Goodnight Tweetheart [NOOK Book]

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From a New York Times bestselling author, the immensely popular world of Twitter comes alive in this delightfully modern yet unforgettably timeless love story.

In Goodnight Tweetheart, now with an exclusive new epilogue, Teresa Medieros tells a poignant and engaging story in a groundbreaking style.
Can two strangers who meet (and tweet) by chance find a love strong enough to last a lifetime? That’s the ...
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Overview

From a New York Times bestselling author, the immensely popular world of Twitter comes alive in this delightfully modern yet unforgettably timeless love story.

In Goodnight Tweetheart, now with an exclusive new epilogue, Teresa Medieros tells a poignant and engaging story in a groundbreaking style.
Can two strangers who meet (and tweet) by chance find a love strong enough to last a lifetime? That’s the question former literary sensation Abby Donovan is forced to explore when she meets Mark Baynard on Twitter. Mark, an English professor traveling the world, shatters Abby’s writer’s block one witty tweet at a time. Just as she begins to write and live again, she discovers Mark is hiding a secret that could change both of their lives forever. In the tradition of Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail, two lonely people discover it doesn’t take 140 characters to find your soul mate, just three little words.

Teresa Medeiros is a New York Times bestseller who wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one, introducing readers to one of the most beloved and versatile voices in romance and women’s fiction. She has appeared on every national bestseller list, including The New York Times, USA TODAY, and Publishers Weekly lists and currently has over 10 million books in print. She is a two-time recipient of the Waldenbooks Award for bestselling fiction and lives in Kentucky with her husband and her two cats Willow and Buffy the Mouse Slayer.

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"Delightfully inventive." —Chicago Tribune

“Cleverly crafted . . . timeless.” —BookPage

“Tender, funny, and poignant.” —Kristin Hannah

Kirkus Reviews

Novelist with writer's block falls for a charming mystery man she meets on Twitter.

Although her swank Plaza Hotel digs might signal otherwise, once-promising writer Abby Donovan's career is not exactly sizzling. Blessed (or cursed) with early fame, she struggles mightily in writing her second book, which is long overdue to her publisher. So when her publicist suggests she promote herself through online social networking, she reluctantly agrees—if only to find another way to procrastinate. Shortly after signing up for Twitter, she catches the attention of Mark Baynard, who quickly recognizes her to be a Tweet virgin. Sharing with her that he is a divorced college professor on sabbatical from Ole Miss, he wins her over with his sarcastic humor and exhaustive knowledge of pop culture. But when he reveals he is actually traveling through Europe for a year, her imagination runs wild, especially when he sends her photos of all the romantic destinations he is visiting. The two quickly develop a rapport, share details of their lives, even go on virtual "dates." A lot can happen in 140 characters or less. Well aware of the false sense of intimacy possible in cyberspace, Abby begins to wonder if taking their relationship to the next level is even possible. Why risk losing what they have? She soon discovers (of course) that her dream man is not exactly who he says he is. She is then left to sort out his truth from the lies, as well as manage her own conflicted emotions.

Medeiros (The Devil Wears Plaid, 2010) gives her well-matched Twitter couple some very funny exchanges, although a melodramatic plot twist toward the end comes across as a little heavy-handed.

