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Ex-Girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life—in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And that extra ten pounds of "relationship flab" she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has just put her out of the running for new romance—or so she thinks. But before Emma can get on with her life, she's got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City….

Confession #5: Marriage suddenly seems ...

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Ex-Girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life—in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And that extra ten pounds of "relationship flab" she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has just put her out of the running for new romance—or so she thinks. But before Emma can get on with her life, she's got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City….

Confession #5: Marriage suddenly seems like a social disease.
Even the latest bride in my family—my mother—has put me to work in the service of her wedding day. What about us non-brides-to-be? Working in the warped little world of wedding planning has only led me to one conclusion: If you don't get married in this world, you get nothing. Once, in an editorial meeting, I jokingly suggested that a woman should get a bridal shower when she turns thirty, wedding or not. Everyone looked at me as if I were some kind of nut. I am 31 years old; am I not entitled to free Calphalon yet?

Who ever thought that baring your soul could be this good?


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Publishers Weekly
First-time novelist Curnyn pens an easy, breezy first novel that's part Sex in the City with more heart, and part Bridget Jones with less booze. A frustrated would-be writer and an editor at Bridal Best, Emma Carter becomes an ex when her beau of two years sells a screenplay and moves to L.A. without her. ("You have so much here," he tells her; needless to say, she doesn't agree.) Her two 30-something girlfriends, Alyssa and Jade, each beautiful and romantically challenged in her own way, try to coax Emma out of her rut with either tough love or encouragement, depending on the day. But Alyssa is considering cheating on her longtime love Richard (a lawyer and the "best guy she's been with") and Jade, who was recently hurt by a man, too, has sworn off anything but casual sex. Drawing comfort from snack cakes and diet ice cream (for which she must atone at the gym) as well as her own confessions ("I would marry for a below-market one bedroom"; "I am ready for my miniature schnauzer") Emma eventually does meet a new guy. He's a writer, too, but he doesn't call after she sleeps with him; meanwhile her father's drinking and her mother's upcoming third marriage give her lots to stew about, as does her potential promotion. But the lost relationship haunts her until a few final moments of self-empowerment in the book's conclusion. This is light, occasionally amusing fare, but it's nothing new. Emma may be a New Yorker and a nonsmoker, but her story feels pretty derivative of you-know-who's. (Apr.) Forecast: Lovers of women's magazines and people who don't mind maxims like "There are some ailments only good hair can cure" may appreciate Curnyn's snappy take on desperation; for book clubs whose members like to meet over cosmopolitans, this is probably a winner. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Suddenly single when her aspiring screenwriter boyfriend takes off for a hot job in L.A., bridal magazine editor Emma Carter is forced to reassess her appearance, her job, and her prospects-and take action. A diverse cast of engaging, occasionally offbeat characters, the hilarious sayings attributed to them, and a fast-paced style facilitated by Emma's pithy sound-bite "confessions" add to the fun in a lively Manhattan-set story that, while not a true romance, leaves the heroine happily pursuing her dreams and involved in a satisfying romantic relationship. This work may appeal to those who enjoy Bridget Jones-type books and like their stories urban, trendy, and slightly ambiguous. Curnyn is a fiction editor and lives in New York. This is her first novel. Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459248533
  • Publisher: Red Dress Ink
  • Publication date: 8/15/2012
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • File size: 562 KB

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One

"Ex-Girlfriends are made, not born."
—Emma Carter, recovering Ex-Girlfriend

Confession: I should have seen it coming.

My friend Jade claims that if you're dating a serial killer, he will, however subtly, let you know his intentions from date one. And if you are especially attracted to said serial killer, you will merely nod and smile at this admission, then promptly forget it.

It's true that on our first date Derrick told me he'd be moving to the West Coast just as soon as he sold his first screenplay. But since this comment came just moments after our first kiss — complete with a sunset view of the Hudson, along which we were romantically strolling — I did not register that he would one day be leaving me but only that a) he was an amazing kisser, and b) he was a writer, which essentially translated into soulmate for me, I was a writer . . . of sorts.

Now it's a horrible fact of New York City life that every man you pine for is either too ambitious, too creative or too desired by the rest of the world to even have the time of day for you. Yet somehow, after spending the past two years of weekend nights curled up with Derrick on the futon in my rent-stabilized studio, I had mistaken us for a couple Meant-To-Be. Especially considering how we got together against all odds.

