Something Borrowedby Emily Giffin
The smash-hit debut novel for every woman who has ever had a complicated love-hate friendship.
Rachel White is the consummate good girl. A hard-working attorney at a large Manhattan law firm and a diligent maid of honor to her charmed best friend Darcy, Rachel has always played by all the rules. Since grade school, she has watched Darcy shine, quietly
The smash-hit debut novel for every woman who has ever had a complicated love-hate friendship.
Rachel White is the consummate good girl. A hard-working attorney at a large Manhattan law firm and a diligent maid of honor to her charmed best friend Darcy, Rachel has always played by all the rules. Since grade school, she has watched Darcy shine, quietly accepting the sidekick role in their lopsided friendship. But that suddenly changes the night of her thirtieth birthday when Rachel finally confesses her feelings to Darcy's fiance, and is both horrified and thrilled to discover that he feels the same way. As the wedding date draws near, events spiral out of control, and Rachel knows she must make a choice between her heart and conscience. In so doing, she discovers that the lines between right and wrong can be blurry, endings aren't always neat, and sometimes you have to risk everything to be true to yourself.
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I was in the fifth grade the first time I thought about turning thirty. My best friend Darcy and I came across a perpetual calendar in the back of the phone book, where you could look up any date in the future, and by using this little grid, determine what the day of the week would be. So we located our birthdays in the following year, mine in May and hers in September. I got Wednesday, a school night. She got a Friday. A small victory, but typical. Darcy was always the lucky one. Her skin tanned more quickly, her hair feathered more easily, and she didn't need braces. Her moonwalk was superior, as were her cart-wheels and her front handsprings (I couldn't do a handspring at all). She had a better sticker collection. More Michael Jackson pins. Forenza sweaters in turquoise, red, and peach (my mother allowed me none-said they were too trendy and expensive). And a pair of fifty-dollar Guess jeans with zippers at the ankles (ditto). Darcy had double-pierced ears and a sibling-even if it was just a brother, it was better than being an only child as I was.
But at least I was a few months older and she would never quite catch up. That's when I decided to check out my thirtieth birthday-in a year so far away that it sounded like science fiction. It fell on a Sunday, which meant that my dashing husband and I would secure a responsible baby-sitter for our two (possibly three) children on that Saturday evening, dine at a fancy French restaurant with cloth napkins, and stay out past midnight, so technically we would be celebrating on my actual birthday. I would have just won a big case-somehow proven that an innocent man didn't do it. And my husband would toast me: "To Rachel, my beautiful wife, the mother of my children and the finest lawyer in Indy." I shared my fantasy with Darcy as we discovered that her thirtieth birthday fell on a Monday. Bummer for her. I watched her purse her lips as she processed this information.
"You know, Rachel, who cares what day of the week we turn thirty?" she said, shrugging a smooth, olive shoulder. "We'll be old by then. Birthdays don't matter when you get that old."
I thought of my parents, who were in their thirties, and their lackluster approach to their own ochbirthdays. My dad had just given my mom a toaster for her birthday because ours broke the week before. The new one toasted four slices at a time instead of just two. It wasn't much of a gift. But my mom had seemed pleased enough with her new appliance; nowhere did I detect the disappointment that I felt when my Christmas stash didn't quite meet expectations. So Darcy was probably right. Fun stuff like birthdays wouldn't matter as much by the time we reached thirty.
The next time I really thought about being thirty was our senior year in high school, when Darcy and I started watching the show Thirtysomething together. It wasn't one of our favorites-we preferred cheerful sit-coms like Who's the Boss? and Growing Pains-but we watched it anyway. My big problem with Thirtysomething was the whiny characters and their depressing issues that they seemed to bring upon themselves. I remember thinking that they should grow up, suck it up. Stop pondering the mean-ing of life and start making grocery lists. That was back when I thought my teenage years were dragging and my twenties would surely last for-ever.
