The One & Only

The One & Only

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by Emily Giffin

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New York Times bestselling author Emily Giffin returns with The One and Only, an extraordinary new novel about loyalty, love, loss, and the ties that bind.
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“Emily Giffin ranks as a grand master. Over the course of five best-selling novels, she has traversed the slippery slopes of…  See more details below


New York Times bestselling author Emily Giffin returns with The One and Only, an extraordinary new novel about loyalty, love, loss, and the ties that bind.
Praise for Emily Giffin
“Emily Giffin ranks as a grand master. Over the course of five best-selling novels, she has traversed the slippery slopes of true love, lost love, marriage, motherhood, betrayal, forgiveness and redemption that have led her to be called ‘a modern-day Jane Austen.’”Chicago Sun-Times
“A dependably down-to-earth, girlfriendly storyteller.”The New York Times
“Giffin’s talent lies in taking relatable situations and injecting enough wit and suspense to make them feel fresh.”People
“Giffin’s writing is true, smart, and heartfelt.”Entertainment Weekly
“Giffin . . . excels at creating complex characters and quick-to-read stories that ask us to explore what we really want from our lives.”The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“When it comes to writing stories that resonate with real women, best-selling author Emily Giffin has hit her stride.”San Francisco Chronicle

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Other people can't wait to get out of Walker, Texas, but for 33-year-old Shea Rigsby, this small college town isn't just home; it's where she wants to be. When she graduated from high school, she stayed on to pursue her studies there, and after earning that diploma, she took a job in the university's athletic department. Like most other residents of the little hamlet, she shared the Lone Star State obsession with football and was pleased to become the best friend of the college's legendary gridiron coach. In fact, everything seemed to be going smoothly for Rigsby until her life hits a crater-sized bump when a local tragedy makes her second-guess even her core beliefs. A novel about coming of age despite adversity; now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.

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I should have been thinking about God. Or the meaning of life. Or simply grieving the fact that my best friend was now motherless and my own mother without her best friend. Instead, I found myself gazing into the sleek mahogany coffin lined with generous folds of ivory silk, silently critiquing Mrs. Carr’s lipstick, a magenta with blue undertones that subtly clashed with her coral dress, the same one she had worn to Lucy’s wedding nearly five years ago.

More problematic than the shade of lipstick, though, was the application. Someone, clearly low on the beauty-­industry totem pole, had colored just outside the lines as if to create fuller lips. It was an optical illusion that never fooled anyone and seemed wholly unnecessary given the circumstances. After all, there would be no photos taken today. No professional albums filled with various combinations of family and friends, posing with Mrs. Carr, horizontal but front and center. In fact, the entire custom of fancying up a corpse for an open-­casket funeral seemed suddenly ridiculous. Cremation was definitely the way to go. It was the way I wanted to go, rather than risk the possibility of going out on a bad-­hair day. Without a husband or sibling, I made a mental note to convey my final wishes to Lucy after some time had passed. She was really the only person it made sense to tell. Besides, Lucy got shit done. She was like a decisive committee with no dissenting members. At least none who dared speak up.

“Do you need anything?” I whispered to her now, breaking into the endless line of friends, family, and virtual strangers offering condolences. I had never seen so many people at a funeral, and, combined with everyone who had come to the wake the night before, it seemed that most of our small town had made an appearance.

“A Kleenex,” she whispered. In contrast to the past three days, she was dry-­eyed, but looked to be on the verge of a fresh breakdown, her blue eyes glassy and round. I handed her a tissue from my purse, once again conjuring her wedding, when I had vigilantly shadowed her with mints and a compact of powder.

“Anything else? Water?” I asked, thinking that it felt good to be needed for once, and it was a shame that it took a major rite of passage to turn the tables on our usual dynamic.

