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When successful twenty-nine-year-old Manhattan attorney Emily Haxby ends her happy relationship just as her boyfriend is on the verge of proposing, she can’t explain to even her closest friends why she did it. Somewhere beneath her sense of fun, her bravado, and her independent exterior, Emily knows that her breakup with Andrew has less to do with him and more to do with...her. As the holiday season looms and Emily contemplates whether she made a huge mistake, the rest of her world begins to unravel: she is assigned to a multimillion-dollar lawsuit where she must defend the very values she detests by a boss who can’t keep his hands to himself; her Grandpa Jack, a charming, feisty octogenarian and the person she cares most about in the world, is losing it, while her emotionally distant father has left her to cope with this alone; and underneath it all, fading memories of her deceased mother continue to remind her that love doesn’t last forever.How this brave, original young heroine finally decides to take control of her life and face the fears that have long haunted her is the great achievement of Julie Buxbaum’s marvelous first novel.

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Editorial Reviews

Sarah L. Courteau
The real pleasure of this book isn't to be found in moments of high comedy but in the voice of the slightly self-deprecating, slightly sardonic narrator, wise to the world but not yet to herself. What's important is that she's willing to pick her way toward clarity, one difficult step at a time. That a tale about a modern young woman who squarely confronts her garden-variety challenges can feel this fresh is striking.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Ariadne Meyers gives a masterful performance of this realistic novel about Emily, a young woman whose life is unraveling: she breaks up with her longtime boyfriend, hates her job, and her beloved grandfather is dying. Meyers inhabits the role perfectly, conveying all the nuances of Emily's character: her doubt and confusion, anger, love and vulnerability. Meyers especially shines in Emily's monologue to her late mother's tombstone that starts out joking as a defense mechanism, then gets serious and then gradually starts to break down, her voice trembling and full of tears. Meyers also creates distinctive, authentic character voices-the elderly, New York-accented tones of Emily's grandfather and his female friend Ruth; Emily's two closest female friends, including a scene in which one friend is drunk and sobbing; her smug, lecherous boss; a backstabbing co-worker; a Russian diner owner; and a soothing psychologist. She switches seamlessly between the voices during conversations without missing a beat. The abridgment is likewise seamless. This excellent production is a must for chick lit fans. Simultaneous release with the Dial Press hardcover (Reviews, Nov. 5, 2007). (Feb.)

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Buxbaum's debut is a welcome addition to the having-it-all genre. The characters are likable, and the story line moves along so amusingly that you'll want to keep reading into the night. Emily Haxby is an up-and-coming attorney at a big firm in Manhattan. From the outside, she seems to have her life tied up flawlessly with a big red bow; however, the package is coming unraveled. On the verge of becoming engaged to Andrew, the perfect guy, she freezes and breaks up with him. Other life events creep in to sidetrack Emily. She's given an assignment on a sleazy legal case defending a company that's knowingly polluting the environment, and her lecherous boss propositions her in a hotel room. Then Emily's favorite family member, Grandpa Jack, starts to exhibit the frightening symptoms of Alzheimer's. Repeatedly mourning the death of her mother (when Emily was a child) and her completely distant politician father, Emily finds that the turmoil in her life is leading her to take harsh actions. Can Emily pull it together-work, family, love life, and all? You'll be turning pages until you find out! Highly recommended for all fiction collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ10/1/07.]
—Beth Gibbs

From the Publisher
“In the character of Emily, Julie Buxbaum has created the quintessential motherless daughter: a woman who longs for the comfort of intimacy, yet fears its permanence. The Opposite of Love is a brilliant examination of loss, romance, and the jagged, imperfect, utterly realistic way we fall and stay in love. A stunning debut.”—Hope Edelman, author of Motherless Daughters

"You’ll want to keep reading all night.”—Library Journal, Starred Review

“A witty, touching debut novel rich with emotional truths. Women everywhere will relate to Julie Buxbaum's thoughtful, young heroine and her journey of loss and love.”—Emily Giffin, author of Love the One You’re With

“Gripping, wise and extremely refreshing. I loved it.”—Marian Keyes, author of Sushi for Beginners and Angels

"Buxbaum makes an appealing debut with this tale of...[a] single gal-in-the-city [who] finds her white-knuckle hold on life and love slowly slipping."—Publishers Weekly

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  • ISBN-13: 9781415946862
  • Publisher: Random House, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 1/1/2008
  • Format: CD

Meet the Author

Julie Buxbaum

Julie Buxbaum is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania and Harvard Law School. The Opposite of Love is her first novel.