The Barnes & Noble Review

From Eloisa James's "READING ROMANCE" column on The Barnes & Noble Review


When it comes to romance writers, lifetime membership in the Optimists' Club is practically a prerequisite. More than the writers of any other genre, we must keep the faith: that a thoughtful, sexy, and loving relationship is possible, long-term. But that doesn't mean that we're optimistic about so-called "perfect" matches or, for that matter, "perfect" people. Perfection is highly overrated when it comes to love, as these five romances demonstrate.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips's Call Me Irresistible opens with two flawless people on the verge of marriage…until the bride's best friend shows up. Meg is far from perfect: she never graduated from college, and doesn't have a job, a decent car, or a career. But when she says -- skeptically -- of the groom, Ted (a gorgeous millionaire with umpteen degrees), "He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy," the bride realizes that she's not ready to marry a deity. This plot could easily turn dizzy and light, but instead the novel offers a fascinating picture of two people who have made a lot of mistakes. Meg truly has wasted her life, and Ted is so overwhelmed by his own reputation that he can't emotionally connect with anyone: beneath her banter and his aloof demeanor is a deep loneliness. Yet for all their antagonism (Ted blames Meg for his failed wedding), it turns out that they are at their best together. Meg learns to be responsible, and Ted finds his wild side. But Susan Elizabeth Phillips doesn't pull her punches: a man who is unavailable emotionally is not a good lover, no matter how many orgasms are exchanged -- and it takes Ted a long time to reform. In fact, in the last chapters, when it isn't clear whether Ted will be able to win Meg back, I defy you not to be turning the pages as fast as you possibly can read.

In Elizabeth Hoyt's Notorious Pleasures it's the heroine, rather than the hero, who seems to gaze down from an unapproachable height. Lady Hero Batten is the daughter of a duke: she's beautiful, tactful, intelligent, and witty. Even so, she is mortified when her fiancé's brother Griffin mocks her with the title Lady Perfect. Griffin Remmington, Lord Reading, is Hero's polar opposite. His reputation is even worse than Meg's in Call Me Irresistible: he has made himself notorious for drinking, carousing, and general worthlessness. In reality that façade hides an even more terrible truth about his activities, as Hero discovers. One of the wonderful things about this novel is that, like Phillips, Hoyt doesn't underestimate the challenges of falling in love with someone who has made dreadful decisions. But it's the downfall of Lady Perfect that gives the book its tantalizing, seductive pleasure: when Hero wonders whether "she could ever resurrect her perfect façade again," you'll be rooting for Griffin, sins and all. This is a novel that laughs in the face of anyone who believes that romances can't or don't depict the dark side of life -- while still standing up for the idea of real, long-term happiness.

Courtney Milan's Unveiled also contrasts a high-born heroine and a flawed hero, but here again, the stakes are much higher than mere reputation. Lady Anna Margaret Dalrymple is in a dreadful position. Her ancestral home, Parford Manor, now belongs to a vengeful distant cousin named Ash Turner; discovery of her father's bigamy has resulted in his children's disinheritance. Margaret promises herself that "she would be noble, even if she was no longer considered nobility." But perfection comes at a price. Since her horrible father is dying in the master bedroom, Margaret poses as a nurse in order to stay with him. And when she falls in love with Ash, Margaret finds herself torn between her role as a dutiful daughter and sister, and the man she loves. Only after she realizes that Ash would sacrifice everything to make her happy does Margaret understand love is the real yardstick by which we should measure loyalty.

Jill Shalvis's Animal Magnetism pits the perfectly sweet, charming Lilah Young against a weary, battle-worn ex-soldier named Brady Miller. He's spent the last few years in battle zones where "grime and suffering trumped hope and joy," whereas Lilah lives in a Disney-ish small town named Sunshine, where everyone loves her and she loves everyone -- including the baby animals she's surrounded by. In short, she's a princess, and he's a cynic. Her real perfection (from Brady's point-of-view) is that she accepts his wandering nature and offers red-hot sex with no strings attached. But, as he comes to understand, that may sound "perfect. Only it wasn't. Not even close." This is a wildly sexy, sweet story, as Lilah and Brady realize that falling in love with a flawed person can be a passionate affirmation of love's ability to bring people together.