Then I reached my twenties. And the early twenties did seem to last forever. When I heard acquaintances a few years older lament the end of their youth, I felt smug, not yet in the danger zone myself. I had plenty of time. Until about age twenty-seven when the days of being carded were long gone and I began to marvel at the sudden acceleration of years (reminding myself of my mother's annual monologue as she pulled out our Christmas decorations) and the accompanying lines and stray gray hairs. At twenty-nine the real dread set in, and I realized that in a lot of ways I might as well be thirty. But not quite. Because I could still say that I was in my twenties. I still had something in common with college seniors.
I realize thirty is just a number, that you're only as old as you feel and all of that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it's not that young. It is past the most ripe, prime child-bearing years, for example. It is too old to, say, start training for an Olympic medal. Even in the best die-of-old-age scenario, you are still about one-third of the way to the finish line. So I can't help feeling uneasy as I perch on an overstuffed maroon couch in a dark lounge on the Upper West Side at my surprise birthday party, organized by Darcy, who is still my best friend.
Tomorrow is the Sunday that I first contemplated as a fifth-grader playing with our phone book. After tonight my twenties will be over, a chapter closed forever. The feeling I have reminds me of New Year's Eve, when the countdown is coming and I'm not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn't turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn't mean quite so much, if I weren't forced to analyze where I've been and where I'm going.
Like New Year's Eve, tonight is an ending and a beginning. I don't like endings and beginnings. I would always prefer to churn about in the middle. The worst thing about this particular end (of my youth) and beginning (of middle age) is that for the first time in my life, I realize that I don't know where I'm going. My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love. And on the eve of my thirtieth, I must face that I am 0 for 2.
First, I am an attorney at a large New York firm. By definition this means that I am miserable. Being a lawyer just isn't what it's cracked up to be-it's nothing like L.A. Law, the show that caused applications to law schools to skyrocket in the early nineties. I work excruciating hours for a mean-spirited, anal-retentive partner, doing mostly tedious tasks, and that sort of hatred for what you do for a living begins to chip away at you. So I have memorized the mantra of the law firm associate: I hate my job and will quit soon. Just as soon as I pay off my loans. Just as soon as I make next year's bonus. Just as soon as I think of something else to do that will pay the rent. Or find someone who will pay it for me.
Which brings me to my second point: I am alone in a city of millions. I have plenty of friends, as proven by the solid turnout tonight. Friends to Rollerblade with. Friends to summer with in the Hamptons. Friends to meet on a Thursday night after work for a drink or two or three. And I have Darcy, my best friend from home, who is all of the above. But everybody knows that friends are not enough, although I often claim they are just to save face around my married and engaged girlfriends. I did not plan on being alone in my thirties, even my early thirties. I wanted a husband by now; I wanted to be a bride in my twenties. But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true. So here I am on the brink of a new decade, realizing that being alone makes my thirties daunting, and being thirty makes me feel all the more alone.
The situation seems all the more dismal because my oldest and best friend has a glamorous PR job and is freshly engaged. Darcy is still the lucky one. I watch her now, telling a story to a group of us, including her fiancé. Dex and Darcy are an exquisite couple, lean and tall with match-ing dark hair and green eyes. They are among New York's beautiful people. The well-groomed couple registering for fine china and crystal on the sixth floor at Bloomingdale's. You hate their smugness but can't resist staring at them when you're on the same floor searching for a not-too- expensive gift for the umpteenth wedding you've been invited to without a date. You strain to glimpse her ring, and are instantly sorry you did. She catches you staring and gives you a disdainful once-over. You wish you hadn't worn your tennis shoes to Bloomingdale's. She is probably think-ing that the footwear may be part of your problem. You buy your Waterford vase and get the hell out of there.
"So the lesson here is: if you ask for a Brazilian bikini wax, make sure you specify. Tell them to leave a landing strip or else you can wind up hairless, like a ten-year-old!" Darcy finishes her bawdy tale, and every-body laughs. Except Dex, who shakes his head, as if to say, what a piece of work my fiancée is.
"Okay. I'll be right back," Darcy suddenly says. "Tequila shots for one and all!"
