Men I Didn't Marry [NOOK Book]

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The authors of the national bestsellers Mine Are Spectacular! and The Botox Diaries apply their trademark wit and wisdom to another delicious read. Join Hallie Lawrence Pierpont as she’s whisked away on a journey into her past love life that leads to her future.

Hallie’s husband, Bill, doesn’t even wait until they get home from dropping off their youngest daughter at Yale to announce that he’s leaving–for fitness trainer Ashlee (two e’s, perky...
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Overview

The authors of the national bestsellers Mine Are Spectacular! and The Botox Diaries apply their trademark wit and wisdom to another delicious read. Join Hallie Lawrence Pierpont as she’s whisked away on a journey into her past love life that leads to her future.

Hallie’s husband, Bill, doesn’t even wait until they get home from dropping off their youngest daughter at Yale to announce that he’s leaving–for fitness trainer Ashlee (two e’s, perky breasts, and shiny hair to boot). After first succumbing to an Oreo-induced coma, Hallie is determined to get her life back. An unexpected call from an old college boyfriend sets a plan in motion. Whatever happened to all those men she didn’t marry?

First up is Eric, now an international businessman and number 277 on Forbes’s “Richest People in the World” list. He and Hallie used to put a nickel in the piggy bank every time they made love. Now Eric would like to renew the investment. Next she finds Rav Jon Yoma Maharishi–formerly known as Barry. Her onetime backpacking boyfriend has become the spiritual leader at the Heavenly Spirit Retreat Center, and their reunion would be a little smoother if he weren’t in the midst of a three-day silent meditation. Kevin, the sexiest man she ever met, is now a scuba-diving photographer working on Angelina Jolie’s latest movie. When he seduces her into joining him at his beachfront paradise on Virgin Gorda, Hallie can overlook his gaggle of bikini-clad friends, but can a woman survive on a steady diet of sex, sharks, and air tanks?

Back at home with her best friend, Bellini Baxter, Hallie visits an all-night spray-tanning salon and Soho’s legendary Cellulite Exorcist, whose secret weapon looks suspiciously like an Oreck vacuum cleaner. Hallie’s college-age children are protective of their mom but embarrassed to have her back in teenage territory–the world of dating and condoms. Finally, Hallie confronts the great love she swore she’d never see again and resolves an old family secret.

Janice Kaplan and Lynn Schnurnberger tell a heartfelt and hilarious story about moving forward by looking back. By turns poignant and laugh-aloud funny, this is a must read for every woman who’s ever wondered about the men she didn’t marry.


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Editorial Reviews

People
A funny, buoyant novel...[the authors'] combination of whip-smart dialogue, spot-on metaphors and the occasional steamy bedroom scene creates a hilarious hit that gives chick lit just the kick to keep it from going stale. As Sara's girlfriend Berni might remark, Mine Are Spectacular! is better than a box of bonbons.
New York Times
Ferociously funny.
Chicago Sun-Times
The authors are deservedly renowned for their ability to document the social habits and favorite trends of wealthy women.
New Jersey Life
Makes Wisteria Lane look like Sesame Street.
ABCs The View
This summer’s must-have beach read!
New York Times Book Review
A] midlife-crisis bonbon, which should be sold with fuzzy slippers and a tube of cucumber eye gel.
WCBS-TV
A book you can't put down...a hilarious new novel offering a fresh and irreverent take on the lives and relationships of women in their forties.
Washington Post
Fast-paced and with zingers on every page.
Elle
A sexy romp . . . which leads its characters charmingly back to the basics of being best friends.
Library Journal
In their third collaboration, Kaplan and Schnurnberger stick to the breezy style they created in The Botox Diaries and Mine Are Spectacular! After emptying her nest, Hallie Lawrence Pierpont is looking forward to reconnecting with her husband of 20 years. But then he dumps her for his fitness guru, and Hallie decides to get busy. A serendipitous meeting with the friend of one of her ex-boyfriends gives her an idea: Hallie is going to reconnect with all the men she didn't marry, starting with millionaire Eric; spiritual guru Barry; and her high school sweetheart, Kevin. Hallie's quest takes her to California and an exotic island, but when all is said and done she finds what she wants back in New York. Though her husband leaves her with no warning and she finds herself living alone for the first time in her adult life, Hallie manages the changes in her life with little angst. This is too little, however, to make the novel anything but a pleasant read-fun while it lasts but easily forgotten. Light women's fiction for larger public library collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 1/06.]-Jane Jorgenson, Madison P.L., WI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Praise for Janice Kaplan and Lynn Schnurnberger

Mine Are Spectacular!