My last romance poses a particularly modern conundrum: what if the person you fall in love with online, your Tweetheart, isn't really as unblemished as his electronic persona seems to be? Teresa Medeiros's Goodnight, Tweetheart moves between text and tweets to depict a love story between a struggling novelist, Abby Donovan, and an English professor on sabbatical, Mark Baynard. Their tweets are fascinating, as they joke about everything from Project Runway to Velveeta. It's impossible not to fall in love with someone as witty and sweet as Mark (he signs off as Goodnight Tweetheart), even though Abby does realize that he's using humor as a defense mechanism. Can someone so glowingly "perfect" ever live up to his Twitter feed? Of all the novels, this one falls most firmly into the "no one is perfect" camp. When Mark reveals a shocking truth about himself, Abby realizes that perfection is deeper than tweets: it's Mark's smile, the smile that says "I will always love you no matter what you've done and no matter what you'll ever do."

My latest romance, When Beauty Tamed the Beast, has just been published -- and as you can imagine, my hero is definitely less than perfect. I chose to rewrite this particular fairy tale because I think that a love story between all-too-human persons is far more interesting than that between "golden boys and girls," as Shakespeare had it. In fact, these novels are a splendid antidote to an overdose of sickly sweet Valentine's Day sentiments. Buy your beloved a card that insists he or she is the perfect match for you -- and then remind yourself that love trumps all those flaws the card pretends don't exist.




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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439188170
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 12/14/2010
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 227,262
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Teresa Medeiros is a New York Times bestseller who wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one, introducing readers to one of the most beloved and versatile voices in romance and women’s fiction. She has appeared on every national bestseller list, including the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Publishers Weekly lists and currently has more than 10 million books in print. She is a two-time recipient of the Waldenbooks Award for bestselling fiction and lives in Kentucky with her husband and her two cats Willow and Buffy the Mouse Slayer. You can visit her website at: TeresaMedeiros.com.
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Chapter One

Saturday, April 23—9:47A.M.

In her darker moments Abby Donovan had often fantasized that her career of choice might lead her to become intimately acquainted with the phrase “Would you like fries with that?” But she’d never guessed she’d end up embracing the traditional uniform of working women the world over—the bunny costume.

She’d started her morning safely tucked away in an upscale bookstore’s version of a greenroom. It didn’t look anything like the greenrooms at the Today show or even Book World Weekly. There were no comfy sofas or silver-plated trays of warm, gluten-free muffins and organic fruit. There were no fawning handlers asking if there was anything they could do to make her more comfortable while she waited for her cue to take the stage.

There was only a desk littered with mountains of yellowing publishing house catalogues and a creaky folding chair crammed between two towering stacks of boxes. Boxes of books that were probably going to be returned to the publisher for credit without ever being opened. The open door at the back of the room gave her an all too clear view of a bathroom that looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned since the first season of Survivor.

Okay, so it wasn’t really wasn’t a greenroom at all, just an oversize storage closet.

Abby had sat hunched in the cold metal folding chair while she waited to be summoned, nervously eyeing the boxes of books and wondering how long it would take someone to find her if they toppled over on top of her. Despite the soothing strains of what sounded like The Worst of Yanni being piped through the overhead speakers, her nerves were jittering like she’d had a triple shot of espresso in her Skinny Caramel Macchiato instead of her usual double. She’d never been particularly prone to stage fright, but lately just the prospect of leaving her apartment for a trip to the corner bodega made her break out in icy beads of flop sweat. She stole a look at her watch, then sighed.

Maybe they figured if they left her there long enough, she’d start scrubbing the rust stains from the cracked vinyl around the toilet bowl.

Desperate for something to occupy both her hands and her mind, she reluctantly lowered her gaze to the book lying in her lap.

The perky little gold seal on the front of the dust jacket announced to the world that both the book and its author were Something Special. That they had been chosen. Annointed. Smiled down upon by the benevolent goddess of Mount Harpo herself—Oprah Winfrey.

Being chosen for Oprah’s book club was a little like being struck by lightning at the precise moment you won the lottery. It left you dazed by your own (presumably undeserved) good fortune and basking in a spotlight that faded all too quickly, leaving you blinded by its glare. Like most lottery winners, you were likely to end up going bankrupt within six months. And like most people who are struck by lightning, you had a ninety percent chance of survival, but you were never going to be exactly the same.