As she moves away from the group toward the bar, I think back to all of the birthdays we have celebrated together, all of the benchmarks we reached together, benchmarks that I always reached first. I got my dri-ver's license before she did, could drink legally before she could. Being older, if only by a few months, used to be a good thing. But now our fortunes have reversed. Darcy has an extra summer in her twenties-a perk of being born in the fall. Not that it matters as much for her: when you're engaged or married, turning thirty just isn't the same thing.
Darcy is now leaning over the bar, flirting with the twenty-something, aspiring actor/bartender whom she has already told me she would "totally do" if she were single. As if Darcy would ever be single. She said once in high school, I don't break up, I trade up." She kept her word on that, and she always did the dumping. Throughout our teenage years, college, and every day of our twenties, she has been attached to someone. Often she has more than one guy hanging around, hoping.
It occurs to me that I could hook up with the bartender. I am totally unencumbered-haven't even been on a date in nearly two months. But it doesn't seem like something one should do at age thirty. One-night stands are for girls in their twenties. Not that I would know. I have fol-lowed an orderly, Goody Two-shoes path with no deviations. I got straight As in high school, went to college, graduated magna cum laude, took the LSAT, went straight to law school and to a big law firm after that. No backpacking in Europe, no crazy stories, no unhealthy, lustful relationships. No secrets. No intrigue. And now it seems too late for any of that. Because that stuff would just further delay my goal of finding a husband, settling down, having children and a happy home with grass and a garage and a toaster that toasts four slices at once.
So I feel unsettled about my future and somewhat regretful about my past. I tell myself that there will be time to ponder tomorrow. Right now I will have fun. It is the sort of thing that a disciplined person can simply decide. And I am exceedingly disciplined-the kind of child who did her homework on Friday afternoons right after school, the kind of woman (as of tomorrow, I am no longer any part girl) who flosses every night and makes her bed every morning.
Darcy returns with the shots but Dex refuses his, so Darcy insists that I do two. Before I know it, the night starts to take on that blurry quality, when you cross over from being buzzed to drunk, losing track of time and the precise order of things. Apparently Darcy has reached that point even sooner because she is now dancing on the bar. Spinning and gyrat-ing in a little red halter dress and three-inch heels.
"Stealing the show at your party," Hillary, my closest friend from work, says to me under her breath. "She's shameless."
I laugh. "Yeah. Par for the course."
Darcy lets out a yelp, claps her hands over her head, and beckons me with a come-hither expression that would appeal to any man who has ever fancied girl-on-girl action. "Rachel! Rachel! C'mere!"
Of course she knows that I will not join her. I have never danced on a bar. I wouldn't know what to do up there besides fall. I shake my head and smile, a polite refusal. We all wait for her next move, which is to swivel her hips in perfect time to the music, bend over slowly, and then whip her body upright again, her long hair spilling every which way. The limber maneuver reminds me of her perfect imitation of Tawny Kitaen in the Whitesnake video "Here I Go Again," how she used to roll around doing splits on the hood of her father's BMW, to the delight of the pubescent neighborhood boys. I glance at Dex, who in these moments can never quite decide whether to be amused or annoyed. To say that the man has patience is an understatement. Dex and I have this in common.
"Happy birthday, Rachel!" Darcy yells. "Let's all raise a glass to Rachel!"
Which everyone does. Without taking their eyes off her.
A minute later, Dex whisks her down from the bar, slings her over his shoulder, and deposits her on the floor next to me in one fluid motion. Clearly he has done this before. "All right," he announces. "I'm taking our little party-planner home."
Darcy plucks her drink off the bar and stamps her foot. "You're not the boss of me, Dex! Is he, Rachel?" As she asserts her independence, she stumbles and sloshes her martini all over Dex's shoe.
Dex grimaces. "You're wasted, Darce. This isn't fun for anyone but you."
"Okay. Okay. I'll go ... I'm feeling kind of sick anyway," she says, looking queasy.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine. Don't you worry," she says, now playing the role of brave little sick girl.
I thank her for my party, tell her that it was a total surprise-which is a lie because I knew Darcy would capitalize on my thirtieth to buy a new outfit, throw a big bash, and invite as many of her friends as my own. Still, it was nice of her to have the party, and I am glad that she did. She is the kind of friend who always makes things feel special. She hugs me hard and says she'd do anything for me, and what would she do without me, her maid of honor, the sister she never had. She is gushing, as she always does when she drinks too much.