"A funny, buoyant novel...[the authors'] combination of whip-smart dialogue, spot-on metaphors and the occasional steamy bedroom scene creates a hilarious hit that gives chick lit just the kick to keep it from going stale. As Sara's girlfriend Berni might remark, Mine Are Spectacular! is better than a box of bonbons."
–People (four-star review)

"Ferociously funny."
-The New York Times

“[The authors] are deservedly renowned for their ability to document the social habits and favorite trends of wealthy women.”
–Chicago Sun-Times

“Makes Wisteria Lane look like Sesame Street.”
–New Jersey Life

The Botox Diaries

“This summer’s must-have beach read!”
–ABC’s The View

“[A] midlife-crisis bonbon, which should be sold with fuzzy slippers and a tube of cucumber eye gel.”
–The New York Times Book Review

"A book you can't put down...a hilarious new novel offering a fresh and irreverent take on the lives and relationships of women in their forties."
--WCBS-TV

“Fast-paced and with zingers on every page.”
–The Washington Post

“A sexy romp . . . which leads [its characters] charmingly back to the basics of being best friends.”
–Elle

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307417251
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/18/2007
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 161,332
  • File size: 481 KB

Meet the Author

Between them, Janice Kaplan and Lynn Schnurnberger have lived in three countries, raised three children, and published nine books–including the bestselling novels Mine Are Spectacular! and The Botox Diaries. They’ve produced hundreds of hours of network television shows and written articles for just about every women’s magazine in America. Both have appeared regularly on television shows including The Oprah Winfrey Show, Good Morning America, and Today. Each is happily married and living in New York.


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The Men I Didn't Marry


By Janice Kaplan & Lynn Schnurnberger

Random House

Janice Kaplan & Lynn Schnurnberger
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ISBN: 0345490703


Chapter One

Chapter ONE



My husband doesn't even wait until we're in the car to drop his bombshell.

We've just brought our daughter-the brilliant, beautiful, and beloved Emily-to her first day at Yale. I've met her roommate, unpacked her duffels, and made the bed with the soft sheets we got during our four-hour precollege shopping marathon at Bed Bath & Beyond. Okay, I didn't really use the sheets Emily and I bought together. I picked up a better set at the exclusive Frette store on Madison Avenue to surprise her. The girl got into Yale, darn it; she shouldn't sleep on anything less than 600-count sateen.

Bill, the ever-doting father, jokes around with Emily while he sets up her computer and assembles a bookshelf next to her desk. As long as we're both puttering at our little tasks, we can put off the emotional breakdown, sure to come the second we leave Emily behind and head back to our now very quiet house. Emily kisses her dad to thank him for his help, gives me a big hug, and then promises us she'll be okay. Our cue to leave. With less surety, I say we'll be okay, too. Now that our second child has officially become a college student, just like her big brother, Adam, our empty nest couldn't get any emptier.

On the way out of the dorm, we pass the freshmancounselor's "Welcome" table, stacked high with campus maps, orientation bulletins, and two bowls, one filled with Tootsie Roll pops and the other with condoms. Bad idea to offer all that candy-too easy to gain the freshman fifteen. And, oh my god, that other bowl, brimming with ribbed, rainbow-colored, and glow-in-the-dark protection. Should I warn Emily to steer clear of any boy who reaches for the Star Wars condoms?

Bill and I step outside and I grab onto his arm and take a deep breath. I've been dreading this day since the first morning I left Emily off at preschool, but we seem to have made it through.

"I think we did fine, honey," I say, proud that I haven't cried once.

"We sure did. We raised a great kid," he says, distractedly patting my hand.

He's right. Both of us were young when we started our family, but we raised two terrific kids and had fun being parents. But now's the time for Bill and me to have new adventures together. I've planned a wine-tasting weekend, a romantic getaway to a four-star Vermont inn, and I've even snagged season tickets to the Knicks. Knowing this day would come, I'd been on the waiting list to get them for six years.

I look over at my successful stockbroker husband. He's always been handsome, but I realize he's in better shape than ever. The love handles are gone, and so are the muffin tops-the new bakery euphemism for that extra roll of flesh that hangs over the elastic band of your briefs. His abs could make the cover of Men's Health-well, an inside page, anyway. And wait a minute, what happened to the wisps of gray hair that were appearing at his temples? I reach over, gently rub his now very dark brown sideburns and giggle to myself. I can't really imagine Bill using Grecian Formula, but he's done something. Maybe after all these years, my honey does have a secret or two.

