Attachments

Attachments

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by Rainbow Rowell, Laura Hamilton
     
 

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"Hi, I'm the guy who reads your e-mail, and also, I love you . . . "

From the award-winning author of Eleanor & Park, Fangirl, and Landline comes a hilarious and heartfelt novel about love in the workplace.

Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder know that somebody is monitoring their work e-mail. (Everybody in the newsroom knows. It

Overview

"Hi, I'm the guy who reads your e-mail, and also, I love you . . . "

From the award-winning author of Eleanor & Park, Fangirl, and Landline comes a hilarious and heartfelt novel about love in the workplace.

Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder know that somebody is monitoring their work e-mail. (Everybody in the newsroom knows. It's company policy.) But they can't quite bring themselves to take it seriously. They go on sending each other endless and endlessly hilarious e-mails, discussing every aspect of their personal lives.

Meanwhile, Lincoln O'Neill can't believe this is his job now- reading other people's e-mail. When he applied to be "internet security officer," he pictured himself building firewalls and crushing hackers- not writing up a report every time a sports reporter forwards a dirty joke.

When Lincoln comes across Beth's and Jennifer's messages, he knows he should turn them in. But he can't help being entertained-and captivated-by their stories.

By the time Lincoln realizes he's falling for Beth, it's way too late to introduce himself.

What would he say . . . ?
 

Editorial Reviews

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A lonely IT guy discovers that you can fall in love with some one by email even if you’re not part of the dialogue.

*****

Can you fall in love by e-mail? Ask Lincoln, a lonely guy who lands an Internet security job monitoring the communications of his fellow employees at a local newspaper. Lincoln chances upon ongoing online chats of newsroom workers Jennifer and Beth; before long, he's caught up in their juicy personal revelations. Jennifer is happily married, yet deeply conflicted about becoming a parent; Beth just can't seem to meet the right man. Lincoln, too, has been luckless in love; shy and still licking his wounds from a breakup, he falls fervently for Beth, who, he's never met. But does she really want to meet, much less date the company Peeping Tom?

Attachments is a warm, witty romantic comedy that zips along as fast as a text message, offering a fresh take on love in the digital age.

"Crackling, laugh-out-loud dialogue, characters that feel painfully real, and a sweet premise about love in the information age. If Attachments were an e-mail, I'd be forwarding it to my entire list of contacts." — Jodi Picoult

Publishers Weekly
In sweet, silly, and incredibly long digital missives, best newsroom pals Beth and Jennifer trade gossip over their romances—Beth with her marriage-phobic boyfriend, Chris, and Jennifer with her baby-mania-stricken husband, Mitch. What they don't know is that the newly hired computer guy, Lincoln, an Internet security officer charged with weeding out all things unnecessary or pornographic, is reading their messages. But lonely Lincoln lets the gals slide on their inappropriate office mail and gets hooked on their soapy dalliances, falling head over heels for the unlucky-in-love Beth. Debut novelist and real-life newspaper columnist Rowell has the smarts for this You've Got Mail–like tale of missed connections, but what doesn't work so well is the firewall between the traditional narrative reserved for Lincoln's emergence from shy guy to Beth's guy, and heroines who are confined to the e-epistolary format. Despite the structural problems, there's enough heart and humor to save these likable characters from the recycle bin. (Apr.)
Chicago Tribune
"Perfectly mixing sweet romance with deliciously tart wit, Rowell's literary debut is a complete charmer."
Claire Cook
"Fresh, fun, and charmingly quirky."
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"Perfectly mixing sweet romance with deliciously tart wit, Rowell's literary debut is a complete charmer." — Chicago Tribune

"Cracking, laugh-out-loud dialogue, characters that feel painfully real, and a sweet premise about finding love in the information age. If Attachments were an email, I'd be forwarding it to my entire list of contacts."
-Jodi Picoult, #1 New York Times bestselling author of House Rules and Sing You Home

"A charming, witty story about both office HR and real human relations."
-Entertainment Weekly, one of the summer's best reads

"Perfectly mixing sweet romance with deliciously tart wit, Rowell's literary debut is a complete charmer."
-Chicago Tribune

"Fresh, fun, and charmingly quirky." — Claire Cook, bestselling author of Seven Year Switch

Library Journal
As an Internet security officer at a newspaper, Lincoln reads emails sent among his coworkers and administers warnings about proper content. Although he hates this part of his job, Lincoln is instantly captivated by the exchanges between best friends Beth and Jennifer; instead of giving them a warning, he continues to read Jennifer's news about her husband and Beth's revelations about her boyfriend. Lincoln soon finds himself falling in love with Beth, even though they have never met. But the deeper he falls, the more keenly aware Lincoln becomes of his precarious position. He begins to realize that he may not have a chance with the woman whose privacy he has so grossly invaded. VERDICT Set at the turn of the 21st century, this debut novel by a newspaper columnist includes convincing details about the attitude toward computer use in the workplace and brushes over anxieties associated with Y2K. Chick-lit fans may enjoy the engaging dialog and likable characters, but this reviewer was disappointed at the slow unfolding of the romantic elements; the few brief encounters were not enough to result in the full-blown relationship that develops in the span of a few pages at the novel's end.—Natasha Grant, New York
Kirkus Reviews

Can love survive in the information age? It can when a newspaper's IT guy begins reading the e-mails of the film critic.