Lucy shook her head as I returned to the second pew, where she had instructed me to sit, along with my parents. She had all the details covered—­from the seating to the hymn selection to the white orchids on the altar—­which was why it was so surprising that she hadn’t noticed her mother’s lipstick last night at the wake, when there was still an opportunity to fix it. At least I hoped she hadn’t noticed it, because as a corollary to her efficiency, Lucy was cursed with the crippling capacity to dwell on even the most trivial matters for weeks, sometimes years. Like the grudge she was sure to hold against Angel, her mother’s hairdresser, who dared to be away this week, on a Caribbean cruise no less. If not to return to do her mother’s hair, Lucy had ranted, then at least to pay her respects to her best client. Secretly, I thought Angel should have been afforded some slack; surely her vacation had been planned for months, and logistically it must be pretty tough to get off a ship on such short notice. But it wasn’t Lucy’s style to cut anyone slack, especially when it came to a slight to her family, whether perceived or real. As her oldest and closest friend, I was also a beneficiary of her extreme loyalty and had long since memorized her bright-­line rules. There was no gray area and no second chances, even when I could muster up my own forgiveness or indifference. That didn’t matter to Lucy, who stood by her creed: You’re dead to me.

There it was again. Dead. I shivered at the finality of it all, cursing the cancer that took Mrs. Carr’s life in ten months flat, not a single symptom until it was too late. Recognizing that praying wasn’t at all like riding a bicycle, I bowed my head and formed silent, clumsy words, doing my best not to question God’s existence while I asked Him for favors. Please help Lucy find a way to be happy without her mother. It felt like an impossible request, and the fact that she had her own daughter, just-­turned-­four-­year-­old Caroline, who was too young to attend the funeral or one day remember her Gigi, seemed to heighten all the emotions of loss. A new generation was a constant reminder of everything Mrs. Carr was going to miss. Birthdays, benchmarks, all of life’s momentous firsts stretched ahead without her.

I turned my gaze and prayers to Lawton, Lucy’s brother, a carefree bachelor but still a mama’s boy to the core. He was standing beside his sister, mopping his face with a handkerchief, likely one Mrs. Carr had pressed for him in anticipation of this day. She had made a flurry of arrangements and plans over the past few months, including a morphine-­induced request for Lawton and me to marry. Kill two birds with one stone, she had said, not exactly a flattering or hopeful description. That wasn’t going to happen—­Lawton wasn’t my type and I was even less his—­but I had smiled and told her I’d work on it, while Lucy made a joke about every couple needing at least one grown-­up. I looked up at the sun streaming through the stained glass behind the altar, wondering if Mrs. Carr was somewhere up there watching us. And if so, could she read my mind? Just in case, I said a final goodbye to her, my throat tight and dry. Then I closed my eyes and mouthed Amen, aware of the glaring omission in my prayer: Coach Carr.

When I looked up again, he was directly in my line of vision, walking from the opposite end of the casket toward the pew in front of me, his hands clasped behind his back, the way he paced the sidelines of a game. I heard him exhale as he took his seat, close enough for me to touch his shoulder if I only extended my hand and leaned forward a few inches. But I couldn’t so much as look at him, hadn’t been able to in weeks, even when I dropped by the house with store-­bought casseroles and six-­packs of Shiner Bock. I knew he was devastated, and the mere notion that I might glimpse him in a vulnerable moment was unbearable, like looking at those award-­winning photos of soldiers or firemen, holding babies, weeping after a catastrophe. I firmly believed that it was always harder to be the one left behind, especially if you thought you were on your way to happily ever after.

Coach and Connie Carr’s story fittingly began at Walker University, the school with the same name as our small town in North Texas, where he was the star quarterback and she the prettiest cheerleader. Except for the one season he played for the Colts, just after Lucy and I were born, the Carrs never left Walker, as he worked his way up the coaching ladder from quarterbacks’ coach to offensive coordinator to the youngest—­and now the winningest—­head coach in Bronco history.

Coach Carr was something of a deity in our town, throughout the state of Texas, and in the world of college football, which happened to be the only world I truly cared about, and Connie had been royalty in her own right. She was more than the elegant coach’s wife, though. She worked tirelessly behind the scenes, as the ultimate fund-­raiser, administrator, social chair, therapist, surrogate mother. She sat with injured players in the hospital, wined and dined boosters, cajoled crotchety faculty, and soothed feelings on all sides. She made it look so easy, with her surplus of charm and kindness, but I knew how demanding and lonely her job could be. When Coach wasn’t physically gone—­on road games or out recruiting—­he was often mentally absent, obsessed with his team. Still, Mrs. Carr had never wavered in her support of her husband, and I honestly didn’t know what he would do without her.