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The Opposite of Love

By Julie Buxbaum

The Dial Press

Copyright © 2008 Julie Buxbaum
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385341226

Chapter One

Last night, I dreamt that I chopped Andrew up into a hundred little pieces, like a Benihana chef, and ate them, one by one. He tasted like chicken. Afterward, I felt full but slightly disappointed. I had been craving steak.

I plan to forget this dream. I will block out the grainy texture of moo shu Andrew. The itch of swallowing him dry. I will erase it completely, without lingering echoes or annoying daja vu, despite the possibility that my dream led me inexorably to this moment.

Because I already know that, unlike the dream--this dead end--this one is going to stick. I am living an inevitable memory.

Today, I break up with Andrew in a restaurant that has crayons on the table and peanut shells on the floor. A drunken young woman in the midst of her bachelorette party, wearing little more than a cowboy hat and tassels, attempts to organize a line dance. I realize now that I should have waited for a better backdrop. It looks as if I think our relationship adds up to nothing more than a couple of beers and some satisfying, but fiery, buffalo wings. This is not the effect I was going for.

I had imagined that disentangling would be straightforward and civilized, maybe even a tiny bit romantic. The fantasy breakup in my head played out in pantomime; noexplanations, only rueful smiles, a kiss good-bye on the cheek, a farewell wave thrown over a shoulder. The sting of nostalgia and the high of release, a combustible package, maybe, but one we would both understand and appreciate.

Instead, Andrew looks at me strangely, as if I am a foreigner he has just met and he can't place my accent. I refuse to meet his eyes. I quell the overwhelming desire to run outside into the swill of Third Avenue, to drown in the overflow of people spilling out from the bars and onto the street.

Surely, that would be better than feeling Andrew's confusion reverberate off his skin like a bad odor. I lock my legs around the bottom of my bar stool and stare at the bit of barbecue sauce that clings to his upper lip. This helps assuage my guilt. How could I be serious about a man who walks around with food on his face? In all fairness, Andrew is not walking around anywhere. He perches there, stunned.

And I, too, am adorned in condiments. The ketchup on my white tank top makes it look like my heart is leaking.

"This was never going to be a forever, happily-ever-after sort of thing. You knew that," I say, though it is clear from his silence and from the last few days that he did not. I wonder if he wants to hit me. I almost wish he would.

Seems strange now that I didn't realize this moment was coming, that I hadn't started practicing in my head before yesterday. I'm usually good at endings--pride myself on them, in fact--and I always find people disingenuous when they claim that a breakup came out of nowhere. Nothing comes out of nowhere, except for, perhaps, freak accidents. Or cancer. And even those things you should be prepared for.

I guess I could have just let the weekend unfold, followed the original plan with military precision, and woken up tomorrow with Andrew in my bed and his arm thrown across my shoulder. Later, at work, I would have been able to tell some funny Labor Day anecdote around the proverbial water cooler, the weekend always better in rose-colored instant replay. But though I firmly believe that a tree does not fall in the forest until someone later tells an amusing story about it, I realize now that there will be no tidbits to share tomorrow. At least not funny ones. I have made sure of that.

Today, during the last moments of the Labor Day weekend, I find myself sitting across from Andrew, the man with whom I have spent the past two years, attempting to explain why it is we need to stop seeing each other naked. I want to tell him it is merely our ages--I am twenty-nine, Andrew is thirty-one--that are at fault here. We are acting under a collective cultural delusion, the one that demands random connection after the quarter-life mark, a handcuffing to whoever lands by your side during a particular game of musical chairs. This is the only way I can explain how Andrew went so out of bounds yesterday, with his intimations of a ring and permission, with his hints of an impending proposal. But I don't say any of this out loud, of course. The words seem too vague, too much like an excuse, maybe, too much like the truth.