Set long ago in 1999, when people still cared about privacy, Beth, a film critic at a Nebraska paper and Jennifer, a copy editor across the room, trade daily e-mails when boredom strikes at work. What they don't suspect is that Lincoln, working the graveyard shift, reads their highly personal missives as part of his job, monitoring flagged e-mails for inappropriate material. He could stop (they're neither gambling, browsing porn nor harassing co-workers), but he doesn't want to—Beth and Jennifer are funny and friendly and have a life—something Lincoln desperately wants for himself. Handsome and addicted to college—he just finished his second master's degree—Lincoln is also awkward, heartbroken from his cheating girlfriend, happy to count D&D as a social life, and has just moved back in with his counter-culture mother. Somehow, reading Beth and Jennifer's e-mails make him feel normal. And he gets an eyeful of their normal: Jennifer is obsessed with pregnancy and how to avoid it, even though good guy husband Mitch wants nothing more than to start a family. Beth wishes she was as secure in her relationship with musician Chris, but he's hardly the type to settle down. As the two trade emails, Lincoln feels increasingly like a cyber-stalker, but then something funny happens: Beth begins confessing a crush on a mystery man at work. Her cute guy eats dinner in the break room with old Doris, helps Jennifer change a flat and sounds an awful lot like Lincoln to Lincoln. He thinks he may be falling in love (even though he's never seen Beth), but what about Chris? All's well that ends well in this romance that switches from the women's e-mails to Lincoln's narrative of his slow rise from sad sack to confident boyfriend material.

A certain light charm pervades the novel—a Spring Break kind of book.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781611069815
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
04/14/2011
Edition description:
Unabridged
Product dimensions:
7.12(w) x 6.50(h) x 1.00(d)

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ATTACHMENTS

ATTACHMENTS

ATTACHMENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

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CHAPTER 80

CHAPTER 81

CHAPTER 82

CHAPTER 83

CHAPTER 84

CHAPTER 85

CHAPTER 86

CHAPTER 87

CHAPTER 88

CHAPTER 89

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER 1

From: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
To: Beth Fremont
Sent: Wed, 08/18/1999 9:06 AM
Subject: Where are you?

Would it kill you to get here before noon? I’m sitting here among the shards of my life as I know it, and you …if I know you, you just woke up. You’re probably eating oatmeal and watching Sally Jessy Raphael. E-mail me when you get in, before you do anything else. Don’t even read the comics.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Okay, I’m putting you before the comics, but make it quick. I’ve got an ongoing argument with Derek about whether For Better or For Worse is set in Canada, and today might be the day they prove me right.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> I think I’m pregnant.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> What? Why do you think you’re pregnant?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> I had three drinks last Saturday.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I think we need to have a little talk about the birds and the bees. That’s not exactly how it happens.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Whenever I have too much to drink, I start to feel pregnant. I think it’s because I never drink, and it would just figure that the one time I decide to loosen up, I get pregnant. Three hours of weakness, and now I’m going to spend the rest of my life wrestling with the special needs of a fetal alcoholic.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I don’t think they call them that.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Its little eyes will be too far apart, and everyone will look at me in the grocery store and whisper, “Look at that horrible lush. She couldn’t part with her Zima for nine months. It’s tragic.”

<<Beth to Jennifer>> You drink Zima?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> It’s really quite refreshing.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> You’re not pregnant.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> I am.

Normally, two days before my period, my face is broken out, and I get pre-cramps cramping. But my skin is as clear as a baby’s bottom. And instead of cramps, I feel this strangeness in my womb region. Almost a presence.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them that you’ve got a presence in your womb region.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Given: This is not my first pregnancy scare. I will acknowledge that thinking I’m pregnant is practically a part of my monthly premenstrual regimen. But I’m telling you, this is different. I feel different. It’s like my body is telling me, “It has Begun.”

I can’t stop worrying about what happens next. First I get sick. And then I get fat. And then I die of an aneurysm in the delivery room.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> OR …and then you give birth to a beautiful child. (See how you’ve tricked me into playing along with your pregnancy fiction?)

<<Jennifer to Beth>> OR …and then I give birth to a beautiful child, whom I never see because he spends all his waking hours at the day-care center with some minimum-wage slave he thinks is his mother. Mitch and I try to eat dinner together after the baby’s in bed, but we’re both so tired all the time. I start to doze off while he tells me about his day; he’s relieved because he wasn’t up to talking anyway. He eats his sloppy joe in silence and thinks about the shapely new consumer-science teacher at the high school. She wears black pumps and nude panty hose and rayon skirts that shimmy up her thighs whenever she sits down.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> What does Mitch think? (About the Presence in your womb. Not the new consumer-science teacher.)

<<Jennifer to Beth>> He thinks I should take a pregnancy test.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Good man. Perhaps a common-sensical kind of guy like Mitch would have been better off with that home ec teacher. (She’d never make sloppy joes for dinner.) But I guess he’s stuck with you, especially now that there’s a special-needs child on the way.

CHAPTER 2

“LINCOLN, YOU LOOK terrible.”

“Thanks, Mom.” He’d have to take her word for it. He hadn’t looked in a mirror today. Or yesterday. Lincoln rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down …or maybe just over. Maybe he should have combed it when he got out of the shower last night.

“Seriously, look at you. And look at the clock. It’s noon. Did you just wake up?”

“Mom, I don’t get off work until one a.m.”

She frowned, then handed him a spoon. “Here,” she said, “stir these beans.” She turned on the mixer and half shouted over it. “I still don’t understand what you do in that place that can’t be done in daylight…. No, honey, not like that, you’re just petting them. Really stir.”

Lincoln stirred harder. The whole kitchen smelled like ham and onions and something else, something sweet. His stomach was growling. “I told you,” he said, trying to be heard, “somebody has to be there. In case there’s a computer problem, and …I don’t know …”

“What don’t you know?” She turned off the mixer and looked at him.

“I think maybe they want me to work at night so that I don’t get close to anyone else.”

“What?”

“Well, if I got to know people,” he said, “I might …”

“Stir. Talk and stir.”

“If I got to know people”—he stirred—“I might not feel so impartial when I’m enforcing the rules.”