Four years later, Abby was still waiting to see if she would make it.

Hoping to avoid the humiliation of being caught reading a book she had authored she flipped the book over. A younger, glossier version of herself smiled up at her from the back of the dust jacket. It wasn’t hard for her to eye the photo with the critical eye of a stranger. The publicist provided by her publisher had chosen her wardrobe, her makeup, even her hairstyle for the photo session. It had taken the stylist over an hour to tame her naturally curly bob into a shining cap of golden brown hair.

She could still remember the Italian photographer urging her to try and look sensitive, successful, and vaguely sexy all at the same time. In hindsight, Abby thought she looked unbearably smug and vaguely constipated.

“Mrs. Donaldson?”

Abby sprang guiltily to her feet, fumbling for the book before it could slide onto the floor. Being caught mooning over your own picture was only slightly less humiliating than being caught reading your own book.

“Ms. Donovan,” she corrected, remembering enough of her social graces to fix a cheerful smile on her lips. “Abigail Donovan. But you can call me Abby.”

Her long-awaited deliverer was a tall, thin creature in a faded Coldplay T-shirt. The girl’s asymmetrical haircut had been dyed Elvis black and accented with a bright shock of purple bangs.

Despite the pierced eyebrow, the tattoo of a fearsome serpent wrapped around her wrist, and the name tag branding her as “Natalie” (which assured bookstore customers she was there to help them), the girl didn’t look old enough to be reading Harry Potter, much less selling it.

She popped her chewing gum, eyeing Abby with the sullen air of cynicism that could only be achieved by those with nothing to be cynical about. “The manager sent me to tell you it’s time for your reading, Miss Donnelly.”

This time Abby didn’t waste her breath correcting her. Instead, she dutifully followed the girl’s nonexistent rear end in its size zero Gap jeans from the room, giving the hem of her own sweater a furtive tug to make sure it was still hiding the waistband of her Spanx.

She had chosen her attire with great care. In the past few months she’d grown far too comfortable in the blocked writer’s uniform of fuzzy socks and coffee-stained sweats. The tasteful beige of her cashmere mock-turtleneck sweater perfectly complemented the warm chocolate hue of her wool pencil skirt. She had even invested in a shiny new pair of Stuart Weitzmans, hoping the flirty pair of nude pumps would scream successful beyond your wildest dreams instead of desperate to recapture former glory.

As they traveled down a short hallway lined with cluttered cork bulletin boards, Abby heard a sound she hadn’t heard for a very long time—the excited murmur of voices and the rustling of a crowd growing restless with anticipation. She relaxed her death grip on her book, her confidence growing with each step. Apparently, she had wasted her time and her energy worrying over nothing. Her readers had always flocked to her signings and readings in the past. She should have known they wouldn’t forget her so quickly. A gracious smile curved her lips as she prepared to greet them.

She followed her escort right into the unforgiving glare of the overhead fluorescents. The rustling died and a collective sigh of disappointment washed over her. Her eyes adjusted just in time to watch the hope fade from the dozens of tiny little faces turned in her direction.

“She’s not Biff!” a high-pitched voice wailed.

“You’re right, Brandon,” a deeper voice crooned. “She’s nobody. But if you’ll be a good boy for a little while longer, Biff will come hopping along very soon.”

That’s when Abby realized they hadn’t emerged among the racks of overpriced stationery and tasteful displays of Godiva chocolate she had passed on the way in, but in the children’s section of the bookstore. And that the large crowd—composed exclusively of fidgeting preschoolers and a handful of long-suffering parents—wasn’t waiting for her.

An enormous banner hung over their rapt little heads. It featured a watercolor illustration of a rather fey-looking rabbit in a flowered apron serving tea to a gathering of forest creatures that included a shy fawn and a simpering hedgehog. According to the elaborate script etched across the top of the banner, their gracious host was none other than Biff the Bunny.