Dex cuts her off. "Happy birthday, Rachel. We'll talk to you tomor-row." He gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, Dex," I say. "Good night."
I watch him usher her outside, holding her elbow after she nearly trips on the curb. Oh, to have such a caretaker. To be able to drink with reckless abandon and know that there will be someone to get you home safely.
Some time later Dex reappears in the bar. "Darcy lost her purse. She thinks she left it here. It's small, silver," he says. "Have you seen it?"
"She lost her new Chanel bag?" I shake my head and laugh because it is just like Darcy to lose
up0things. Usually I keep track of them for her, but I went off duty on my birthday. Still, I help Dex search for the purse, finally spotting it under a bar stool.
As he turns to leave, Dex's friend Marcus, one of his groomsmen, con-vinces him to stay. "C'mon, man. Hang out for a minute."
So Dex calls Darcy at home and she slurs her consent, tells him to have fun without her. Although she is probably thinking that such a thing is not possible.
Gradually my friends peel away, saying their final happy birthdays. Dex and I outlast everyone, even Marcus. We sit at the bar making conversation with the bartender/actor who has an "Amy" tattoo and zero interest in an aging lawyer. It is after two when we decide that it's time to go. The night feels more like midsummer than spring, and the warm air infuses me with sudden hope: this will be the summer I meet MY guy.
Dex hails me a cab, but as it pulls over he says, "How about one more bar? One more drink?"
"Fine," I say. "Why not?"
We both get in and he tells the cabbie to just drive, that he has to think about where next. We end up in Alphabet City at a bar on Seventh and Avenue B, aptly named 7B.
It is not an upbeat scene - 7B is dingy and smoke-filled. I like it any-way-it's not sleek and it's not a dive striving to be cool because it's not sleek.
Dex points to a booth. "Have a seat. I'll be right with you." Then he turns around. "What can I get you?"
I tell him whatever he's having, and sit and wait for him in the booth. I watch him say something to a girl at the bar wearing army-green cargo pants and a tank top that says "Fallen Angel." She smiles and shakes her head. "Omaha" is playing in the background. It is one of those songs that seems melancholy and cheerful at the same time.
A moment later Dex slides in across from me, pushing a beer my way. "Newcastle," he says. Then he smiles, crinkly lines appearing around his eyes. "You like?"
I nod and smile.
From the corner of my eye, I see Fallen Angel turn on her bar stool and survey Dex, absorbing his chiseled features, wavy hair, full lips. Darcy complained once that Dex garners more stares and double takes than she does. Yet, unlike his female counterpart, Dex seems not to notice the attention. Fallen Angel now casts her eyes my way, likely wondering what Dex is doing with someone so average. I hope that she thinks we're a couple. Tonight nobody has to know that I am only a member of the wedding party.
Dex and I talk about our jobs and our Hamptons share that begins in another week and a lot of things. But Darcy does not come up and nei-ther does their September wedding.
After we finish our beers we move over to the jukebox, fill it with dollar bills, searching for good songs. I push the code for "Thunder Road" twice because it is my favorite song. I tell him this.
"Yeah. Springsteen's at the top of my list, too. Ever seen him in con-cert?"
"Yeah," I say. "Twice. Born in the U.S.A. and Tunnel of Love."
I almost tell him that I went with Darcy in high school, dragged her along even though she much preferred groups like Poison and Bon Jovi. But I don't bring this up. Because then he will remember to go home to her and I don't want to be alone in my dwindling moments of twentysomethingness. Obviously I'd rather be with a boyfriend, but Dex is bet-ter than nothing.
It is last call at 7B. We get a couple more beers and return to our booth. Some time later we are in a cab again, going north on First Avenue. "Two stops," Dex tells our cabbie, because we live on opposite sides of Central Park. Dex is holding Darcy's Chanel purse, which looks small and out of place in his large hands. I glance at the silver dial of his Rolex, a gift from Darcy. It is just shy of four o'clock.