We had never been one of those fantasy-prone couples who presumed a happy ending or named their unborn children on their first date. Actually, our first date was at a restaurant remarkably similar to this one, and rather than talking about the future, or even ourselves, we had a fierce competition over who could eat more hot wings. We left the restaurant with lips so swollen that when he kissed me good night I could barely feel it. Four months later, he admitted rushing the date because the wings gave him diarrhea. It took me two more months to confess that I had let him win.

He didn't take that so well.

Whenever the future did come up, though, we always included convenient "ifs" in our language, deflating whatever followed into something less loaded.

"If we ever have kids, I hope they have your eyes and my toes," I would say, while tracing circles on Andrew's stomach with my fingertips.

"If we ever have kids, I hope they have your intestines. That way, we could enter them in competitive eating contests and retire to Mexico on their winnings," he would say, and gather my hair into a ponytail and then let it slip back through his hands, like the strands were only on loan.
Perhaps the lesson here is to pay attention. There is always a lesson, isn't there? There has to be, because without one, what would be the point? So maybe this time it is to be vigilant, to watch out. Because somehow, sometime yesterday, without my noticing, without my perceiving, our fault line shifted.

The plan was to walk up to Central Park with our friends Daniel and Kate, to jointly celebrate our limited free time by wantonly wasting it. The curtain of Manhattan humidity had been replaced with a whistling breeze, and after a choking August, we were relieved to be balancing between seasons. Since the rest of the city had better places to be over the holiday weekend, we took advantage of having the sidewalks to ourselves. Andrew and I weaved back and forth, elbowing each other in the ribs, sticking out our feet to trip the other, pinching sides in a game of gotcha-last. I was feeling pure pleasure, not dithering happiness. No buzz of anxiety or free fall in my stomach to warn of what was to come.

Daniel and Kate walked in front of us. Her engagement ring, whose presence loomed out of proportion to its size, would occasionally catch the sun and paint shadow shows on the sidewalk. Our closest friends--we could still say "our" yesterday, we were still a "we" then--and somehow, more than that, they were also symbols of how things can be for some people, how effortless commitment can look. Daniel and Kate were the adults leading this brigade, though at a languid pace, since it was clear that we should savor this last bit of summer before the trees shed their leaves to make room for the snow.

After I caught Andrew in a sneaky gotcha-last move--the never-fail distract-and-mislead maneuver--he ended the game by lacing his fingers in mine. We walked that way for a while, hand in hand, until I felt him start to toy with my empty ring finger, wrapping it with the whole of his palm in an infant grip. And though he kept quiet, it was as if he said the words out loud. He was going to ask me to marry him.

His thoughts, I could tell, were wholly methodical--the hows of proposing, not the ifs or the whys. Finding a free day to take the train out to Connecticut to get my father's permission or to Riverdale to ask my Grandpa Jack. Conjuring up the name of my favorite restaurant and his family jeweler. No meditation on whether he knows me well enough to zip together our futures, no concern that he can't decipher the infinite thoughts that run through my inaccessible brain at any given moment. But that's who Andrew is, ultimately; someone not overly bothered by the ifs and the whys.

Before I could wonder if my rising panic was merely the result of an illusion, he pulled me toward a jewelry-shop window, his arm cupped around my back. I imagined the rings winking at me, laughing at my discomfort.

"Do you like anything?" he asked.

"That bracelet is pretty," I said. "Oh, and those earrings are gorgeous. I like how dangly they are. I never wear dangly. And, look, they have a one hundred percent money-back guarantee. I like when you can get your money back."

"How about those rings?"

"Too sparkly. I prefer the dangly earrings."

"Come on, what kinds of cuts do you like? Princess, oval, marquise?" The man had clearly done his homework. This is not the first time he has thought about this, I realized.


"I don't know the difference. It's not my sort of thing," I said, which was true. I thought Marquise was an island in the Caribbean. And then, because I didn't know what else to do, I pointed far into the distance.

"Look!" I said, like a child who has just learned a new word. "A puppy."

The rest of the afternoon unraveled like a well-scripted sitcom, with the four of us playing a silly game of monkey-in-the-middle in the park, jokingly competitive, and tackling one another unnecessarily. I was perhaps the silliest of all, overcompensating for the dread I was feeling, somehow believing that goofiness would stave off the inevitable.