“I still don’t like that you read other people’s mail. Especially at night, in an empty building. That shouldn’t be someone’s job.” She tasted whatever she was mixing with her finger, then held the bowl out to him. “Here, taste this …What kind of world do we live in, where that’s a career?”

He ran his finger around the edge of the bowl and tasted it. Icing.

“Can you taste the maple syrup?”

He nodded. “The building isn’t really empty,” he said. “There are people working up in the newsroom.”

“Do you talk to them?”

“No. But I read their e-mail.”

“It’s not right. How can people express themselves in a place like that? Knowing someone’s lurking in their thoughts.”

“I’m not in their thoughts. I’m in their computers, in the company’s computers. Everyone knows it’s happening …” It was hopeless trying to explain it to her. She’d never even seen e-mail.

“Give me that spoon,” she sighed. “You’ll ruin the whole batch.” He gave her the spoon and sat down at the kitchen table, next to a plate of steaming corn bread. “We had a mailman once,” she said. “Remember? He’d read our postcards? And he’d always make these knowing comments. ‘Your friend is having a good time in South Carolina, I see.’ Or, ‘I’ve never been to Mount Rushmore myself.’ They must all read postcards, all those mailmen. Mail people. It’s a repetitive job. But this one was almost proud of it—gloaty. I think he told the neighbors that I subscribed to Ms.”

“It’s not like that,” Lincoln said, rubbing his eyes again. “I only read enough to see if they’re breaking a rule. It’s not like I’m reading their diaries or something.”

His mother wasn’t listening.

“Are you hungry? You look hungry. You look deficient, if you want to know the truth. Here, honey, hand me that plate.” He got up and handed her a plate, and she caught him by the wrist. “Lincoln …What’s wrong with your hands?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Look at your fingers—they’re gray.”

“It’s ink.”

“What?”

“Ink.”

WHEN LINCOLN WORKED at McDonald’s in high school, the cooking oil got into everything. When he came home at night, he felt all over the way your hands feel when you get done eating French fries. The oil would get into his skin and his hair. The next day, he would sweat it out into his school clothes.

At The Courier, it was ink. A gray film over everything, no matter how much anyone cleaned. A gray stain on the textured walls and the acoustic ceiling tiles.

The night copy editors actually handled the papers, every edition, hot off the presses. They left gray fingerprints on their keyboards and desks. They reminded Lincoln of moles. Serious people with thick glasses and gray skin. That might just be the lighting, he thought. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize them in the sunshine. In full color.

They surely wouldn’t recognize him. Lincoln spent most of his time at work in the information technology office downstairs. It had been a darkroom about five years and two dozen fluorescent lights ago, and with all of the lights and the computer servers, it was like sitting inside a headache.

Lincoln liked getting called up to the newsroom, to reboot a machine or sort out a printer. The newsroom was wide and open, with a long wall of windows, and it was never completely empty. The nightside editors worked as late as he did. They sat in a clump at one end of the room, under a bank of televisions. There were two, who sat together, right next to the printer, who were young and pretty. (Yes, Lincoln had decided, you could be both pretty and molelike.) He wondered if people who worked nights went on dates during the day.

CHAPTER 3

From: Beth Fremont
To: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
Sent: Fri, 08/20/1999 10:38 AM
Subject: I sort of hate to ask, but …

Are we done pretending that you’re pregnant?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Not for 40 weeks. Maybe 38 by now …

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Does that mean we can’t talk about other things?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> No, it means we should talk about other things. I’m trying not to dwell on it.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Good plan.

Okay. So. Last night, I got a call from my little sister. She’s getting married.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Doesn’t her husband mind?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> My other little sister. Kiley. You met her boyfriend …fiancé, Brian, at my parents’ house on Memorial Day. Remember? We were making fun of the Sigma Chi tattoo on his ankle …

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Right, Brian. I remember. We like him, right?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> We love him. He’s great. He’s just the kind of guy you hope your daughter will meet someday at an upside-down-margarita party.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Is that a fetal-alcoholic joke?

This wedding is your parents’ fault. They named her Kiley. She was doomed from birth to marry a hunky, fratty premed major.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Pre-law. But Kiley thinks he’ll end up running his dad’s plumbing supply company.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Could be worse.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> It could hardly be better.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Oh. I’m sorry. I just now got that this wasn’t good news. What did Chris say?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> The usual. That Brian’s a tool. That Kiley listens to too much Dave Matthews. Also, he said, “I’ve got practice tonight, so don’t wait up, hey, hand me those Zig-Zags, would you, are you in the wedding? Cool, at least I’ll get to see you in another one of those Scarlett O’Hara dresses. You’re a hot bridesmaid, come here. Did you listen to that tape I left for you? Danny says I’m playing all over his bass line, but Jesus, I’m doing him a favor.”

And then he proposed. In Bizarro World.

In the real world, Chris is never going to propose. And I can’t decide if that makes him a jerk—or if maybe I’m the jerk for wanting it so bad. And I can’t even talk to him about it, about marriage, because he would say that he does want it. Soon. When he’s got some momentum going. When the band is back on track. That he doesn’t want to be a drag on me, he doesn’t want me to have to support him …

Please don’t point out that I already support him—because that’s only mostly true.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Mostly? You pay his rent.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I pay the rent. I would have to pay rent anyway …I would have to pay the gas bill and the cable bill and everything else if I lived alone. I wouldn’t save a nickel if he moved out.

Besides, I don’t mind paying most of the bills now, and I won’t mind doing it after we’re married. (My dad has always paid my mom’s bills, and no one calls her a parasite.)

It isn’t the who-pays-the-bills issue that’s a problem. It’s the acting-like-an-adult issue. It’s acceptable in Chris’s world for a guy to live with his girlfriend while he works on a demo. It’s not as cool to chase your guitar fantasy while your wife’s at work.