We met on the West 4th Street Subway platform, the uptown side. The main reason I noticed Derrick was that we were dressed similarly, in black T-shirts and jeans. And there was something so stumbling and shy about the way he was trying to catch my eye, I could hardly resist. "Hi," he said, meandering closer.

For a neurotic instant, I thought of those nutballs who had lately been pushing unsuspecting women onto the tracks, but when I saw his neatly trimmed goatee, I felt an odd sense of security. There was something soothing, yet edgy, about a man with a goatee. I also remember being startled by the clear blue color of his eyes behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Oh, and the glasses got me, too. I love a man in glasses.

It was summer, and the air hung thickly around us. "Hot down here," Derrick remarked.

"Like an armpit," I replied, not thinking.

This was exactly the kind of blunt little vulgarity Jade had warned me against time and again. "There are some things you just can't say to a guy if you ever hope to have sex with him."

Derrick did look at me rather oddly, then gave a half laugh and proceeded to move on to introduce himself, "I'm Derrick, by the way."

"Emma," I blurted, as the subway car pulled up, rescuing us from our awkward dialogue.

In fact, the thing I loved about Derrick immediately was that he was so "unsmooth" — so unprepared to seduce me that I was immediately seduced. "Heading out of town for the weekend?" he asked, eyeing my oversize pocketbook.

"No," was my less-than-scintillating rejoinder.

"Oh." He studied my bag with a frown. "I am. Jersey shore." And he held up a bag which, to me, looked like it would barely hold a bottle of suntan lotion and a change of underwear. But then, I was talking to an attractive man — this was not the time to mince words.

When the train pulled into Penn Station — his stop — just moments after I had explained that I was headed up to 85th Street to check out the Guggenheim exhibit on "Phallic Inevitability and the Surrealist School" — a conversational gambit that earned me an eyebrow raised in admiration — I made my first tactical error. Although Jade had advised me endlessly never to make the first move, I jumped off the train right after Derrick. What could I do? Seeing him on the platform fumbling for a pen to take my number as the doors stood temptingly open but in serious danger of swinging shut at any moment — destroying my every hope for happiness — I panicked.

"Oh, I thought you were going . . ." he began, puzzled.

"It's better if I transfer here," I replied quickly, hoping he wouldn't realize this didn't exactly make sense.

With a look that resembled relief, he produced a pen and a small scrap of paper and handed it to me. When I was done, he wrote his number down on the same paper before nervously tearing it in two and handing me half. Glancing at his watch, he mumbled a brief but endearingly warm goodbye.

Then he was gone, leaving me dreamy-eyed on the platform.

Dreamy-eyed for all of three minutes.

Because as I stood there contemplating the two of us entwined in intimate conversation over drinks at some hip little boîte downtown — maybe Bar Six or Lansky's Lounge — I felt a flicker of doubt. To verify that I did, in fact, score an incredibly cute guy's phone number, I glanced at the folded scrap of paper still clutched in my hand. With sudden horror, I realized the number I held was my own.

"Made for each other," Jade said when I told her the story. "Neither one of you is ever going to get laid, judging by the number of attempts you probably have between you."

I turned to my friend Alyssa for comfort, instead. Unlike Jade, Lys always managed to see a brighter side to things. When I explained how I hadn't even given him a last name so he could look me up, she said hopefully, "Maybe he'll take out an ad in the personals, looking for you. You know, some people do that. They even have a page devoted to things like this in the Voice. You've seen the ads: 'Saw you on the A train. You, brunette, soft green eyes —' "

"My eyes are hazel."

"'Shy and sweet."

"Me?"

"Well, on first impression you can be! " Once again adopting the voice of the man she had never met but believed capable of such grand romantic gestures, she continued, "'Me, writer looking for a beauty like you. Thought I found you but you got away. Please call . . . . '"

"Not a chance, Guys don't do that sort of thing."

"Then you do it, Em. Take an ad! C'mon, what have you got to lose?"

"My sense of self-worth?"

"What are you talking about?" "I used to read those ads, Lys," I explained. "All the time. I used to think they were romantic, too. But the more you read the personals, the more you realize there are a lot of pretty desperate people out there. I mean, c'mon, To think that somebody might mistake a random encounter — the equivalent of stepping on someone's foot in a crowd — for Kismet. Gimme a break."

"Oh, here she comes. The cynic."

It's true I was a cynic in the pre-Derrick period. But who could blame me? At the time, I was twenty-nine years old, and had dated enough men to know that my soulmate would likely turn out to be nothing more than a good-fitting pair of shoes.