“My publicist didn’t mention there was another event scheduled for today,” Abby murmured to Natalie as she was forced to step over a sulking toddler huddled on a beanbag chair shaped like a toadstool, then duck beneath the bottom of the banner to avoid being slapped in the face.

Although she hated to admit it, even to herself, she’d been so excited to hear from her publicist after having the woman duck her phone calls for nearly a year that she probably wouldn’t have noticed if she’d been informed the store had booked a spectral Margaret Mitchell to sign Gone with the Wind.

“Didn’t you see the full-page ad we ran in the Times?” the clerk asked her.

“Um … no. But my publicist did fax over the in-house newsletter featuring my upcoming appearance.” Abby’s picture had been so small she’d had to squint to recognize herself.

“Well, Claire Carroll, the author of Biff the Bunny, is coming to do a reading today. She dresses up as Biff and reads her stories to the kids. The kids eat it up and most of the parents use it as an excuse to dump the little monsters on us so they can go blow their credit limit at Restoration Hardware. They were lined up outside the doors before dawn this morning.”

Abby stole a glance over her shoulder at Biff’s eager audience, wondering if she’d actually sank so low as to be jealous of a fictional rabbit. She nearly walked into Natalie’s back as the girl stopped in front of a swinging metal door situated just behind the Alternative Sex section.

“Here you go. We’ve got you all set up in the conference room.”

Right before the clerk swept open the door, Abby caught a glimpse of a piece of college-ruled notebook paper taped to it. The words MEET THE AUTHOR had been scrawled on the paper, along with her name and the title of her book. There was no mention of the book being an Oprah pick. No hint that she had come this close to winning the Pulitzer.

The conference room was long and narrow. A battle-scarred podium with a drooping microphone attached to it sat on the right side of the room. Someone had optimistically arranged two dozen metal folding chairs in a semicircle around the podium. Only one of those chairs was occupied.

An elderly man wearing a pair of hearing aids was slumped in the chair, idly flipping through a copy of Abby’s book. Judging by his exaggerated yawn, he was not impressed with what he found. Or it was time for his afternoon nap.

Ignoring the abrupt plunge of her heart into the toes of her overpriced pumps, Abby squared her shoulders. If she’d learned anything from being the only daughter of an army drill sergeant and a bipolar mother, it was that the show must go on. An audience of one was still an audience. If this man cared enough to attend her reading, then he deserved a performance worthy of Carnegie Hall.

Natalie began to back toward the door. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. I have to go help my boss herd the rug rats. A couple of kids were nearly trampled at Biff the Bunny’s last appearance.”

Abby was still marveling over the fact that a rabbit named Biff could generate carnage previously only equated with a Who concert when the old man jerked to attention, his head swiveling around like Linda Blair’s in The Exorcist. “Biff the Bunny? Biff the Bunny is going to be here?”

He sprang to his feet and rushed past them, leaving the metal door swinging in his wake. Abby and Natalie stared stupidly after him for a moment before shifting their wide-eyed gazes back to each other. Natalie tucked a pinkie between her lips, her world-weary facade cracking just long enough to reveal a trace of compassion … or was it pity?

Noting that the rest of the girl’s black-painted fingernails had already been gnawed down to the quick, Abby managed a you-win-some/you-lose-some shrug for her benefit. “It’s all right. Really. Who doesn’t enjoy a nice subway ride to Queens on a sunny Saturday afternoon? Besides, writers can never spend enough time in bookstores, can they? I’ll just hang around for a little while. Browse the New Book section. Or maybe the Alternative Sex section. These days one never knows when one might need to find an alternative to sex.” She blinked rapidly, desperately wishing she hadn’t left her faux HermÈs bag—and her knock-off Prada sunglasses—locked in a desk drawer in the storage closet.

Natalie hesitated, plainly torn between her sympathy for Abby’s plight and her desperate desire for escape. Before she could bolt, the metal door came swinging open again. A heavyset woman with short-cropped sandy blond hair came sweeping in. She wore a rumpled blue polo shirt, neatly pressed khakis and a name tag that identified her as Inga, the store’s manager. Her broad Teutonic face was flushed and she had a shapeless lump of fur that looked like the deflated carcass of a German shepherd draped over one arm.