I took a deep breath, catching a whiff of Coach Carr’s familiar Pinaud Clubman aftershave, a few airborne molecules triggering rapid-­fire memories. Lucy and me sitting on his office floor, playing board games while he drew up depth charts and play diagrams. The three of us riding in the front seat of his truck, my hand out the window, as we listened to country music and sports radio. Sneaking into the locker room with Lucy, not to glimpse the shirtless boys (although we did that, too) but to hear Coach’s passionate postgame speeches, thrillingly peppered with cusswords. Much like the one he gave me in his living room when I was seventeen, right after the cops decided not to arrest me for drinking and driving—­and instead dropped me off at the Carrs’. Coach, you got this one? I could still remember the look he gave me—­worse than spending the night in jail.

I allowed myself a fleeting glimpse of his profile now, afraid of what I would find, but comforted that he appeared as strong and rugged as ever. Not at all like a widower. He was a fit fifty-­five, but looked a decade younger thanks to a full head of hair, olive skin, and a strong bone structure. It wasn’t fair, I had thought for years, whenever I saw Lucy’s parents together. Mrs. Carr was beautiful, fighting age almost as viciously as she fought death, but her husband just kept getting better-­looking, the way it was for a lot of men. And now. Now it really wasn’t fair. It was a proper funeral musing—­the inequities of life and death—­and I felt relieved to be maintaining an appropriate train of thought, if not actual prayer.

But in the next second, the pendulum swung in the opposite direction, as I thought of football. Lucy said it was all I ever thought about, which was pretty close to true, at least before Mrs. Carr got sick. Even afterward, I found myself escaping to the game I loved, and I knew Coach did the same. It upset Lucy because she didn’t understand it. She would ask me, through tears, how he could care so much about signing a recruit or winning a game. Didn’t he see how little it mattered? I tried to explain that his job was a distraction, the one thing he could still control. Football was our touchstone. A constant. Something to hold on to as a bright light burned out in Walker, Texas, our little version of Camelot.

A few seconds later, Lucy and Lawton sat down, flanking their father, and the sight of three of them, instead of four, was more than I could take. My throat tightened as the organ began to play. Loud, mournful notes filled the church. I could hear my mother softly weeping between chords, and could see Lawton and Lucy wiping their eyes. I glanced around so I wouldn’t cry, anything to distract me in that final lull before the service began.

I spotted my boyfriend, Miller, who had played for Coach years ago, during my faded era, standing with a few former teammates in the far aisle. They all looked lost in their ill-­fitting suits and shined-­up shoes, unaccustomed to Walker gatherings that weren’t celebratory in nature—­pep rallies, parades, and booster dinners. Miller gave me a two-­finger wave with a half smile as he fanned himself with his program. I looked away, pretending not to see him. Partly because I knew Lucy didn’t approve of him. Partly because I still felt a knot of guilt for having been in bed with him when she called with the final news, my ringer accidentally turned off. But mostly because it just wasn’t the time to be waving at your boyfriend, especially one you weren’t sure you really loved.

“No riffraff at the house,” Lucy declared immediately after the burial as she marched down the grassy embankment toward Neil’s freshly washed Tahoe. I’d known it was only a matter of time before her sadness turned to anger—­and was actually surprised that she had held out this long. Coach had once joked that Lucy had only two gears—­happy and angry.

“Define riffraff,” I asked—­because I really wasn’t sure what she meant other than that she cast a wider net than I did when it came to such categories.

“Boosters. Fans. All players, past or present. Except Ryan. Mom loved Ryan,” she finished decisively, tightening the belt of her long black trench coat.

Mrs. Carr did love Ryan James, who happened to be Walker’s only Heisman Trophy winner, but she had also adored every sorry benchwarmer and earnest walk-­on ever to come through the program. I exchanged an anxious glance with Neil, who calmly said his wife’s name.