But then, destiny intervened. Two weeks after the hapless subway encounter, as I shared coffee and the Sunday night blues with Alyssa at the Peacock Café, I spotted Derrick, sitting two tables away and wearing the most perfectly faded pair of Levi's I had yet to find in my own endless thrift-store searches.

"Hey," he said, jumping up and almost knocking over the tiny table in front of him. "It's you." And suddenly he was standing over the table looking down at me in amazement.

I stood, too, staring at his adorable face in disbelief and leaving Alyssa to gawk up at us, a smile spreading across her features.

"I can't believe what an idiot I was that day," he said.

"Me too." I replied, Jade's warning voice a mere whisper as I stammered through a ridiculously elated dialogue about how absolutely retarded I'd felt when I discovered the mix-up.

"I told you it was fate," Alyssa said drearily when he left our table fifteen minutes later, my number safely tucked in the pocket of his denim jacket.

Fate, This had come from the very same Alyssa who days ago had officially declared Derrick the man I needed to put out of mind. Forever.

Confession: Contrary to popular belief, I am not better off without him.

Even Derrick had the gall to attempt to come up with reasons why I should be happy, even though he was leaving me. According to him, I had a dream life. How many people, he argued, could claim that they had spent the better part of their twenties in the best city in the world?

"If it's such a great city," I argued back, "why are you leaving it?"

Then he explained once again, in the calm, rational voice I had begun to abhor in him during those last, angst-ridden days, that all his career opportunities were in L.A. That now that he had sold his screenplay, the studio wanted to hire him on as a script doctor. That he was better off on the West Coast.

Without me, I thought in silence that followed his speech. And as I considered throwing myself at his feet and begging him to take me away from this glorious city, he changed tactics.

"You have so much here," he argued. "Your own apartment. A career."

Now this statement requires some clarification.

First, my apartment. If the words "walk-in closet" send a tremor of longing through you, think again. My walk-in closet contains a bed, a dresser, a desk and a bookshelf that has seen better days. Oh, and did I mention the Barbie kitchen along one wall? Yes, that's right. My apartment is a walk-in closet. Of course, there is something to be said for the fact that it's not only rent-stabilized but below 14th Street — the only neighborhood really worth living in, in my opinion.

Now as for my career . . . when asked the inevitable "what do you do?" question at parties, the answer I give is that I am a writer for a national women's magazine. This is not a lie, though my job is hardly as cool as this sounds. In truth, I am a contributing editor at Bridal Best, where I compose captions, headlines and — with ever-increasing frequency — articles on such subjects as "Hot Honeymoon Escapes" and "Wedding Dresses You Can Breathe In."

At best, my illustrious career at Bridal Best could be called a happy accident, for it started as a two-week stint as an office temp which turned into a permanent position when Carolyn Jamison, the senior features editor I work for, took a personal interest in keeping me on. How could I resist all her encouragement when, up till then, the master's degree in Creative Writing I had gotten at NYU had resulted only in a handful of unpublished stories and a full-time waitressing position?

Now, as I sat filled with self-loathing in an editorial meeting on the Wednesday morning of Derrick's departure, counting the minutes until his plane left the ground and carried him away from me, I began to wish I hadn't resisted the impulse to call him at 3:00 a.m. to let him know what a heartless bastard he was.

Looking up from my cloud of despair, I saw Patricia Landers, Bridal Best's editor-in-chief, stand up to give us her weekly address. "At Bridal Best our editorial mission is to speak to the bride in every woman," Patricia began, "whether she is simply dreaming of that special day, or taking the first steps toward making that day happen."

Step 1: Don't let your boyfriend leave the state.

I sighed, suddenly weary of the wedding planning mantra that was sure to issue forth from Patricia's thin lips. As I studied her wispy blond hair, pale face and crisp blue eyes, I wondered if this would be my fate. To be the ultrathin, somewhat prim yet rather well-kept editor-in-chief of a national magazine. A career woman who needed no man, only a fat paycheck and enough take-home assignments to make her forget that there was so much more to life than work.

Then I remembered something else.

Unlike me, Patricia was married. And as dubious as that marriage was rumored to be, it set her miles apart from a manless and struggling contributing editor like myself.