We sit silently for a stretch of ten or fifteen blocks, both of us looking out of our respective side windows, until the cab hits a pothole and I find myself lurched into the middle of the backseat, my leg grazing his. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Dex is kissing me. Or maybe I kiss him. Somehow we are kissing. My mind goes blank as I listen to the soft sound of our lips meeting again and again. At some point, Dex taps on the Plexiglas partition and tells the driver, between kisses, that it will just be one stop after all.
We arrive on the corner of Seventy-third and Third, near my apart-ment. Dex hands the driver a twenty and does not wait for change. We spill out of the taxi, kissing more on the sidewalk and then in front of Jos6, my doorman. We kiss the whole way up in the elevator. I am pressed against the elevator wall, my hands on the back of his head. I am sur-prised by how soft his hair is.
I fumble with my key, turning it the wrong way in the lock as Dex keeps his arms around my waist, his lips on my neck and the side of my face. Finally the door is open, and we are kissing in the middle of my stu-dio, standing upright, leaning on nothing but each other. We stumble over to my made bed, complete with tight hospital corners.
"Are you drunk?" His voice is a whisper in the dark.
"No," I say. Because you always say no when you're drunk. And even though I am, I have a lucid instant where I consider clearly what was missing in my twenties and what I wish to find in my thirties. It strikes me that, in a sense, I can have both on this momentous birthday night. Dex can be my secret, my last chance for a dark twenty-something chap-ter, and he can also be a prelude of sorts-a promise of someone like him to come. Darcy is in my mind, but she is being pushed to the back, overwhelmed by a force stronger than our friendship and my own con-science. Dex moves over me. My eyes are closed, then open, then closed again.
And then, somehow, I am having sex with my best friend's fiancé.
Copyright © 2004 by Emily Giffin
Meet the Author
Emily Giffin is the author of five New York Times bestselling novels, including Something Borrowed, which has been adapted as a major motion picture. A graduate of Wake Forest University and the University of Virginia School of Law, she lives in Atlanta with her family. To learn more, visit www.emilygiffin.com.
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I loved reading this wonderful book! It is a story that keeps you entertained for hours.
I loved this book! It was my first read by this author, and I found it to be a enjoyable read. The humor was on point and the characters were so relateable. I was that girl reading on the train, smiling like a goofball, who people stared at like I was certifiably nuts. Trust me, you'll LOL or at least crack a smile to this one. I must admit I felt really guilty secretly cheering for "the other woman," but hey...each page was a guilty pleasure. I've since read Something Blue, which I liked as well. Haven't gotten to Baby Proof though. I'm still waiting to find a good lighthearted "chick lit" book that compares to this one. Suggestions?
I loved this book -- it was an addictive indulgence and read really easily. The characters came alive for me right away and the plot kept me turning the pages quickly, anxious to find out what would happen next. Maybe it rang too true for experience I've had in my own life... or maybe that's what made it. It's a great read, very light, very entertaining. Good dialog, good insight into a woman's mind... just loved it!
This was the first book that I read from Emily Giffin and I really enjoyed it. I bought the book on the suggestion from the bookstore. I thought the characters were good and I like that Emily got straight to the point in the beginning of the book instead on using the first 5 chapters to build up to it. I was sucked into the book and actually finished it in 2 1/2 days. This is a great read on a rainy day or a cold winter night.
This was such a great read. Purchased on a whim as a bargain book, I finished it in just a few days, as it was terribly hard to put down. I have been raving about it for awhile now, and have since convinced all the girls I work with to now read it! The day after I finished this book, I went to Barnes & Noble and bought its sequel, Something Blue. I was SO happy that there was a sequel, as I wasn't ready to be done with the characters yet!! Please read this book, you will NOT be disappointed!!
I love this book and the characters in it. Also loved the sequel "Something blue". It tells Darcy's story.
This book was so fun to read. There was suspense and romance through out the book. The lies and back stabling of Darcy and Rachel is unbelievable. It makes you wonder who really deserved it the most. The books takes you from their childhood to present time experience with one another. I really liked this book and especially the ending. It does end with a twist so make sure you have 'Something Blue' ready to read.