“Don’t ‘Luce’ me,” she snapped under her breath. “I mean it. I’ve had enough. Family and close friends only.”

“How do you plan on enforcing that?” Neil asked, glancing around at the droves of acquaintances making their way to the circular drive surrounding the Carr family plot. He pushed his retro oversize glasses—­the kind you could only pull off when you were as boyishly cute as Neil—­up on his nose and said, “Half the town’s on the way over there now.”

“I don’t care. They weren’t even supposed to be at the cemetery. What part of private don’t they get? And they aren’t coming to the house. They aren’t. Tell them, Lawton.”

“Tell who what?” Lawton asked, appearing completely disoriented, useless as ever.

“Tell Shea and Neil that it’s time for family and close friends only,” she replied, for our benefit more than his. She reached up to make sure that no loose strands of hair had escaped her tight, low bun. They hadn’t, of course.

“But they think they are family, Lucy,” I said and could hear Mrs. Carr saying it now, referring to virtual strangers as part of “the Walker family.”

“Well, it’s offensive,” Lucy said, stumbling a bit as her heels sank into the fresh sod. Neil slipped one arm around her, catching her, and I contemplated how much worse this would be if she were in my shoes, alone. “I’m sick of these people acting like this is a tailgate at a damn bowl game. And if I see one more teal tie . . . Who wears teal to a funeral?” Her voice cracked just as Miller, in his teal and gold striped tie, loped toward us with an expression that neared jovial. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, but the gesture was far too nuanced for him.

“Yo. Shea. Wait up,” he called out as I noticed that he not only had donned his school colors but also had a “Class of 2001” Broncos pin centered on his lapel. How he’d managed to keep track of that thing for over a decade was beyond me, especially given that he’d lost his wallet twice since we’d been dating.

Lucy pivoted, squaring her slight frame to all six feet, four inches of Miller. “I’m sorry, Miller,” she said, her chin quivering. “Did you want to sing the fight song for us? Or just relive the glory days when you were . . . relevant?”

“Whoa, whoa, girl. What’d I ever do to you?” Miller said, his emotional instincts on par with his sartorial sense. “Why you gotta call me unrelevant?”

“Irrelevant, Miller. Not to be confused with irregardless, which, by the way, also is not a word. And I’m calling you irrelevant because you are.” Lucy’s long, delicate fingers made artistic flourishes in the air.

“Fine, then,” Miller said, his cheeks even ruddier than usual, his curly sideburns damp with sweat despite the brisk February day. I had told him twice to get a haircut, but he hadn’t listened.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. Very sorry. For your family. For your loss. I really liked your mom. She was an awesome lady.”

The speech was heartfelt, I could tell, but Lucy refused to cave. I braced myself as she crossed her arms and said, “Oh, puh-­lease, Miller. The only loss you ever cared about was the one to Nebraska when you fumbled on the four-­yard line because you were so coked up.”

“I wasn’t coked up,” Miller said. “I just . . . dropped the damn ball. Jesus.”

I bit my lower lip, shocked that Lucy recollected the play, even the yardage. But she got the rest wrong. It was T. C. Jones who failed the drug test after the game, not Miller, who never really did coke, vastly preferring the mellowing effect of marijuana. In fact, based on his glassier than normal expression, there was a distinct possibility that he had smoked this morning. Maybe even on the car ride over.

“Luce,” Neil said, sliding his grip from her elbow to her forearm and gently guiding her to his car. A child psychiatrist, he had a calming effect on the most high-­strung children—­and the rare ability to soothe Lucy. “Come on now. Let’s go, honey.”

She didn’t reply, just gracefully climbed into the car, crossed her slender legs, and waited for Neil to close the door. As Lawton collapsed into the backseat, Lucy stared down at the pearl bracelet that once belonged to her mother.

“Are you coming with us?” Neil asked me. “Or going with your parents?”

I glanced back toward my mom and dad, walking toward her car. Although long divorced, they had managed to be civil to each other through this ordeal, and, to my relief and surprise, my dad had left his wife back in Manhattan.

