is splitting up, and witnessing her boyfriend cheating, Emile Hornby passes out on the couch with her knuckles buried in a quart of consolation Ben and Jerry’s. Only when she wakes up, it is Valentine’s Day again and her hands are chocolate-free. She is stuck in some sort of cosmic Groundhog Day nightmare that she can’t wake up from as she re-watches her boyfriend, Josh, cheat on her day-after-day.
After four Valentinian repeats, she has had it. She decides to embark upon The Day of No Consequences (DONC), where she’s going to do and say whatever she feels like because no matter what, she’ll wake up the next morning with her sins forgotten.
Ultra-introverted Emilie dumps her boyfriend over the school intercom, yells at the scholarship committee, verbally slays the mean girls and quits her job while also letting her creepy boss know just how bad his breath smells. She boldly asks out Nick, her bad-boy lab partner (in front of the whole class), gets a tattoo that says JOSH SUTTON SUCKS, steals her dad’s Porsche for a joyride that results in its impoundment by the police, and she finishes the day by instigating a wild make-out session with Nick in his truck.
Only instead of waking up on yet another Valentine’s Day, she’s roused in the middle of the night by her angry parents. Somehow the universe has put an end to her day-on-repeat, leaving her to face all of the terrible consequences of the things she did on the DONC.
Is it possible for a guy and a girl to be 100% platonic friends?
When Bailey meets Charlie on a 10-hour flight, they debate this question and don’t actually come up with an answer because they’re too busy arguing. About every little thing, for the entire duration of the flight. She finds him obnoxious and infuriating, and he finds her annoyingly uptight. Both are oh-so-happy to walk in separate directions once the plane lands.
When their paths cross two years later – what are the odds in a city of one million - they pick-up right where they left off, launching into a lengthy debate that includes - of course - that BIG question. He says no, she says yes, and they exchange a terse goodbye. Some things never change.
But when they run into each other the following year, they bond over a shared trauma and decide that they maybe CAN be friends. Since each finds the other utterly unappealing and would rather be waterboarded than go out on a date, they’re confident they can make it work. Why not, right?
But some things do change…
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