"So, darling, our first night, just us," I say squeezing his strong arm even tighter. "What's your pleasure? The little Ethiopian restaurant in New Haven, or should we get home right away and I'll slip into something comfortable?" I lean over to kiss his cheek, but Bill has picked up his pace, and I just miss.

"Hallie, I have something to tell you," Bill says. He keeps walking, looking straight ahead.

Uh-oh. Bad opening line. I stumble, my heel catching on the pavement. "I have something to tell you" never comes before "I love you passionately," or even, "I've always liked your pot roast." No, "I've something to tell you" usually precedes bad news like, "The cat died," or "The house just burned down." Or in this case?

"I'm leaving," Bill says without breaking stride.

He's what? I mull the words in my head for a moment. Surely if "leaving" meant leaving for good, my husband, my mate, my partner of two decades, the man who made love to me just three nights ago-or was it four?-would have sat me down before breaking the news. My Bill, my sweet Bill, would even have bought me a cup of coffee first.

Unless he's no longer my sweet Bill.

Leaving.

Time stops and I stand frozen. For a moment, the whole world goes silent and the only sound I hear is a bird off in the distance, with a persistent, mournful call: You'll be alone you'll be alone you'll be alone.

But I can't even think about that possibility. Anyway, what does a bird know? I pull my attention back and try to misunderstand Bill's comment the best I can. "Fine, we'll leave New Haven and go home for dinner," I say. Then, prattling on, I add, "I can defrost some lasagna or whip up an omelet. I have some brie. You like a brie omelet, don't you, honey?"

Bill finally stops walking and turns toward me. "What I mean is I'm leaving you." He pauses and looks at me with what I'm sure he thinks is a kind smile. "We've had a good run. A darn good twenty-one years together in a happy marriage. You're a great gal, Hallie. I have no complaints. But it's time for my second act."

What is he talking about? His second act? Even Mike Nichols couldn't get away with that. This sounds like a speech he's been practicing in front of the mirror for days. But the show's not over. It can't be. He's not leaving. I take a deep breath. I bet I even know what's going on. Just like me, Bill's upset about Emily's going off to college and he doesn't know how to react. In fact, he's a guy. He doesn't even know that he is reacting. It's my job to reassure him.

"Listen, honey, we're going to be okay," I say gently. "I love you. You love me. I got season tickets to the Knicks-just like you always wanted. We don't need the kids at home to keep us together."

He doesn't reply, so to fill in the space, I keep talking. "I'm thinking of taking a pottery class."

Bill looks at me oddly for a moment, and then he nods. "That's great, Hallie. I'm glad you've got plans. I've made some plans, too."

We get to the car and I slide into my usual seat on the passenger's side. I start to put in the CD of the St. Lawrence Quartet playing Hayden that's always been one of Bill's favorites, but he takes it out immediately and replaces Hayden with something loud and blaring.

"What the heck is that?" I ask.

"Black Eyed Peas," he says, proudly. "My new favorite. They're very hot, way up on the charts."

I turn down the volume, but my head continues pounding. Who's this rap-music-listening Grecian Formula-using man sitting next to me? All these years, I thought I knew every detail about my husband but something changed while I was busy working, raising the kids, and buying him shirts at Brooks Brothers. I suddenly feel like a fool. What else have I missed?

The next hour and a half passes in a haze as we speed down the narrow Merritt Parkway toward the suburbs of New York. Given all the twisty turns, I don't know how anybody survives on this road and, right now, I'm not sure I want to. With the kids gone and Bill leaving, what's left? I stare out the window, seeing only my dismal future, and barely notice that we've missed the exit for our small town, Chaddick, until we pass over the bridge into Manhattan.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

Bill doesn't answer, but his mouth is set and his brow is clenched so tightly that his two eyebrows join in a solid line. One thing I do still know about my husband-the caterpillar brow means something's up. Moments later Bill pulls over in front of a brownstone on a residential block in the West Nineties and stops the car, double-parked. He leans over and gives me a nervous peck on the cheek, then hands me the car keys.

"You know how to get home, sweetheart," he says, feigning nonchalance. And as if nothing has changed, he adds, "Drive carefully. It looked like there was a backup north on the Henry Hudson, so you might want to take Riverside Drive."

My mouth opens but nothing comes out. "You're not coming home?" I finally manage to sputter. "Where are we?"