If you have a wife, you’re an adult. That’s not who Chris wants to be. Maybe that’s not who I want him to be.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Who do you want him to be?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Most days? I think I want the wild-haired music man. The guy who wakes you up at 2 a.m. to read you the poem he just wrote on your stomach. I want the boy with kaleidoscope eyes.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> There would very likely be no more 2 a.m. tummy poems if Chris got a real job.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> That’s true.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> So you’re okay?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> No. I’m about to get fitted for another bridesmaid dress. Strapless. Kiley’s already picked it out. I’m dog years away being from okay. But I don’t think I can complain, can I? I want him. And he wants to wait. And I still want him. So I can’t complain.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Of course you can complain. That’s unalienable. On the bright side, at least you’re not pregnant.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Neither are you. Take a pregnancy test.

CHAPTER 4

JUST FOR THE record—his own internal record—Lincoln never would have applied for this job if the classified ad had said, “Wanted: someone to read other people’s e-mail. Swing shift.”

The Courier ad had said, “Full-time opportunity for Internet security officer. $40K+ Health, dental.”

Internet security officer. Lincoln had pictured himself building firewalls and protecting the newspaper from dangerous hackers—not sending out memos every time somebody in Accounting forwarded an off-color joke to the person in the next cubicle.

The Courier was probably the last newspaper in America to give its reporters Internet access. At least that’s what Greg said. Greg was Lincoln’s boss, the head of the IT office. Greg could still remember when the reporters used electric typewriters. “And I can remember,” he said, “because it wasn’t that long ago—1992. We switched to computers because we couldn’t order the ribbon anymore, I shit you not.”

This whole online thing was happening against management’s will, Greg said. As far as the publisher was concerned, giving employees Internet access was like giving them the option to work if they felt like it, look at porn if they didn’t.

But not having the Internet was getting ridiculous.

When the newspaper launched its Web site last year, the reporters couldn’t even go online to read their stories. And most readers wanted to e-mail in their letters to the editor these days, even third-graders and World War II veterans.

By the time Lincoln started working at The Courier, the Internet experiment was in its third month. All employees had internal e-mail now. Key employees, and pretty much everyone in the news division, had some access to the World Wide Web.

If you asked Greg, it was all going pretty well.

If you asked anyone in upper management, it was chaos.

People were shopping and gossiping; they were joining online forums and fantasy football leagues. There was some gambling going on. And some dirty stuff. “But that isn’t such a bad thing,” Greg argued. “It helps us weed out the sickos.”

The worst thing about the Internet, as far as Greg’s bosses were concerned, was that it was now impossible to distinguish a roomful of people working diligently from a roomful of people taking the What-Kind-of-Dog-Am-I? online personality quiz.

And thus …Lincoln.

On his very first night, Lincoln helped Greg load a new program called WebFence on to the network. WebFence would monitor everything everyone was doing on the Internet and the Intranet. Every e-mail. Every Web site. Every word.

And Lincoln would monitor WebFence.

An especially filthy-minded person (maybe Greg) had defined the program’s mail filters. There was a whole list of red flags: nasty words, racial slurs, supervisors’ names, words like “secret” and “classified.”

That last one, “classified,” beached the entire network during WebFence’s first hour by flagging and storing each and every e-mail sent to or from the Classified Advertising department.

The software also flagged large attachments, suspiciously long messages, suspiciously frequent messages…. Every day, hundreds of possibly illicit e-mails were sent to a secure mailbox, and it was Lincoln’s job to follow up on every one. That meant reading them, so he read them. But he didn’t enjoy it.

He couldn’t admit this to his mother, but it did feel wrong, what he was doing, like eavesdropping. Maybe if he were the sort of person who liked that sort of thing …His girlfriend Sam—his ex-girlfriend—always used to peek in other people’s medicine cabinets. “Robitussin,” she’d report in the car on the way home. “And generic Band-Aids. And something that looked like a garlic press.”

Lincoln didn’t even like using other people’s bathrooms.

There was a whole complicated process he was supposed to follow if he caught someone actually breaking The Courier’s rules. But most offenses called for just a written warning, and most offenders got the message after that.

In fact, the first round of warnings worked so well, Lincoln started to run out of things to do. WebFence kept flagging e-mails, a few dozen a day, but they were almost all false alarms. Greg didn’t seem to care. “Don’t worry,” he said to Lincoln on the first day that WebFence didn’t snag a single legitimate violator. “You won’t get fired. The men upstairs love what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Lincoln said.

“Sure, you are. You’re the guy who reads their e-mail. They’re all scared of you.”

“Who’s scared? Who’s they?”

“Everybody. Are you kidding? This whole building is talking about you.”

“They’re not scared of me. They’re scared of getting caught.”

“Getting caught by you. Just knowing that you’re snooping around their Sent folders every night is enough to keep them following the rules.”

“But I’m not snooping around.”

“You could,” Greg said.

“I could?”

Greg went back to what he was doing, some sort of laptop autopsy. “Look, Lincoln, I’ve told you. Somebody has to be here at night anyway. Somebody has to answer the phone and say, ‘Help desk.’ You’re just sitting around, I know. You don’t have enough work, I know. I don’t care. Do the crossword. Learn a foreign language. We had a gal who used to crochet …”

Lincoln didn’t crochet.

He read the newspaper. He brought in comic books and magazines and paperback novels. He called his sister sometimes, if it wasn’t too late and if he felt lonely.

Mostly, he surfed the Net.