I cannot say that I enjoyed this book. I just didn't enjoy the characters and their views on life and how to live. Most of them were self centered spoiled people who in spite of the fact that they were pushing 30, hadn't yet grown up.
This isn't typically the type of book that I read, but this was given to me as a recommendation from a good friend. As soon as I finished the first one, i went out and got the rest of her books.
this book is simply amazing. emily giffin connects with the readers and you start to feel like you are in the book as one of the characters. it is intense funny thrilling and loving story. it is a very easy read. i finished it in about 3 days. this was the best book that i have ever read. it was so good that i drove to barnes and noble the same night that i finished it and went to get something blue.
This book is an absolute read. If you read this, you must read Something Blue which is the follow up book to this one. These two books are the best books I have ever read. You are definitely missing out if you don't read them. I could not put them down and can't tell you enough how great they are.
This book is a wonderful fast read. I laughed and cried. It is very believeable and you honestly feel like you are in the book. You feel the emotions that the characters are feeling!
This was one of the best books I have read in awhile. I couldnt put it down. Would highly recommend this book!!!!! Cant wait to read her other books.
This is easily my favorite book in this genre! I first read the book when I saw John Krasinski on the movie book cover ( I LOVE him). I was not disappointed! I've read it many times since and still can't put it down once I've started. To celebrate my college graduation years ago, my friends and I went to see the movie the night it came out instead of throwing a big party! We couldn't wait another night. I would recommend any and ALL of Emily's books. They are spectacular. Every time I decide to re-read one of her books, I end up reading every single one all over again. I would also recommend following her on her social media accounts. She is so in touch with her readers and you feel like you've been friends for ages. I can't wait for what else she has coming!
I've had this book on my shelf for at least a year now and must've tried to read it about 5 times but could never get past the first 6 pages. I finally did and, ugh. Well it wasn't a boring read. I didn't appreciate all of the drama the author had in the book. Thank goodness they are all fictional characters because the one, "Darcy" deserved a real kick in the pants and some. That character made me roll my eyes so many times with all of her whining, moaning, and tantrums! Ugh! And how dumb, having a friend for that long just so you can compete with her? And the weak best friend, Rachel?? Man! You'd think she'd have permanent foot prints on her body with how much everyone walks all over her. I saw and didn't like how the author tried to make Rachel and Dex's affair acceptable just because Darcy was such a pain in the neck. I think the drama was TOO much that it was unrealistic and just ridiculous to read.
I stumbled upon this book and fell in love. Soon thereafter I watched the movie and loved the plot even more. Darcy and Rachel remind me so much of my best friend and me although we would never let this happen. Something Blue is just as good if not better, although the movie of Something Borrowed doesnt really match up with the characters and how they're described it still is so fantastic. My favorite characters have to be Rachel and Ethan and maybe even Dex. Its definitely not a childrens novel so id recommend it for ages 16 and up. It has to be my favorite book and movie along with the sequel Something Blue which is in production of the movie now (they better use the same characters- it just wouldnt be the same) and id tell anyone who loves a cute, little, romantic, best friends, mature novel about friendship and love. ~Crl <3
I bought this book based on its good reviews and now I wish I hadn't wasted my moms money. The story plot was something you would find on day time TV. Main character isn't happy with her life gets drunk and sleeps with her best friends fiancee. Throughout the book the friends fight and grow more distant and in the end they aren't friends anymore, and the other two are dating. I really don't see how anyone could enjoy reading such trash. There are enough real people in the world that stab their best friend in the back, its not something I want to read about. If you want a good love story read Twilight, if you want one of the best books ever read Down River by John Hart! I am however looking forward to the movie because it actually looks a lot better...
This is a talented author and the story is well written. However, I really disliked the 'heroine'. Just because she considers herself a plain jane and felt like everything came too easily in life for her vapid best friend DID NOT make it okay to go behind that best friend's back and start an affair with her fiancee. Yes, Darcy was flawed but she was who she was. Rachel was a snake in the grass and I wanted nothing but bad things for her. The sequel (Something Blue) is fantastic. You get to get outside of that outrageously narcissistic Rachel's head and instead watch Darcy grow from an immature child to a woman.