But there was no way out, really. I had made a promise not to work this weekend, even "accidentally" left my BlackBerry behind in the office, something I had never done before in my almost five years as a litigator at Altman, Pryor and Tisch, LLP. I was off my leash, which had seemed like a good idea before the weekend, when I thought I needed a break from the billable hour, not from my life. I hadn't known I would want to dive right back into the pile of papers on my desk, run away to a place that has no room for words like "our" and "we."

But work would have been mere procrastination. I had come to my decision in front of the jewelry store. I was going to break up with Andrew before he knelt down and asked an impossible question. I would shatter our naive and comfortable world like the kid who plays with a gun in an after-school special.

Self-awareness is a slippery thing, though, when you find yourself at odds with a "supposed to" in life. I understand that I am supposed to want to marry Andrew. That some women wait their whole lives to stand before a bended knee or fantasize about a sparkly stone that silently announces to the world, See, someone loves me. Someone picked me. That some women dream of that choreographed first dance with their new husband before the crowd erupts into a vigorous "YMCA."
Or, better yet, that almost all of us want someone to be our very own partner in crime, to drive us home from the airport, to cheer when we succeed, and to hold our hair when we vomit. And if I am honest with you, I do want that, in one form or another.

But getting married? To Andrew? 'Til death do us part? I can't do it. I would be nothing more than a fraud, a pretend grown-up, a con artist playing the role of bride. I don't even want to spend the rest of my life with me. How can Andrew? And how do you explain to someone you love that you can't give yourself to them, because if you did, you're not sure who you'd be giving? That you aren't even sure what your own words are worth? You can't tell someone that, especially someone you love. And so I don't.

Instead, I do the right thing. I lie.

"Well, I guess that's it, then," Andrew says to me now, his voice barely audible over the jukebox. His tone is hard and resigned, without even a hint of pleading. He handles this like a professional. Clinical acceptance.

"I'm sorry."

Andrew just nods, as if he is suddenly sleepy and his head is too heavy a burden to carry.
"I want you to know I care about you a lot," I say, like I am reading from a book on how to break up with someone. I even have the nerve to add "It's not you. It's me."

Andrew lets a strangled laugh escape. I have finally provoked him. He has moved from confusion to sadness and now, finally, to what I am most comfortable with, anger.

"You're fucking right. It is you, Em. Don't you worry. I know that this is all about you." He grabs his jacket and is about to leave. I want to stop him, to prolong this terrible moment before finality. But there is nothing left to say.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, as he throws some bills onto the table. "I really am." This takes the air out of the moment, and the tightness in his shoulders softens at the sound of my words.

"I know," he says, and his eyes bore into mine. Surprisingly, they are not filled with anger or sadness or love, but with something that looks a hell of a lot like pity. Andrew clears his throat, kisses me on the cheek, and walks calmly out of the restaurant.

Within seconds, he gets absorbed into the swell of Third Avenue. And it is me who is left sitting alone, watching the door and chewing on the bones of his leftover hot wings.

I walk the twenty blocks to my apartment, and it helps to clear my head. The air tingles in my nose, another hint that autumn will soon relieve summer. I take Madison Avenue and watch the crowds savoring the last few moments of the long weekend and the season, sitting with shiny cocktails on makeshift street-level patios. I envy them their last taste of freedom before the workweek. For a moment, I consider stopping for a cosmopolitan at a swanky bar; maybe I can pretend to be one of them, in camouflage, and postpone feeling anything for another hour or two.


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Julie Buxbaum’s debut novel The Opposite of Love introduces an unforgettable, altogether relatable heroine. Twenty-nine year-old Emily Haxby’s wise, wry, genuine voice will linger far past the last page, striking a chord with anyone who has ever loved and lost and loved again.

With perfect pitch for the humor and hurdles of life, The Opposite of Love is the story of Emily’s determination to find love—and to trust it—and to face the fear of figuring out who she is and how she feels about the world that surrounds her. As Emily decides to take control of her life, her heartbreaks and successes, her mistakes and her triumphs will come to rest in your heart.

The questions and discussion topics that follow are intended to enhance your reading of The Opposite of Love. We hope they will enrich your experience of this remarkable novel.

1. What was your perception of the letter at the beginning of the novel? Did this future glimpse of Emily in the years after the story takes place influence your reading experience, or how you related to the character, as her past unfolded? Did knowing the outcome affect your judgment of her actions?