Lucy answered for me through her half-­open window. “Neither,” she said. “I want her to ride with Daddy. He shouldn’t be driving alone. He’s being so stubborn.” She stared at me. “Okay, Shea?”

I hesitated.

“Just do it. And make sure he wears his seat belt. One death in the family is plenty,” she said as I looked up the hill, finding Coach Carr in a cluster of dark suits.

“But don’t you think he’d rather be alone?” I asked. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to make conversation—­”

“Well, you’re different,” she said, cutting me off. “He actually likes talking to you.”

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great book by Emily Giffin. I always have a hard time putting down her books and this one was no exception! Read it in 2 days! I was really surprised by all the negative reviews. If you are a true fan of Emily and her someone unconventional love stories, you will enjoy this read. Don't be put off by the negative comments, this was really entertaining. I love how she tests boundaries with the relationships and characters she creates. It's a sign of a great author and it's creative and refreshing to read something a bit outside the box. That's real life, things can get uncomfortable and loyalty gets tested. Thank you, Emily, for another great book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read everything by Giffin and usually really enjoy the novels as a fun summer read. This one made me uncomfortable since the main character who was boring and only cared about football falls in love with her father figure. Ew. Not interested in reading a book about a quasi-incestuous relationship. I really enjoy football (although I cannot relate at all to the Texas football culture or Texas in general) but between the cliche characters and endless football stats and rants about the NCAA this book was terrible. It needs mentioning again, the whole father figure part was AWKWARD and GROSS.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book. To me, Emily Giffin did not disappoint again. We can't control who we click and fall in love with! Others are complaining "he was a father figure to her." Key word there being "figure." I fail to see how anyone that is a fan of books, Emily Giffin, or love can not love this book. I guess it just takes an open and loving mind, not a closed and judgemental one, to see the beauty in this story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Emily Giffin does it again, what a great book.
Anonymous0022 More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved it! Another great read by Emily Giffin!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm a long time Emily Giffin fan and this is her best book yet.  From the moment I started I could not put it down and was already picturing who would play Shea and Coach in the movie.  If you loved Friday Night Lights, this is the novel for you!  It's funny, smart, heartbreaking and inspiring.  Loved, loved, love it!!!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVE Emily Giffin's books.  I love the way she takes me somewhere I have never been and explores relationships and situations that are far from my reality.   THE ONE AND ONLY does it again - now to Texas and Texas football.  I COULDN'T PUT THE BOOK DOWN! Take this to the beach with you and get lost in another world where football rules and friendships and family and LOVE come to life. Emily Giffin is a master of her words and constantly challenges me to think way beyond my norm and I love that about her books.   Everyone wants and deserves to be loved!  With an open mind and open heart, THE ONE AND ONLY has me rooting for the Walker Broncos and for true love. CLEAR EYES - FULL HEARTS - CAN'T LOSE!      
KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings A young woman is a major fan of football and because of this may have forgone romantic pursuits to instead pursue her career and passion.  I loved how setting it in Texas, and not ever having been there Giffin sets a great stage for a small town where football is the core of the town.  There was no doubt that Walker, Texas cared more about football than most anything else. The arc of this character was fantastic and may have been predictable at times, the sweetness of the story won out.  I wanted her to find happiness on the job, life and love - I love it when I am rooting for the character, makes the book so much better.  The secondary characters were just as great as the main, I wouldn't mind a follow up book that took the story further in one of their view points.