“Natalie!” the woman exclaimed, her relief nearly palpable. “There you are! Thank God! What size do you wear?”

“Zero,” Abby said at the exact moment Natalie said, “Two.”

“Oh, crap.” The woman’s face fell as she gave the carcass draped over her arm a despairing look. “This thing would swallow you whole.”

Abby eyed the mangy wad of fur dubiously. “It looks as if it’s already swallowed more than one victim.”

The store manager blinked at her owlishly from behind the rims of her oversize glasses. “Who are you?”

“This is Mrs. Davenport,” Natalie informed the woman before Abby could reply. “You know—the lady who was supposed to do the other reading today.”

Abby extended her hand. “Abigail Donovan. I’m so glad to have the opportunity to thank you for your hospitality.”

The woman swept her dazed gaze over the empty half circle of chairs. “You must be finished.”

“You might say that,” Abby said dryly, letting her hand fall back to her side.

The manager blinked several times in quick succession, as if to snap herself out of a trance. “I hope you’ll forgive me for pawning you off on Natalie here, Miss Donovan. I’m just so flustered today. It’s not often the store gets a visit from an author as successful as Claire Carroll, especially way out here in Queens. Most of the major publishers send their big names to the stores in Manhattan.” As Abby’s already pained smile vanished altogether, Inga froze with her fingers still curved into the air quotes she had used to emphasize big names.

Before she could stammer out an apology that would only embarrass them both, a collective groan drifted through the door. It was the tragic sound of dozens of tiny hearts breaking all at once.

The manager slumped against the wall, adding her own groan to theirs. “Oh God. What am I going to do? It’s Claire Carroll. I’ve been on the phone with her publicist all morning. Her flight from Bermuda has been delayed. She’s not going to make the reading.” She raked a hand through her hair, leaving it standing on end. “I just had Stefan tell them Biff the Bunny was going to be late. I was afraid to tell them she—I mean he—wasn’t coming at all. What if they riot?”

Mentally assaulted by an image of raging preschoolers swinging from that obscenely large banner and hurling their beanbag toadstools at a S.W.A.T. team in full riot gear, Abby had to bite back her first genuine smile of the day.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, turning toward the door. “I should probably just go and get out of your way so you and Natalie can deal with this problem without any distractions.”

“Wait!”

Abby turned back to discover a shrewd glint had overtaken the panic in the manager’s eyes. “What size are you?” the woman demanded.

That’s when Abby realized the limp carcass draped over her arm wasn’t roadkill scraped off the Queensboro Bridge after all, but a Biff the Bunny costume, probably shipped directly from Claire Carroll’s publisher so it would be there in time for her appearance.

“Oh no,” Abby said, shaking her head and backing toward the door. “You can’t ask me to impersonate an author.”

“You wouldn’t be impersonating an author because you are an author,” the woman pointed out, her voice softening on a wheedling note. “You’d be impersonating a bunny. All you’d have to do is read Biff the Bunny’s Adventures in Carrotland and hand out some candy. How hard would that be?”

“But I didn’t come here to read Biff the Bunny’s Adventures in Carrotland,” Abby protested, her own desperation growing. “I came here to read my novel.” She flipped the book in her hand around, hopefully displaying her literary equivalent of a glamour shot. “You know—the one I wrote.”

Natalie shook her head disapprovingly and popped her gum. “I don’t think the rug rats would like that. Last week one of the parents threatened to sue Corporate because we let the story hour volunteer read Where the Wild Things Are. Claimed the Things were too wild.”

The manager seized Abby’s arm, having saved her most persuasive argument for last. “If I could squeeze my ass into this thing, don’t you think I would?”