CHAPTER 5

From: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
To: Beth Fremont
Sent: Wed, 08/25/1999 10:33 AM

Subject: This is only a test. In the case of an actual emergency …

It’s here. Return to your usual programming.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> It?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> You know …it, the thing that tells you you’re not pregnant.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> It? Do you mean your period? Your monthly? Did your aunt Ruby arrive for a five-to seven-day visit? Is it …that time?

Why are you talking like you’re in a feminine napkin commercial?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> I’m trying to be more careful. I don’t want to trigger one of those red flags and send some company watchdog computer into a frenzy, just because I sent an e-mail about it.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I can’t imagine that any of the company’s red-flag words involve menstruation.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> So you’re not worried about it?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> About your period?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> No, about that note we got. The one that warned us not to send personal e-mails. The one that said we could be fired for improper use of our computers.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Am I worried that the bad guys from Tron are reading our e-mail? Uh, no. All this security stuff isn’t aimed at people like us. They’re trying to catch the pervs. The online porn addicts, the Internet blackjack players, the corporate spies …

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Those are probably all red-flag words. Pervs. Porn. Spies. I bet red flag is a red flag.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> I don’t care if they are reading our mail. Bring it on, Tron! I dare you. Try to take away my freedom of expression. I’m a journalist. A free-speech warrior. I serve in the Army of the First Amendment. I didn’t take this job for the bad money and the regressive health care coverage. I’m here for the truth, the sunshine, the casting open of closed doors!

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Free-speech warrior. I see. What are you fighting for? The right to give Billy Madison five stars?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Hey now. I wasn’t always a spoiled movie reviewer. Don’t forget my two years covering North Havenbrook. Two years in the trenches. I bled ink all over that suburb. I went Bob Woodward on its ass.

Furthermore, I would have given Billy Madison six stars if they were mine to give. You know how I feel about Adam Sandler—and that I give bonus stars for Styx songs. (Two stars if it’s “Renegade.”)

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Fine. I surrender. Company Internet policy be d@mned: I started my period last night.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Say it loud, say it proud. Congratulations.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Yeah, that’s the thing …

<<Beth to Jennifer>> What’s the thing?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> When it started, I didn’t feel my usual hurricane of relief and Zima cravings.

I mean, I was relieved—because, on top of the Zima drinking, I don’t think I’ve eaten anything with folic acid in the last six months. I may even be eating things that leach folic acid from your system, so I was definitely relieved—but I wasn’t ecstatic.

I went downstairs to tell Mitch. He was working on marching band diagrams, which, normally, I wouldn’t interrupt, but this was important. “Just FYI,” I said, “I started my period.”

And he set down his pencil and said, “Oh.” (Just like that. “Oh.”)

When I asked him why he said it that way, he said he thought that maybe I really was pregnant this time—and that that would have been nice. “You know I want kids,” he said.

“Right,” I said. “Someday.”

“Someday soon,” he said.

“Someday eventually. When we’re ready.”

And then he turned back to his diagrams. Not mad or impatient. Just sorrowful, which is much, much worse. So I said, “When we’re ready, right?” And he said …

“I’m ready now. I’m ready last year, Jenny, and I’m starting to think that maybe you never will be. You don’t even want to be ready. You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.”

<<Beth to Jennifer>> What did you say?

<<Jennifer to Beth>> What could I say? I’m not ready. And maybe I misled him every time I used the words “someday” and “eventually.” I can’t picture myself with kids …

But I couldn’t picture myself married, either, until I met Mitch. I always thought the kid idea would grow on me, that all Mitch’s healthy desires would infect me, and one morning I’d wake up thinking, “What a beautiful world in which to bring a child.”

What if that never happens?

What if he decides to cut his losses and find some perfectly normal woman who—on top of being naturally thin and never having turned to prescription antidepressants—also wants to have his babies ASAP?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Like Barbie in a state of perpetual ovulation.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Yes.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Like the fictional new consumer-science teacher.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Yes!

<<Beth to Jennifer>> It won’t happen.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> Why not?

<<Beth to Jennifer>> For the same reason Mitch tries to grow giant pumpkins every summer—even though your yard is too small, is infested with beetles and doesn’t get enough sun. Mitch doesn’t want the easy thing. He wants to work a little harder to get the thing he really wants.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> So he’s a fool. A fool whose seeds find no purchase.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> That’s not the point. The point is, he’s a fool who won’t give up on you.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> I’m not sure that you’re right, but I think I might feel better now. So, good work.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Anytime.

(You know that I mean anytime after 10:30 a.m. or so, right?)

<<Jennifer to Beth>> (I do.)

CHAPTER 6

JENNIFER SCRIBNER-SNYDER, ACCORDING to the company directory, was a Features copy editor.

Beth Fremont, Lincoln knew. He knew of, anyway. He’d read her movie reviews. She was funny, and he usually agreed with her. She was the reason he’d gone to see Dark City and Flirting With Disaster and Babe.

By the time Lincoln realized that he hadn’t sent a warning to Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder—after who knew how many offenses, three? half a dozen?—he couldn’t remember why not. Maybe because he couldn’t always figure out what rule they were breaking. Maybe because they seemed completely harmless. And nice.

And now he couldn’t send them a warning, not tonight. Not when they were actually worried about getting a warning. That would be weird, wouldn’t it? Knowing someone had read an e-mail you’d written about whether someone was reading your e-mail? If you were an excessively paranoid person, it could make you wonder whether all the other things you were worried about were also true. It might make you think, “Maybe they are all out to get me.”

Lincoln didn’t want to be the bad guy from Tron.

And also …Also, he kind of liked Beth and Jennifer, as much as you can like people from reading their e-mail, only some of their e-mail.

He read through the exchange again. “Ass” was definitely a red-flagged word. So was “blackjack” and “porn.” He wasn’t sure about “perv” or “menstruation.”

He trashed the files and went home.