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Emily Giffin is a true genius. Obviously everyone can read the summary and get the gist of the plot, but what stood out for me was the character development. As I read my opinions of the characters changed. When I put the book down at the end I was amazed at how my views on each character had changed from start to finish. It would have been easy for her to paint each character in a stereotypical light. Fortunately for the reader, Giffin slowly reveals pieces of each character through dialogue and their actions. There were a couple times that actually forced me to admit I was wrong about a certain character. I loved that it forced me realize characters aren't always cardboard cut-outs. As a lover of sports and fiction, this one hit the spot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Though I didn't necessarily agree with the main character I did enjoy this book. I read all of Giffen's books and love them all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Emily Giffin explores forbidden relationships. Readers looking for her usual fiction homerun will be smiling and crying when they read the last page. Loved this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Maybe I am in the minority here but I really loved this book and think it might be my favorite from Giffin. While I do not like football at all, the characters really came alive for me in the story, particularly Shea who seems a lot like me - a little naive, but also hyper self-aware at the same time. Her relationship with Lucy and Coach rang true in so many ways. Yes, it was uncomfortable to watch it unfold at times, but it all felt true to life. Love is messy and complicated and this book does a great job of illustrating that. My favorite character may have been Miller, who is hilarious throughout. I know a lot of guys like him and he never failed to put a smile on my face any time he appeared in the story. All in all, this is a great summer book and one I read in two days. I hope there is a sequel in the works!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all the other Emily Griffin books and usually enjoy her characters and writing style. I this book I really struggled with the overpowering reference to football - which I thought as a theme I'd enjoy because I do love football. However, the main character's obsession with it is one thing, but almost all the dialogue between the characters revolves around football - current team, historical players, etc... I found myself skipping page after page of dialogue. Spoiler alert if you don't want to know the main twist of the book! I found it sort of creepy her "evolving" love interest with the coach. I mean, the wife is dead a few months and she starts having feelings for a guy she's known as a father figure since she was 5 - the father of her best friend her entire life?? The age difference really wasn't an issue for me, it was the fact her relationship with this man started as a very young child and he was a mentor, father figure, hero to her all the while she was growing up. I have a hard time believing you would have romantic feelings for a man that you've known since you were 5, and all of a sudden at 32 you find you want to jump his bones. Just an odd book.
quaintinns More than 1 year ago
All you faithful fans of best-selling author, Emily Giffin— will be applauding her latest book, THE ONLY AND ONLY. Yes, she knows how to write chick lit, as I am one of her biggest fans, as have read ALL her books. Yes, Something Borrowed and Something Blue and all the others, were totally awesome—yet she tackled a challenging and different type of relationship in THE ONE AND ONLY ---pulling it off as a winning touchdown, with another five star bestseller winner! THE ONE AND ONLY is her best novel yet, and sure to rise to the top of the charts quickly. Of course, there is much publicity about this book and the controversial nature, however, making it even sexier! (guys will love it) Every author has to expand their writing; hey, not every book has to be about trendy and chic Manhattan. I thought it was brilliant—who knows go “big or go home, big hair, and football”, better than the South (Texas), and especially Dallas Cowboys? JR would have been proud! You have funny, sexy, and complicated! This book will make you laugh out loud. Highly recommend the audiobook, as Sofia Willingham was the true Texan with her lazy southern accent and so sexy, pulling you into the story and drama. (Performer for The Stark Trilogy). Think, funny, sexy, sarcastic, like Jennifer Weiner and controversial topics of sports and domestic abuse, with dynamic highly charged family dynamics of Jodi Picoult style, mixed with a little of football passion of The Blindside, and smart, and genuine Emily Giffin style ---and you have the unique version of The One and Only. Thirty-three year old Shea Rigsby, a small-town Texan college girl from Walker, Texas who lives for football, especially college football. She works for the local university, which has a strong football team coached by Clive Carr, the father of Shea's best friend Lucy. As the book opens, Lucy’s mom Connie dies, due to cancer and they are attending the funeral. Connie Carr is the matriarch of the family and the glue holding them all together. Lucy is more on the conservative type - pearls, and classic Southern belle), married to Neil with daughter, brother, Lawton. Shea is beautiful but not a girls girl – she is more a sports freak and is turned on with football and stats. Shea’s parents are divorced, so she grew up around the Carr family. . Coach Carr is her role model, as she lives and breathes football. (Literally). Shea is very loyal to her friend. As she makes decisions about her career and her dating life, (wanting to escape her boring life to do something different). She breaks up with her boyfriend (he wants to maintain the friends with benefit status) NO thanks ---- Shea takes an exciting job working as a sports editor for The Dallas Post—as they are investigating Walker. She also begins dating the high profile Ryan, famous quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys – the guy any woman would fall for. Think Porsche, money, looks, abs, hot body– he has it all, and is in love with Shea . . . A few minor problems: Ryan is violent, and controlling (his ex-wife has already warned her). And, Shea is in love with Coach Carr and cannot stop thinking about him! As she finally gives up her safety net to set out on an unexpected path, Shea discovers unsettling truths about the people and things she has always trusted most - and is forced to confront her deepest desires, fears, and secrets. The One and Only is a novel about finding your passion, your love, and following y