My eyes moved frantically about the table, where the illustrious editorial team of Bridal Best sat, seemingly transfixed by Patricia's words. There was Rebecca, the only office colleague I deigned to call a friend and who shared my enthusiasm for taking pott shots at the powers-that-be. But Rebecca had a boyfriend — worse, an incredibly perfect boyfriend, who not only had a high-paying accountant job but came from money. Big money. Then there was my boss, Caroline, of course, who was round with her fourth child, compliments of the hardworking husband she kept back at her sprawling Connecticut home. The other three senior features editors were married, too. Sandra, whose wedding to Roger two years earlier had been almost as splashy as Patricia's; Debbie, pushing fifty and married for so many years no one even remembered what her husband looked like; Carmen, who not only had a husband but — according to our production assistant and resident office gossip Marcy Keller — a boyfriend on the side. Janice in production was married two times over, despite the hairy mole on the side of her face. Who was left among us single folk but the editorial assistants, who were too young to care?

I glanced down at the end of the table and swallowed hard as I caught sight of the strange trio who sat clustered there: Lucretia Wenner, the angry copy chief who neither woman nor man could truly love; Nancy Hamlin, the bodily pierced and butch admin everyone suspected was a dyke; and Marcy Keller, who spent so much time studying everyone else's personal life she barely had one of her own. I quickly closed my eyes, shutting out the hopeless look in their eyes that not even their bitter smiles could mask.

Oh God, was this what I had to look forward to?

Confession: I am not ready to be an ex-girifriend.

This fact became glaringly apparent on my first real weekend of singledom. Derrick had flown out only three days prior with a promise to call once he was settled, though we had agreed that from now on, we were strictly friends. I will confess right now that he is the only "friend" I have ever had whom I secretly wished would fail miserably. In fact, I was practically preparing for the day when he would return to NYC, tail between his legs, begging me to take him back.

Though Jade had invited me out for a girls' night out with a couple of her friends from Threads, the fashion magazine where she worked as a clothes stylist, I opted to avoid an evening of gyrating on a dance floor looking fat and unfashionable next to Jade and her pseudosupermodel friends, in favor of a quiet evening at Alyssa's.

"You've been denied your right to be angry, Em," Alyssa explained after she'd set me up with a martini. Two sips of it made me fall into a state of self-pity that I was attempting to wallow in until Lys cut me off with her "I'm Okay, You're Okay" brand of advice.

Sighing long and deep, I watched as she slid mushrooms expertly into a pan for the gourmet dinner she was cooking for her live-in boyfriend, Richard, who had yet to arrive home from his high-powered — and, need I say, high-paying-job as a corporate lawyer. Alyssa was a lawyer, too, but one of those earthy-crunchy ones who fight to save trees and make tap water fit for human consumption. In addition to being a top environmental lawyer and all-around hell of a gal, she liked to whip up heart-healthy, mind-expanding meals with names like wheat gluten casserole with roasted baby com. Somehow these qualities, which I'd always admired in Alyssa before, began to depress me as I watched her cook. Is this what it took to maintain Girlfriend status? Maybe I should have made more of an effort with Derrick, whipped up something heartier than coffee with Cremora on all those Sunday mornings we spent together.

"Just because he had a perfectly good reason to leave doesn't mean you don't have a perfectly good reason to be angry," Alyssa continued, sautéing in earnest now, her curly brown shoulder-length hair swept up into a ponytail, her brow furrowed over her bright blue eyes.

Though Alyssa knows me better than most, when it comes to this ex-girlfriend business she cannot relate. After all, Lys has been successfully dating since puberty. Once I asked her how she always managed to have a boyfriend on hand, and she laughed, saying she usually hung on to the guy long enough for them to grow completely sick of each other, then broke up with him just as New Boyfriend stood waiting in the wings.

Now if this were any other girl, I might have said Alyssa suffered from Chronic Boyfriend Syndrome — a condition that leads many women not only to date, but also to plan their lives around men who are for the most part reprehensible but seem preferable to the other option . . . which is no boyfriend at all. But I can honestly say that despite her claims, I am sure Alyssa never dated a guy out of this kind of neediness. It is just that she is utterly lovable — so lovable, in fact, that most men upon meeting her wish they had an Alyssa of their very own.

Her current beau, Richard, the first man Alyssa has ever dared live with and, I must admit, the best guy she's ever been with, is a perfect example of this, Richard was the roommate of Alyssa's last boyfriend, Dan. They were all in law school together, and since Alyssa pretty much lived at Dan's place in order to avoid her own awful roommate, Richard took every opportunity to bond with her whenever he was in her warm and fun-loving presence. I can just imagine his joy when Dan up and moved back home to Ohio to practice law with his father's firm, leaving Alyssa free and clear for Richard, who had already fallen hopelessly in love with her from the sidelines.