Abby closed her eyes to escape the woman’s pleading look, but all she could see was a circle of hopeful little faces shining up at her. The little boy in the children’s section had been right. She wasn’t Biff the Bunny. She didn’t even seem to be Abigail Donovan the Bestselling Novelist anymore. She was nobody. But it was still within her power to keep the dreams of those children alive. To preserve their innocence for just a little while longer so they could believe a fey bunny who wanted nothing more out of life than to tend his carrot garden and have tea with his friends could actually survive in this ruthless world.

Opening her eyes, she tossed her own book into one of the folding chairs, where it promptly slid facedown onto the floor, hiding Oprah’s seal of approval.

“Where can I change?” she asked grimly, already knowing the answer before Natalie Who Was There to Help Her and the grateful manager began to wrest her cashmere sweater over her head.

© 2011 Teresa Medeiros

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  • Posted January 23, 2011

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    Great romantic read but...

    This is a great find for romance lovers, but beware of the ending. I like all books/movies/stories to have an ending, and a good ending at that! I hate being left with cliff-hangers! argh! However, the chemistry between Abby and Mark was great. It was funnny in some parts and teary-eyed in the others. Go Teresa! I just wished you would have left out the cliff-hanger! When I realized that that was the end of the chapter and the book, I was like "NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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  • Posted December 13, 2010

    140 Characters of Less=A PERFECT Love Story!

    I LOVED this book! In fact, out of all the books I've read in 2010, this was by far my FAVORITE. No, it's not Christian....it does have use of the minor curse words, (nothing overtly terrible though), and it has no sex scenes....well, unless you count the laugh out loud Tweets going on between Abby and Mark that might HINT at some naughtier things. But, that in no way makes this book unreadable. In fact, the laugh out loud humor this book throws at you, is PHENOMENAL!

    This novel was told in 90% Tweets. I mean, it's the PERFECT book for book reviewers in the year 2010. We all have a TweetDeck account, or Twitter account ,and Facebook, I'm sure....at least most of us do, I think. So, what better way to throw a love story in with a twist? Written in a way that us book reviewers are used to! In the world of #hashtags and 140 characters or less, this book is a classic love story. It reminds me of Debbie Macomber meeting Nicholas Sparks. PERFECT! I find it fun to have a Twitter account and to use all the fun loving #hashtags(though I would never imagine finding love through Twitter!), so I was super excited to hear about this book.

    In Goodnight Tweetheart, Abby,an author who thinks she has a failing career, "meets" Mark, a fellow Tweeter whom quickly befriends her. But, is it cool to fall in love with someone you've never met, to have virtual dates and read the words each night of 'Goodnight, Tweetheart'? She's nervous, sure, but as she gets to know Mark, can he break down the walls of her heart in 140 characters or less? And, why won't Mark tell her where he is???

    This is a love story you WON'T want to miss, as you find out the answers to the questions above. You'll laugh, you'll cry and you'll cheer these two love birds (fitting for Tweeters, don't you think?) on in their wonderful Social Media world. This is most definitely 5 star (and then some!) worthy and must have high praises sung! In 140 characters or less: THIS IS A MUST READ FOR EVERY BOOK LOVER! Well done, Teresa! When's the next book like it?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Really enjoyed it and wanted more of the story.....

    Warning.....to those who read this book on a Nook or another e-reader.... the ending comes up and you will NOT be expecting it because you think there are still another additional 28 pages. When you are loving a story and ready for 20+ pages of further development you are NOT happy to find it has ended. This was one time when sending me free 'stuff' (chapters of other authors to entice me to buy) really ticked me off.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2012

    Great heartfelt read!

    Read this in hard back and have already pre-ordered the paperback. I was pleased and surprised by this book. Humor, pathos and snappy exchanges. I am really looking forward to reading the addendum in the paperback.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2011

    Disappointed

    I love Teresa Medeiros' books. This one was a little disappointing. I liked the storyline but it was just okay. I bought this as an eReader so was surprised when the story ended at 139 pages. At a price of $9.99, I expected a lot more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 18, 2011

    Great Read

    I love this book and it is one that I will keep reading over and over. It made me laugh out loud and cry. I had trouble putting it down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2011

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    Great Read!