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book and you will too! Not only was it a fast-read but it kept me guessing until the very end. A definite touchdown for Emily Giffin!
SaltyDog77 More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down.  There is nothing better than forbidden love deep in the heart of Texas.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As I often am with Emily's books, I read this one while taking my daily walk, during the breaks at swim meets, hiding in the bathroom from my three children, ANY spare moment I could- and it did not disappoint! I am a former camper at Camp Waldemar and graduate of SMU so I loved all of the Texas references that brought back such fun memories. I was in Dallas when Troy Aikman played for the Cowboys so I pictured Ryan as a mix between him and Tom Brady. I think I actually LEARNED something about football throughout the book- wonderful descriptions. I, like many others, HATE to come to the end of one of Emily's books, I wish they could last forever, I would keep reading! Thank you Emily for entertaining all of us with laughter and tears and the peak into someone's life far from ours. I can't wait for the next and hope it comes soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic! Loved this book. Emily Giffin continues to be one of my favorite authors.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! It's different from Giffin's other books in both the setting (college sports) and the type of relationship she tackles in the story, but the characters are so well conceived and convincing that I was completely won over by the final chapter. I admire that the author is willing to take risks with this storyline, which tackles everything from death to domestic abuse to a very unusual romantic pairing. As will all of Giffin's books, the writing style flows wonderfully and you will be flying through the pages in no time. Highly recommended!
Tiny1foru More than 1 year ago
Waiting for next book
karleeki More than 1 year ago
I gave a copy to my 22 year old daughter who loves sports. She hasn't read a book just for pleasure since she started college. She loved it!
HarperLeigh More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and couldn't put it down. It definitely is different from Emily Giffen's other books - but as a fan of Friday Night Lights and football in general, I loved the new off shoot to her writing. Their were parts that I found a little hard to believe - such as her indifference to Ryan and her romance with the coach as they started to develop. But it kept me interested and I liked the ending. I agree - there should be more. ALSO - a movie! Who would be the coach?? George Clooney? Kyle Chandler??
JessLucy More than 1 year ago
So, obviously this book has received some pretty harsh (unwarranted, IMHO) reviews but I feel the need to defend it as I really enjoyed this novel. A bold plot-line to say the least, but Giffin pulled it off flawlessly. I think she did a great job of portraying a likeable protagonist who is consumed by one single passion (I can relate, mine is books, ha). Without giving anything away here, she didn't dwell on the childhood, which was good I feel like the book portrays real life in that we don't choose who we have chemistry with and who we fall in love with. Other than Something Borrowed, this is prob. my favorite Emily Giffin novel. If you like her books, you may also like: What Alice Forgot and Three Wishes, by Liane Moriarty, and Beautiful Day by Elin Hilderbrand.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just wish there would have been a prologue!  I wish I could see into there lives further down the road. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In Emily Giffin's newest book The One & Only, she departs from her customary setting in chic Manhattan or affluent suburbia to a small Texas college town where life revolves around football. Think Auburn, Ala or Athens, Ga. As we've come to expect, Giffin's characters are vividly drawn and we quickly become invested in them. Her main characters, Shea Rigsby and Coach Clive are perhaps departures from Giffin's usual characters, as Shea's passion is college football and the Coach is, ahem, middle-aged. Shea, especially, is one of Giffin's most memorable characters yet. She faces some of the fears and insecurities that we do. The message here is that love comes in surprising ways and life brings changes and opportunities to all of us. Simply don't let yourself miss the pleasure of reading Giffin's finest work to date.