Now, as Alyssa looked up from her mushrooms, silently demanding my assent to her psychobabble, I struggled for words to explain how I felt.

Copyright (c) 2002 Lynda Curnyn

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If you're looking for coinable single-isms and a rich story, then don't miss Confessions of an Ex-Girlfriend, the first novel by Lynda Curnyn. Ex-girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life -- in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And she thinks that extra ten pounds of "relationship flab" she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has put her out of the running for new romance. Before Emma can get on with her life, she's got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City.... Emma's wry and insightful Confessions are sure to tickle funny bones and touch the hearts of readers across the globe.

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  • Posted June 26, 2013

    Confessions Of An Ex-Girlfriend is one woman¿s journey to find m

    Confessions Of An Ex-Girlfriend is one woman’s journey to find meaning in the end of her two year relationship when the man she loves accepts a job in L.A. and leaves New York and her behind. Emma struggles through most of this book living a very dysfunctional life. She is stuck in a boring job at a bridal magazine writing articles that are intended to sell the institute of marriage and all its glitz and glitter to brides to be. Emma’s mother is preparing to get married for the third time and wants Emma’s help and expertise with the planning. Emma has not told her parents about her change in relationship status. Emma’s father is lawsuit happy and may or may not have fallen off the wagon (again). She desperately needs highlights, but her hairdresser can only make time for his spiritual lessons and his guru. Her unwanted single status forces Emma to take a long, hard look in the mirror and acknowledge some facts (no matter how painful) about being single once again.




    Even though Emma knew from their first date that her boyfriend would move to L.A. as soon as he sold a screenplay, that event did not happen for two years, in which time Emma got completely comfortable in the relationship and put it out of her mind. Why do we ignore these glaringly obvious relationship red flags? How do Emma and the rest of us develop relationship amnesia and completely forget these events and then walk around like the walking wounded wondering what happened? One thing that annoyed me about Emma is that she spends several pages pining for this jerk instead of getting angry. I felt she should have gotten angry a lot sooner. Two years spent in a relationship, regardless of the red flags at the beginning, is a long time. The last thing I want to see is Emma feeling sorry for herself, while sitting by the phone on the chance that he might call. When Emma finally does get angry and lets him know it, I was cheering. Let him have it, Emma. Rip him a new one. 




    I really liked Emma’s best friends, Alyssa and Jade. Where Alyssa is sweet and kind and in a committed relationship, Jade is the complete polar opposite. Jade is anti-relationship where Alyssa is living with her boyfriend. Emma fits perfectly in the middle between them. I was amazed how these three different women could be such good friends, but they are and it works. In the early days of Emma’s singleness, Alyssa and Jade both play a vital role in helping Emma reinvent herself. 




    I also liked that Emma wasn’t afraid to throw herself back in the dating pool, no matter how scary it was or unprepared she was. I loved that Emma does not strike gold right away either. I really enjoy a story that is realistic and having Emma start dating after a long term relationship and find Mr. Perfect on her first attempt would not have been believable for me as a reader. 




    Whether we’re ex-girlfriends or supportive shoulders to friends going through it, this is a good story that will appeal regardless of the situation. Fans of chick-lit and romance will appreciate how Emma comes out of her ordeal willing to take chances without losing her romantic side or becoming bitter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2007

    Very funny!

    Not much to say . . . it was funny and held my interest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2005

    Nothing like being single...

    LOVED IT! This book made me realize I am not the only woman who sits by the phone then swears I'll never do it again! Emma is a doll and pulls you into the story to where you feel like you are right there with her. We've all made the mistakes she makes and it is somewhat refreshing to think back to the times I did the things she does and see how I've grown from them. Bottom line, if you're looking for Prince Charming, he may be right under your nose and you won't see him until the time is right!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2005

    We can BE with or without him.

    What a delightful read. I am pleased that the heroine goes through the same games which I had/do. Also, the fact that the ending is not cookie cutter material I do appreciate. Good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2005

    Funny, Real, and

    Lynda Curnyn has done it again with this delightful read. Her heroine, Emma, is relatable as an ex-girlfriend (who hasn't drunk dialed!).I love the interesting family dynamics she twists into her writing. I love that her female characters, at the end, are ok whether or not they find love. Brilliant!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2004

    Forget about diamonds, this book is a girl's new best friend!