"My new apartment," Bill says, gesturing toward the limestone stoop. Anxious to make a getaway, he gets out of the car and retrieves a duffel bag I hadn't noticed from the backseat.

"You have an apartment?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"Actually, it's not just mine" he says. He bolts up the steps to his new front door, and when he gets there, he turns and adds, "It's Ashlee's apartment. Ashlee, with two E's."





Ashlee. Ashlee. Ashlee. Ashlee. Ashleeeee. Say it enough times while you're lying under a fluffy duvet and it starts to sound like a primal scream. And screaming is therapeutic. As is banging your head against the wall, gouging your betraying husband's face out of every photo in the house, eating twelve superlarge packages of Oreos-the double stuff kind-in a record two days (without any milk), and reading the entire stack of U.S. News & World Report magazines that had been gathering dust in the basement. I might as well live in the past since I have no future. I go through every issue from 1989 to 1994 cover-to-cover and read in a 1990 copy that Vanilla Ice's album is selling like crazy and that he'll last forever. Hah! Where's Vanilla Ice now? His career melted faster than sorbet in the summertime. Like me, he's been replaced.

I haven't watched daytime television since I was home on maternity leave with Emily, but now QVC is my constant companion. It's been a comfort these last four days to know I can order an Italian domed Byzantine necklace or a marquise tanzanite pinwheel brooch any time of the day or night. And I've ordered both-and more. The UPS guy has made so many deliveries he must figure I'm a compulsively early Christmas shopper. On the other hand, he probably wonders why I haven't bothered to bring any of my bounty inside. Unfortunately that would require my actually getting out of bed and going down the stairs, and right now I'm reserving all my energy for essentials-like replenishing my supply of Oreos.

I made Bill promise that he wouldn't tell Adam and Emily what's happened. I explained I didn't want to ruin the start of their school year, but the truth is I just don't want to talk about it. I figure it's like the tree falling in the forest. If a man leaves his wife and nobody knows, has he really left? But I should have realized that my husband's not that good at keeping promises. Adam has taken to calling twice a day from school and asking solicitously, "How are you, mom?" From the grave tone of Adam's voice, I'm worried that Bill has told him something even more tragic than our news-like maybe, on top of everything else, I have dengue fever.

Whatever's wrong with me, I've called in sick to my office for the first time in my fifteen years as a lawyer for Rosen, O'Grady, and Riccardi-New York's first and probably still only Jewish-Irish-Italian law firm. It's also the only law firm that could hire me, a WASP, on the basis of affirmative action. We specialize in antidiscrimination cases and, given the company dinners of kugel, corned beef and cabbage, and cannoli, we often specialize in indigestion. Still, I like the firm and they like me. I've always been able to keep my workweek down to four days, and the job comes with a good pension plan and a regular supply of Tums.

It's been years since I've had a whole day to fill without work and kids, never mind this many days, but trying to do anything useful right now would be impossible. I'm furious at Bill, and I'm even more furious at myself. How could he do this to me? How could I let him do this to me? You don't just walk out on someone after two kids and twenty-one years and say Adios, have a good life. Who the hell does he think he is, leaving without even a single discussion? For chrissakes, when we were renovating the kitchen, we spent six weeks talking about which color tile to pick. He wanted dark green and I wanted white and we settled on a sea foam with cream trim. That's called compromise, Bill, and it's what you do in marriage. The fucker. I don't know if I want to get him back, or just get him.

I sink back into the pillows, exhausted from playing the same rant over and over in my head. I need to do something else-anything. I stretch my hand in front of my face. A little bit of light is coming in through the closed blinds, just enough so I can make a shadow animal on the wall. Look, it's a bunny.

The ringing phone jars me back to reality, the one place I don't want to be. I've barely spoken to anyone in a week, except for the kids and my best friend Bellini. But from the caller ID, I see it's the firm's senior partner, Arthur Rosen-a man who's always been a fair boss. I roll over to answer it and cradle the receiver in the crook of my neck.

Arthur makes small talk for a couple of minutes, then says, "I hate to bother you when you're sick, Hallie, but I had a question on the Tyler case."

Since we're going to talk business, I reluctantly reach under the blankets for the remote so I can turn down the volume on Victoria Principal's pitch for her line of skin-care products. Though, as soon as I get off the call, I'm going to order some of her Prime Secret Reclaim EyeMazing Refirming Eye Cream. Never mind whether the stuff works, I just want to see how they fit all those words on a tiny two-ounce tube.