2. What is Jess referring to when she tells Emily, “It’s like you get pleasure out of breaking your own heart?” (page 46) Is she referring only to the breakup with Andrew? What else in Emily’s past or present could this apply to?

3. “This is who I am: someone who simultaneously longs for and fears the commitment of remembering.” (page 3) How is memory a commitment? Do memories make you the person you are? Are they something you can regulate?

4. Why doesn’t Emily report Carl’s lewd inappropriateness in the Arkansas hotel room, or any of his other advances? What would you have done if put in Emily’s situation? Do you think the portrayal of Emily’s experience working in a law firm is realistic—that sexual harassment cases like this still exist? And, if so, do they often go unreported?

5. Did you expect Andrew to take Emily back? Do you think she deserves him? Is he too perfect, or does he have chinks in his armor?

6. For part of her story, Emily is a workaholic, commitment-phobic, tough lawyer who compartmentalizes her emotions. Is that a description that is often applied to young women today, or it more associated with male behavior? Is it more unusual to see a woman behave this way than a man?

7. How do the women in Emily’s life—Jess, Kate, Ruth, Dr. Lerner, Carisse, Miranda Washington, even Marge, the security guard—affect Emily over the course of the novel? What does each unique woman bring to her? In which ways do they ultimately help her, knowingly or unknowingly? Do you think they can be seen as maternal, in their own ways?

8. The death of Emily’s mother was an extremely profound event in Emily’s childhood and greatly influenced her personality as an adult. How did she process her grief at that time, and what were the lasting effects? Did you empathize with her father and the distance he created in their relationship, or do you find fault with his actions?

9. What was your impression of the men in this novel—from Mason to Carl, Andrew to Grandpa Jack—did they break or perpetuate stereotypes? If so, how?

10. Do you share Emily’s belief that the only unconditional love is from a parent to a child? Reflecting on her mother’s death, Emily surmised that she would have to spend the rest of her life earning someone else’s love. Do you think love is often idealized as unwavering and a given, yet the reality is it that it cannot be taken for granted and involves effort to cultivate?

11. How effective are the e-mail notes throughout the book? Have e-mails become our own form of letter writing? Do they hold the same value as a handwritten note? Do you think different generations of readers would give the same answer to this question? Compare Ruth’s e-mail writing style with Emily or Andrew’s.

12. Describe some of the small acts of kindness different characters bestow upon Emily. Are they usually given by family members, acquaintances, strangers?

13. What role does absence play in the novel? For instance, Emily is disappointed when Robert, her doorman, isn’t there when she comes home on Christmas Eve—she misses him, and his kindness, which she usually takes for granted. How could this concept be applied to her relationship with Grandpa Jack, her parents, or even to Andrew?

14. Is Emily mature or immature for her age? Does your opinion change as the novel progresses? How do you define maturity? Has your definition evolved as you yourself have gotten older?

15. Emily’s concept of “the opposite of love” shifts over the course of the book. What is your concept of love’s “opposite?” Could it be defined as hate, indifference, apathy, simply the absence of love, or something else entirely?

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  • Posted January 8, 2010


    No matter where you are in your life you can relate to something that happens in this story. I couldn't put the it down.

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  • Posted January 2, 2010

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    A great read--I loved it!!

    I loved this book. I recommend this book to every one!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2008

    LOVED IT, LOVED IT, LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This book should not be characterized as 'chick lit' it is so much more than that I must admit it was what I expected, however, especially as a first novel (please keep writing more), I was blown away it was heartfelt, inspiring, funny, and most of all, hard to put down. By the end of the book, I felt that Emily was someone I would love to know, as a sister, friend, sister-in-law, etc. WHAT A JOY AND DELIGHT THIS BOOK WAS.

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    Posted July 3, 2008

    All Time Favorite!!

    This book had me reading until it was done. I am a person that gets distracted easily and forget that I was reading a book, well with this book I wanted to read more all the time. I could not put it down and I hope that Julie writes more like it.

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  • Posted December 29, 2013

    This is my favorite book in all the world. The way Buxbaum crea

    This is my favorite book in all the world. The way Buxbaum creates complete characters, I felt like I knew all of them and loved them all. The characters are very human, with frailties and souls. I could read this book over and over and I have!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2013

    Highly recommend!