    This is absolutely the best book I have ever read. In fact, it is the first time when a book is the first thing on my mind when I wake up because I am so anxious to find out what happens next. My favorite part has got to be the lesson involved which is that no woman needs a man to be happy, but simply herself. This book can definitely lift up up your spirits when your love life isn't exactly in it's best stage and show you that everything truly does happen for a reason.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2003

    LOVED IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!

    If you couldn't already tell...I loved this book. I highly recommend this book to any girl who has had her heart broken by a guy...it gave me the hope i needed to know that the right guy is out there...we're just gonna have to go through a few jerks first...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2003

    I couldn't put it down!!!

    Confessions was one of the best books I have read in a long time! I bought it because I had just been through a bad break up and the title sounded perfect for me. If you have been through a recent break up or not, this book describes single dating life perfectly. READ THIS BOOK!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2003

    Confessions of an Ex-Girlfriend

    Witty and conversational, I just finished this book last night and I absolutely adored Curnyn's ability to make me feel as though I was deep in conversation with a close friend. The story was easy to relate to, the writing was great, and the book was a page turner. I definitely recommend this book to any woman who has ever had Big City dreams, and a man who -- through pain -- helped you realize your true worth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2003

    Confessions of an Ex-Girlfriend

    Conversational and witty, I felt as though -- when I completed a chapter -- I had just hung up the phone with a great friend after a sarcastic conversation regarding our roller coaster relationships. Curnyn's writing style is so down to earth, and so real, I felt as though I was living in 'Sex and the City' with every turn of the page. I loved this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2003

    A NEW SENSE OF MYSELF

    After reading this book, I felt like it had almost guided me in the direction i wanted my life to take. It showed me ambition, drive and taught me how to cope with the loss of a first love..... I would say to anyone who is in search of themselves outside of a significant other, READ THIS YOULL FEEL LIKE YOU CAN CONQUER ANYTHING LIFE THROWS!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2003

    BRUTALLY HONEST

    CONFESSIONS WAS DEFINATLEY ONE OF THE MOST ORIGINAL BOOKS IVE READ IN A LONG TIME. AS A FORMER AND POSSIBLY FUTURE EX GIRLFRIEND I RELATED TO THIS BOOK IMMENSLY. THE CHARACTERS WERE FUNNY,INTELLIGENT, AND EXTREMELY INVITING. I FOUND THE WRITTING TO BE HONEST AND FULL OF THOUGHTS THAT BROUGHT ON DEEP SOUL SEARCHING.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2002

    Fantastic!

    Definitly a book for single women balancing dating, career, friends, and family! Personally I could relate to what Emma was going through in every obstacle she encountered; right down to the icecream indulgence!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2002

    Page Turner!

    This coming of age book gives us a genuine snapshot of life after being dumped. Emma's sarcastic wit is charming and warm as she leads us through her roles of career climbing woman, best friend, dutiful daughter, self-searcher, and ice cream addict. Highly addictive and entertaining, Curnyn has created a lovably flawed character that we can only help to cheer on as she takes the plunge back into the dating pool.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2002

    Delightfully entertaining

    The story flows so smoothly, I enjoyed following the troubled times of this imperfect heroine and felt privileged to have a best friend in Emma sharing her 'life wisdom' with me. (I especially related to the 'sprawling Victorian in Huntington.') This is a woman I would willingly share a box of chocolate with.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2002

    delightful look at people at a painful point in their lives

    After exclusively seeing the same man Derek for two years, Emma Carter felt they were committed to one another. Instead when a Hollywood producer optioned Derek¿s screenplay and offered him a job as a script doctor, he dumps Emma and heads west. <P>In the weeks following the break-up, Emma is mess. She concludes that she is a spinster. She goes after a job promotion she does not really want and drives her friends crazy with her depression. Ultimately, Emma looks within and realizes she does not need a man to live a full life; only to find love when she least expects it. <P> Lynda Curnyn has written a novel featuring a heroine that most people will enjoy reading about and even sympathize with her intense angst. Emma does not always behave admirably but even with some questionable decisions, she gets her act together. CONFESSIONS OF AN EX-GIRLFRIEND is part comedy, but mostly a serious, delightful look at people at a painful point in their lives. <P>Harriet Klausner

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    Posted December 18, 2008

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