Focus. Focus. Focus. I listen to what Arthur has to say about the case. Our client Charles Tyler is being sued for sexual harassment-with an unusual twist. The defendant claims Mr. Tyler passed her over for a promotion and gave it to another woman in the office-who he was sleeping with. In other words, she's suing him for screwing someone else. I try to make an intelligent comment or two, but mostly I try not to burst into uncontrollable sobs and spill every detail of my now-horrible life to Arthur. But he clearly picks up that something's wrong.

"So Hallie," he says hesitantly, "I don't mean to pry, but you've been out for almost a week. Should I be worried about you?"


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2012

    Must buy!

    This book is one of my favorite books. The way the authors write this book is fantastic, as well as their sense of humor. I definitely recommend this book! I love the plot of this story and I was sad when it was over. I wish she would write more books similar to this one.

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  • Posted August 11, 2009

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    The Men I Didn't Marry ... A Fun Read

    These authors make you laugh out loud - very realistic characters. I couldn't put it down. I would highly recommend it for a light, fun read - very enjoyable. Ready for more of their books!

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  • Posted December 1, 2008

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    GOOD READ

    THIS IS MY SECOND BOOK BY THESE AUTHORS I LOVE THERE BOOKS THERE LAUGH OUT LOUD FUNNY THERE CHARACTERS ARE GREAT! THIS BOOKS WAS GOOD AND FUNNY GREAT BEACH READ OR ANYTIME READ!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2008

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    This is the third book that I read from these authors and like Mine Are Spectacular and Botox Diaries, this book did not disappoint. I simply could not put it down and read it in just over a day. The characters are so realistic and I found myself laughing out loud throughout the entire book. I would highly recommend the Men I Didn't Marry to anyone who is looking for a light summer read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2007

    Read it in 2 days!

    I brought the book with me when I was on vacation in Puerto Rico as a 'beach read' and could not put it down. The story line was so realistic that you are able to think of people that fit the charaters in your own personal life. This is the 2nd book I've read by these authors and they have yet to let me down. If you're looking for a quick and fun page-turner of a book, this is the one for you!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2007

    Loved this Book

    I really enjoyed this book. Everyone I have lent this book to also agrees. It's a quick, funny give you something to think about read. Out of all their books, this one is my favorite. Imaging going back and revisisting all the men you dated and seeing how they turned out. The begining of this book when they drop their daughter off a college and the hubby leaves the wife and she gets hooked on QVC and just keeps ordering and eating double stuffed oreos is histerical. Loved this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2006

    Funny, Enjoyable, Quick Read

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Who hasn't wondered what happened to past loves and thought of what it would be like to find them again. Following Hallie while she explores the what if's in her adventures in finding her past loves was fun and humorous. In her search not only did she find out about the lives of past loves but found herself as an independent, strong woman and the realization that life moves forward not backwards.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2006

    Not as good as the others

    I was a huge fan of Mine are Spectacular and I enjoyed The Botox Diaries but this is one that I could've done with out. It was an easy, carefree read but they've done a lot better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2006

    Delightful and Funny

    I find this book very funny and delightful. It's a story about Hallie. When her husband, Bill, walked out of her life, she started dating all her old timers again.The author depicts the irony of this kind of life very well and puts it in a humorous ways. I couldn't put it down.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine contemporary

    Their son Adam lives away from them while their daughter Emily starts at Yale so Hallie and Bill Pierpont drop her off at the New Haven school. While Hallie planned on them stopping at a romantic inn in Vermont, Bill informs her that he leaving her for Ashlee. --- Over two decades of marriage abruptly over, Hallie mopes until Emily yells at her to get outside and run. Hallie heeds her daughter¿s advice and hikes near Cold Springs Connecticut, but everything goes wrong until Dr. Tom Sheppard finds her and takes her back to her car. He apparently is a close friend to her college sweetheart Eric Richmond. Eric and Hallie see each other, but she finds herself attracted to the steadier unselfish Tom although Hallie insists at least to herself that she only wants a fling. --- In spite of a few days in hiding and her humiliation while with the hen crowd, Hallie seems to adapt too easily to the out of the blue dumping. Yet in spite of her rapid adjustment (most of her hibernating is off page), readers will appreciate her return to life with her perils of Pauline hike, subsequent rescuing by Tom and reconnecting with Eric. This fine contemporary that shows there is life after dumping keeps fans wondering whether Hallie will choose the steady Tom or the flamboyant Eric. --- Harriet Klausner

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