I have read "Something Blue" which is part two of this story, first about two years ago...and even though I loved it, I was pretty sure I had a pretty good grip on "Something Borrowed" and it's story line, but I'm super happy that I decided to go back and read the first novel, it gave me new insight into the whole story, and made it even more intense and entertaining in my eyes. Most readers I'm sure take Rachel's side, after all she's the humble, sweet friend who realizes that her best friend's love isn't as real as her own, and trouble is that they are both after the same guy. Darcy has always been Rachel's best friend, even though she was considered prettier, had a batter tan, hair or what not, all those superficial things that in the end make you sick and miserable because they take space away from real substance which is followed by heartache no matter how beautiful the girl. Few months before the wedding, Rachel and Dex ( the groom to be) end up hanging out at Rachel's birthday party, taking things further than either has expected that end with then sleeping together. First shock follows then new possibilities of what if...what if they were together, what if what they feel is real, more real than Darcy and her perfect life which suddenly doesn't seem satisfying enough to Dex. His feeling for Rachel have been humming under the surface for years, their friendship at law school was strong but Rachel never felt pretty or special enough to even consider a guy of Dexter's caliber to be a match for her. Pretty soon a decision has to be made, Rachel or Darcy, as time ticks away and tension builds Dex is unable to handle the situation until things get really messy, but at least fun for the reader. I was siding with Rachel, because I felt like their emotions were pure, they didn't do something bad to hurt Darcy, and she really didn't seem to be as in love with Dex as a bride to be would. Which is something totally opposite to what I felt when I read "Something Blue" where I couldn't stand Rachael and I felt sorry for Darcy the whole time. In this book I felt bad for Darcy, her shallowness and all the things she did in the past to make herself feel better in comparison to Rachel ended up hurting her in the end, but people have to go though ordeals in order to come out on top, and hopefully as a triumphant and better person. I thought that Dex perhaps was the bad guy at times, I mean come on, make up your mind, you cant have both girls and waiting till the last minute is not something a responsible grown up would do, a fool in love perhaps but still, that part annoyed the heck out of me! I highly enjoyed the book, and can't wait to re-read "Something Blue" again, in fact reading this book make me want to read all of Giffin's works, she's not only smart but also really perceptive and gives a lot of her own thoughts and soul into these little gems. The books have a lot of truth to them about people and relationships and they are really well told, the story flows off the pages and never loses momentum. - Kasia S.
This was such a good book that I had to finish it the day I started reading it. I think it hits a sensitive topic but it was just so real and really touched on people's true feelings that I just can't say anything bad about this book. I can absolutely relate to Rachel's personality and it's refreshing to read something that is so tangible. I loved the dynamics and all the twists and turns Emily Giffin provided. I would definitely recommend this book to others. Next on my list is Something Blue!
I loved the characters, the storyline, the book sucked me in and I couldn't wait to finish and read the 2nd book, Something Blue. I was really annoyed with the character, Darcy, but then after reading the 2nd book, you felt a little compassion for her and why she behaved the way that she did. Read the books, they're good!
This book won't make you smarter, but it will keep you wonderfully entertained. Great for a total escape. The type of book you can read in just a few days and really get lost in.
Emily Giffin is now on my list of favorite authors. This book is fantastic!
Something borrowed is soooo amazing I ejoyed every second of the book it never gets boring or just ok at any time. The characters are relable and I was really able to feel what rachael was feeling.. I couldn't put the book down. This is the first I have read of Emily Giffin but it will not be the last. I look forward to her next release.. perhaps a follow up on Rachael and Dex and of course darcy.
This book was so great! It was very well written and such a quick, easy read. The whole time reading it, I didn't want to put it down! I read it in two sittings. It was such a great story and it truly touched me. There were parts in the book that I could actually relate to and I loved that. It was one of the best books I've ever read! Make sure you read it and I hope Emily Giffin comes out with many more novels, I will read them all!