    Really love the wrting of Julie Buxbaum

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2012

    Lovely story

    I didnt expect such an amusing yet moving stoy. Id read it again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Good book!

    Julie Buxbaum has you laughing, crying, and rooting for Emily. Everyone can relate to her in one way or another.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2012


    Not Not-OPPOSITE-Clan's nursurey

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  • Posted July 29, 2011

    More than I expected, deep and heartfelt!

    The author conveys one's fears and how defensive mechanisms are put in place very well. The main character breaks up with her boyfriend before he can propose, fearing the hurt the future may bring. The story feels real; it is very touching, deep, and inspirational. She has to accept and deal with her grandpa's ill health who has been more like a parent to her, she's bothered by her fading memory of her mom, she's irritated that her father is not as involved, and she's not quite comfortable and happy with herself. There are so many levels to this book. It tackles grief, communication, fear, and the journey to find oneself and happiness. It was a pleasant surprise and worth the read.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

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    Love it. A must read.

    First of all I love this book. After reading this book I am now a fan of Julie Buxbaum. This was her first book, and I am glad to say she has another one, After You, coming out August 25, 2009. The Opposite of Love was a great read. It was so well written and funny. Great humor, I read it with a smile on my face most of the time. The novel is threaded beautifully with humorous moments and tear jerking scenes. You feel Emily struggles and are rooting for her all the way. Emily's life is so messed up, by her own doing, but you can totally relate to her. "Come on Emily get it together" you want scream at her. I guess it is catagorized as Chick-Lit., but it is written so much better than most of the Chick-Lit. I read. I can't imagine being disappointed by reading, The Opposite of Love. Highly recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2010

    Great Book!!!

    Great Book!!!

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  • Posted January 15, 2010

    Not My Favorite

    The Opposite of Love was an okay book. I have read way better, but I've also read way worse. One of my favorite things about the book was that it wasn't a totally outrageous love story. Don't get me wrong, I love a good romance novel where everything just goes creamy smooth, but this story wasn't smooth the whole way. Therefore, it was more easily related to regular people's lives.

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  • Posted December 5, 2009

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    Good romance novel

    This books conveys the typical relationship dilemmas that women live through. It's a well written romance novel, its the type of book that us as women have either lived it themselves or know of a girlfriend who has. I would recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2009

    Enjoyable Read

    I enjoyed reading this book because it's funny and easy to read.
    The main character Emily is interesting, and I actually felt some resemblance to her, which made me want to find out more about her.
    I recommend the book and meeting Emily.

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  • Posted October 7, 2009

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    A Funny and Meaningful Story!!

    This was the first story that I read from Julie Bauxbaum. It was an easy and funny read. Her sence of humor was excellent but yet there was meaning in her story. I could relate to this book because she was a professional that had a hard time committing to a relationship. It was a surprise read that I am recoemmending to people. i just bought her book After You and can not wait to read this book. I will read all of the books she comes out with because she has a great writing style.

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  • Posted August 18, 2009

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    Very good, easy read

    I thought this book was an easy read. It kept my interest in each of the 3 storylines that were going on throughout the book. The transition from each story was very easy to follow. It wasn't your typical plot. It seemed more realistic to what real people feel, think and go trough. The only negative I have for the book is some of the language. Some of the cursing wasn't necessary to get the point across. All in all I would recommend this book, it's a great summer read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2008

    good read in general

    ok, it was an easy and simple read. Thoroughly enjoyable, yet, ultimately, nothing extraordinaire. Problem is the usual lost soul with everyday struggle at work and at home and with relationships. A dime a dozen. Nothing unique. You read it, you'll enjoy it, and you 'll forget about it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2008

    Love this!

    I don't usually read modern, 'bestseller'-type fiction, but this book fell into my hands and I started reading it on a lunch break at work. I couldn't put it down thereafter. Not since I was a girl have I been so lost in a novel! It's been pure enjoyment! I didn't want it to end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2008

    LOVE this book!!!

    I thought The Opposite of Love was one of the best 'romantic comedy' novels I have ever read. Maybe THE best! It was so good because it felt like it had some intelligence and insight behind it that everyday romance novels do not. I found myself underlining many quotes because of Julie's inspirational words. I cannot wait until she comes out with another novel. I admire her education and obvious passion for writing.

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