    I needed an escape from stress, and this light, witty read did just the trick :) Oh, total surprise ending though. Left me wanting more.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 7, 2011

    Great novel

    Once I started, I found it hard to put this one down. Very quick read that will have you laughing, sniffling, and everything in between. Was expecting more from the ending but maybe somethings are better left unexplained. Highly recommended!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2010

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    Wonderful; but emotional read

    I was fortunate enough to win an ARC of this book and all I can say is that I was not disappointed. It's both funny and sad; well, sad is the wrong word to use, it's very, very emotional. I laughed; the fact that Abby's two cats just happen to be called Willow Tum-Tum & Buffy the MouseSlayer was great. (Anyone who follows Teresa knows the names of her two kitties;D). Abby & Mark hit it off immediately when his first Tweet to her is "R u a virgin?" Meaning a Twitter virgin! And I loved the way they'd sign off. Saying goodnight and each one trying to top the other remembering characters from old TV shows or old movies. Mark was always the last to sign off with 'Goodnight Tweetheart'. I must give a warning, this book is a real tearjerker. I cried so much in the last 100 or so pages (the book is short only 224 pages) the words on the pages were blurry. But I would stillhighly recommend this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 12, 2010

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    Different, but well-written, Goodnight Tweetheart is a fascinating contemporary relationship drama

    Her book was an Oprah pick, a bestseller and a near Pulitzer winner. So Abigail Donovan wonders what she is doing in a Queens' bookstore competing with Biffy the Bunny and bailing out the owner by wearing Biff's bunny costume. She should be working her next book, but has writer's block with her confidence sinking faster than the stock market during a recession.

    Her publicist signs her up at Twitter. She soon cyber-meets Twitter user "MarkBaynard", who mentors her as to the rules of writing in a 140 character environ. Twittering back and forth with retweets and much more, she learns he is a professor on sabbatical seeing the world. No longer feeling sorry for herself, she wants to join her tweeter mate in the real world; not yet understanding the masks people wear in cyberspace to conceal the real person and what they are doing in the mundane realm.

    Different, but well-written, Goodnight Tweetheart is a fascinating contemporary relationship drama that mostly uses Tweeter messaging to tell the story. Character driven, fans will root for the pair as Abby finds her muse and groove through her tweetheart MarkBaynard.

    Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 21, 2013

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    I absolutely loved this book! It has everything I love in a stor

    I absolutely loved this book! It has everything I love in a story... it made me laugh, cry, sigh, and awww! Highly Recommend!

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  • Posted February 19, 2013

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    Can't do it!!

    I just could not get into this book for the life of me!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2012

    Loved it!

    My only complaint is that it was too short. I really loved this book!

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  • Posted November 22, 2012

    Cute and unexpected

    Not the usual romance, but excellent story

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Wonderful!

    Short but worth it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2012

    OMG

    What can I say, she does it all the time. Loved it!!!

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  • Posted October 5, 2012

    Fantastic book that reads quick and easy

    Loved this book - it was an easy read. The voyerestic view of a couple who stumble across each other on Twitter is a story that you can get lost in and are able to picture yourself bantering back and forth with an unknown person - openly telling someone what you are feeling all the while remaining behind the Twitter login. The developing relationship is great. Would recommend this book to anyone who wants to have an enjoyable read and good chuckle every now and then.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted September 2, 2012

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2012

    Thumbs up!

    It is a short story but extremely potent. Once you actually "get it" you also realize that it isn't exactly a light beach book but a deeply emotional story. I don't usually re-read a book but I have re-read this one. It's a beautiful story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2012

    Potent

    An amazing and potent short story. It took me a while to understand the tweeters but I was sorry to see the story end. I loved it as it broke my heart. This author never disapoints.

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