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Rainbow Rowell is the award-winning and bestselling author of Eleanor & ParkFangirl, Attachments, and Landline. She lives in Nebraska with her husband and two sons.

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aimlyss More than 1 year ago
I loved, loved, loved this book! One of my all-time favorites. It is a feel-good, love every minute of it type of book. It's about an IT guy that monitors email at a newspaper. There are two women that don't seem to care if their emails are flagged and in fact, push the boundaries to get their emails flagged. The book is funny, cute, sweet, and fun! I'm looking forward to more from this author, this was her first book. I'll be suggesting it to my book club this month.
BookFanatic132 More than 1 year ago
It starts off with Beth and Jennifer emailing each other. It shows their emails, and then the next chapter, it's just Lincoln's story. What he's doing, how he's feeling, everything. I absolutely loved the story. It was so sweet and not at all like the really intense stories I've been reading. Lately all I've read are stories with huge conflicts and so many problems and murders and whatnot. It was so nice to read a good, old-fashioned love story. The book was so cute and I loved all of the characters. The characters, in a way, matured throughout the book. They learned and they got out of some situations where they weren't progressing. To not give out any spoilers (which is hard by the way!), I can't say much else, but I absolutely loved this book. It was like a breath of fresh air. Rowell is a great author&mdash;I can't wait to read more of her books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just loved this writers sense of humor! The best line i ever read, "it was like working inside a headache" what an incredible gift for understanding what is truly funny to read great, great read!!! Cannot wait for her next bool
BookReflections More than 1 year ago
I don't think it is possible to describe the humor and absolute charm of this book. It is absolutely fab-tastic. At first Lincoln seems like an average guy who lives with his mom and isn't really motivated to do anything. Doesn't really sound like a character you could love but as the story continues we find that Lincoln is in a funk. He has multiple degrees and just doesn't know what he wants to do with his life. He also seems to suffer from low self-esteem. He is really really sweet. Jennifer and Beth are best friends and co-workers who get through their days by sending emails and chatting about their lives. They both have grand sense-of-humors and the exchanges are both meaningful and funny. Surprisingly Lincoln, Jennifer, and Beth's lives touch and it makes for a truly awesome and endearing story. Oh and did I mention funny? Very cute and funny. I loved loved this book! It felt so real and I was so invested in each of the characters. I don't typically prefer contemporary fiction because if you don't read it at the right time, the references seem to become dated. This one is set in 1999 during the Y2K business. I don't think it can ever become dated. I loved how Lincoln grew from the beginning to the end. There were many great side characters as well. Doris, the co-worker with whom he shares his lunch, is the sweetest thing ever. Lincoln's mom and sister were interesting and so realistic. What can I say, I really loved everything about this book. All the personalities were fantastic and the humor was amazing throughout. Oh and there are many references to old movies which I love. I recommend this to people who love good books :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up thinking I would just read the first few pages and move on to something else. After the first five minutes I couldn't put the book down! I ended up reading this entire novel on a Saturday afternoon. Several laugh-out-loud and heartfelt moments kept me reading on. I really related to the characters - they felt like real friend by the end of the story. GREAT read - I'm trying to get all my co-workers to read it, too.
ethel55 More than 1 year ago
The time just before Y2K is the perfect setting for Attachments--any further into the 21st century and Lincoln would be just another creepy guy! Lincoln is hired by the last paper in the country (their words) to get computerized to monitor computer usage and emails, while readying the system for the possible crash when the calendar rolls over to 2000, He quickly latches onto emails between friends Beth and Jennifer and can't wait to check his Web folder every night for new interactions between them. The women's emails can get a bit long, but Lincoln's life plays out in real time. His move back home with his mom, and his relationships with his sister and various friends are almost enough to carry the whole book. Cute ending.
MaryConnealy More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book. So sharp, so sweet, so funny. -------I don't count sheep, I self-loathe The pop culture references were just perfectly toned, slipped in with such talent that they completely worked to make me know these characters. I am so in love with Lincoln. The perfect sweet shy guy that we all know is out there but can never find. And Beth and Jennifer felt like friends, their email exchanged, though wittier that real live humans, is still the intimate chatting of great friends through little things and huge things. Rainbow Rowell kept me entertained and a little worried for poor sweet Lincoln, right up to the end. But it ended beautifully, perfectly. Attachments is wonderful.
Twink More than 1 year ago
Attachments is Rainbow Rowell's debut novel - and what a great debut it is! I adored it! When the girl of his dreams broke Lincoln O'Neill's heart he retreated...into academia, moving back home with his mother and giving up socializing. He's even taken a night job with no contact with co workers. He's working at a newspaper (The Courier) as the Internet Security Officer. It isn't until he starts the job that Lincoln realizes he will be monitoring internal emails for inappropriate content. Jennifer and Beth also both work at the Courier. They're best friends and their internal email is often (well, mostly) of a personal nature. Which, of course, flags it for Lincoln. He should send them a warning, but he doesn't....he shouldn't keep reading their communications...but he does....He is fascinated by their lives and he finds himself falling in love with Beth. Rowell has created such a warm, sweet, lovable character in Lincoln. His intrinsic goodness and caring (he's pretty cute too) make him a perfect catch, but he just can't see it himself. "Lincoln wasn't inherently un-dateable. He'd gone on a date three years ago. A friend's sister had needed a date to a wedding. She'd danced all night with one of the groomsmen, who turned out to be her second cousin, while Lincoln ate exactly thirteen cream cheese mints." "My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late." The novel unfolds in alternating chapters - first from Beth and Jennifer and then from Lincoln.We get to know Jennifer and Beth, but in more of an arm's length way, as we only know of their lives through the emails. It was very easy to get caught up in Lincoln's quest to reclaim his life. It was impossible not to root for him. The supporting cast of characters were just as engaging. Lincoln's mom and her reluctance to let go of her son, his sister Eve and her determination to drag Lincoln out into the world and his loyal circle of Dungeon and Dragon playing friends. But of all the supporting characters I think I enjoyed Lincoln's interactions with Doris the snack lady the most. His kindness towards her was touching. Rowell has written a delightfully heartwarming story. Attachments is a clever, witty, warm story that will capture you completely. A fantastic first novel - I'll be watching for Rowell's second!
TheBookNerd5 More than 1 year ago
4 Stars This book took awhile to get going I first thought. Then again, I had just received a pile of books from the library and my online ebooks were coming in from holds right and left. I think that was why I had trouble starting this book and getting into it. With that said, how freaking cute was this book?? It was adorable! I loved how two people can fall in love without even seeing what each other looked like or without saying a word. That definitely made the romantic in me swoon. I was a little worried &quot;they&quot; wouldn't get together but I knew Miss. Rowell wouldn't let me down. This is my first book from her and I will definitely be getting more books she's written. I loved how sweet Lincoln was with Doris and his mother. He actually cared about them and didn't just talk to them because he had to. Lincoln is a one of kind for sure, Sam doesn't know what she's missing! This book was very cute, I would've given 5 stars except for a little creepiness to their love story. Who would follow someone home after seeing them a couple of times? And who would be okay with dating someone who spied on you and your friends for what a year or so? So, a little creepiness but still very cute!!
Caroles_Random_Life More than 1 year ago
I received an advance reader edition of this book from Penguin Group and Net Galley for the purpose of providing an honest review. 3 Stars I was so excited to see Attachments available on Net Galley. I have wanted to read something by Rainbow Rowell for quite some time so I snatched this book up right away. I liked this book but I was not blown away by it. I admit that I am a bit let down because I was really hoping to be blown away. Lincoln takes a job at a newspaper and his job is to monitor employee emails. Beth and Jennifer are friends who also work at the same newspaper and like to email each other during the day. Their emails are constantly getting flagged so Lincoln ends up reading what they write to each other. Lincoln does not send them any kind of warning but continues to read what they write to each other. Lincoln starts falling for one of the women through the emails she writes to her friend. In this book we get to see Lincoln's life but we only see Beth and Jennifer through the emails. I wish that Beth and Lincoln would have met in person before they did in the book. They don't meet each other until the very end of the book and I guess I am just not patient enough to wait that long. Of course, to be fair the story would be pretty much over once they meet and fall in love. I just got tired of waiting for Lincoln to do something. Every time I have started a new job, I have taken the time to introduce myself to my co-workers. Couldn't he have done that at least so he would at least know what she looked like? Despite my impatience, I did like the writing. I believe that this is Rainbow Rowell's debut novel. I have definite plans to read other works by this author.
HJ4 More than 1 year ago
Lincoln has moved back home after being away at school for years. He is happy to be back in his home town, but doesn't know what to do with himself. He gets a job at a local newspaper and is in charge of night IT calls, manning the help desk, and reading company emails as the &quot;internet security officer&quot;. He knows his job is a joke, but he doesn't know what to do since his horrible break-up with his girlfriend, like 10 years ago. Beth and Jennifer are friends that work at the newspaper and often send each other emails back and forth throughout the work day, which is a no-no at work, but they never seem to get caught so they go about their business talking as girlfriends do about their love lives, families, work and anything else that comes to mind. So why are they never caught? Well Lincoln has grown fond of their conversations and looks forward to reading their conversations each day at work. He begins to fall for Beth, the hopeless romantic in a hopelessly not romantic relationship that is going nowhere. Can Lincoln be that man for her? But how does he go about introducing himself without sounding like a creeper of their emails? A sweet story about finding love in all the wrong places and never knowing that the object of your affection is in love with you as well. Funny and so true to life and love. Well written
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I got it for the Daily Find and was not disappointed. Reminiscent of Bridget Jones' Diary, it has that same "when will these two get it right" vibe. The characters are charming and funny, just the sort you want in your circle of friends. Even the late 1990's setting added a whimsical flair to this story by avoiding today's IPhone/Facebook/Twitter-centric society and returning to the dawn of social media when it seemed like a wondrous new age. Lately I can't seem to get into a book, but this one had me hooked from the beginning. I will be looking forward to reading more from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely fantastic....perfect, perfect romance! Wish I had a live like Lincoln and Beth! Great, great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!!! It's cute and sweet, and funny!! I want to find a Lincoln of my own. This is one of my favorite books by Rainbow Rowell!
Brunette_Librarian More than 1 year ago
      Lincoln is good at school, but not much else. Depressed and living with his mom after attending college for almost a decade, he begins working a night time shift at a company where he does pretty much nothing. Taking place in 1999, his job is in computer security . He is to read employee emails  and make sure everyone is on task and not doing anything personal during work hours.      During these random email checks, Lincoln virtually meets Beth. Through Beth&rsquo;s messages to her friend Jennifer, Linc feels as if he knows this newspaper writer and begins to look forward to their daily correspondences. Never having actually met, Linc slowly falls in love with Beth&rsquo;s words and actions, all through her electronic communication. Facing her personal bests and worsts, Lincoln begins to realize his own strengths as he rises out of his depression and into his life.       Adorable, sweet, and heartbreaking are the top thoughts that kept running through my  head as I was reading Attachments. My first Rainbow Rowell book and I was astounded by how clever she dealt with the characters. You never actually meet two of the main characters until the last few pages yet you know them almost as well as you know Lincoln, whose head most of hte story is told.       Lincoln is a highly clever character. Telling his tale of his long lost love through his late night evenings at work, you can&rsquo;t help but have your heart break as he talks of his first love. Told through anecdotes, Lincoln seems to be living on the fringes since his heart break. Pushed to be more adventurous by his mother and sister, he finds comfort in reading the emails between the two women.      Beth, our love interest and mystery lady, we only meet through her correspondence. Living with an impossible man, but clinging to her love like an old sweatshirt, she finds herself in an almost impossible situation. Sweet and kindhearted, I loved Beth&rsquo;s confidence and caring attitude. Lincoln falls in love with her  the only way he knows her...her words, which I may love most of all.      A thoroughly enjoyable read, Rainbow Rowell shines in Attachments. Gorgeously written and entertaining, the characters shine through this simple tale told by emails. Lincoln and Beth&rsquo;s story show just how much we reveal of ourselves through unintended avenues. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This novel reminded me of some of my favorite romantic comedies of the 90's. It was like a delicious serving of "You've Got Mail" meets "When Harry Meets Sally". As Lincoln falls in love with Beth and begind to care about her friend Jennifer...you too will fall in love with Lincoln and the story. You begin to get attached to "Attachments".
OutoftheBoxBA More than 1 year ago
I was happy to see in an Alumni magazine that Rainbow had written a novel and figured I'd pick it up at some point (Rainbow and I were in many classes together in college). I finally did and really, the book was great. The e-chats between Jennifer and Beth are likely the wittier versions of of email conversations you have with your co-workers, and Lincoln sees himself the way we probably all see ourselves. There was a point where I wanted things to move along a bit, and a point where I simply couldn't put the book down. Speaking as a girl who grew up in Omaha and went to college at the University of Nebraska, the little references to landmarks, buildings and streets gave me a great feeling of nostalgia. I do, however, wish the events of the second month of October in the book could have lasted a bit longer. I wanted to peek into some of the relationships a bit more. I guess that's what good books/stories do though, right? The scene ends, but it leavess me wanting more of the story. Instead I get to decide for myself what happened to Jennifer, Beth and Lincoln. Great work Rainbow. I'm looking forward to the next novels you have in the works.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like romantic comedies this is definitely the book for you. Witty, yet heart-warming at times, this book had me longing for my very own Lincoln. A modern love story that you do not want to miss!
MyndiL 9 months ago
This book was chosen for my Book Club, we'd already read one Rowell book (Fangirl) and I loved it, so I was excited to get started on this one. I was not disappointed. The story line grabbed my attention from the first page and did not lose me! I had a very hard time putting the book down because I just had to know what would happen next with Lincoln, Beth and Jennifer. There were tears at one point, so if you're emotional like me, beware of that when reading in public. The story is interesting too, there's nothing I've read that's similar to this particular love story. But for those who aren't into overly romantic love stories, it's not over the top either. It's got just the right amount of sweet and romantic, mixed with just the right amount of comedy and nerdiness. One of my own personal favorite things about reading from this author is that she hails from near my hometown so she ends up inevitably writing about something I'm familiar with from my childhood. Like "Pillow Talk" and the Kwik Shop! And I loved reading about them going "over the river" because that's where I grew up! If you're a fan of RomCom, grew up in the midwest, or like Rowell's other works, you should definitely check it out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book started a tiny bit slow, but I couldn't put it down after the first few pages. Everybody has hang ups of some kind and this book makes you laugh about them. The only problem is the book is to short, needs a sequel
Oliviafar More than 1 year ago
This book was really cute. I loved the characters and I love how the author writes. She has a great sense of humor. Some of the conversations sound like conversations I've had with friends.
Andrea17 More than 1 year ago
My first foray into Rainbow Rowell's adult novels wasn't too bad. I wasn't crazy about Attachments, but I did really enjoy it. I'll admit that at first I didn't realize the story took place in 1999 so I didn't understand why these women were writing such personal things in email when they could have been texting, but then duh. Look at the dates on the email, Andrea. Once I caught on to that detail I was a lot more accepting of the plot. I'll admit that Lincoln's job is a bit creepy - even he admits it - but there's something about him that doesn't make it creepy. He wants to stop reading Beth and Jennifer's email but finds himself drawn to them - and slowly falling in love with Beth. Not only that, but we are hoping - and impatiently waiting - for the moment Beth and Lincoln will physically meet. Their relationship (of sorts) is completely one sided, but I was longing for them to run into one another. I mean, they work at the same company, how hard could it be?! Attachments is told entirely from Lincoln's perspective. We're reading Beth and Jennifer's emails and he does and get to know these two women along with him. Rainbow writes her characters in such an amazing way that I actually care about Beth and Jennifer. We're not introduced to them and we care. We care so much about them! While there were certain parts I felt the plot dragged a bit, Attachments is a rather cute and different love story that fans of Rainbow are sure to enjoy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you need a feel good read here's the perfect book. Humorous, totally captures 1999 (was fun to relive), not your usual love story.... far better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'd expected ATTACHMENTS to be sweet and clever and keep me up reading way past my bedtime. I didn't expect it be laugh-so-loud-you-scare-your-neighbors funny. Like Lincoln, I loved reading Beth and Jennifer's witty email exchanges, and even though the two of them only truly appeared on the page a handful of times apiece, I felt like I'd known them forever by the time I reached the ending. Their newsroom diatribes, relationship discussions, and fashion woes were fresh and relatable--even amid the story's turn of the millennium timeline. Although the novel's premise was right on the edge of quirky and creepy, I never felt put off by Lincoln or uncertain about his intentions. He was such a sweet, well-meaning guy, if a bit clueless at times, that I genuinely wanted him to get his life in order and finally, finally grow up. I've said it before and I'll say it again. If you like great characters and hilarious situations and endings that make you squeal, you should definitely be reading Rainbow Rowell's books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I literally couldn't put this book down. I loved it!