In this delightfully charming teen spin on You’ve Got Mail, the one guy Bailey Rydell can’t stand is actually the boy of her dreams—she just doesn’t know it yet.
Classic movie buff Bailey “Mink” Rydell has spent months crushing on a witty film geek she only knows online by “Alex.” Two coasts separate the teens until Bailey moves in with her dad, who lives in the same California surfing town as her online crush.
Faced with doubts (what if he’s a creep in real life—or worse?), Bailey doesn’t tell Alex she’s moved to his hometown. Or that she’s landed a job at the local tourist-trap museum. Or that she’s being heckled daily by the irritatingly hot museum security guard, Porter Roth—a.k.a. her new arch-nemesis. But life is whole lot messier than the movies, especially when Bailey discovers that tricky fine line between hate, love, and whatever-it-is she’s starting to feel for Porter.
And as the summer months go by, Bailey must choose whether to cling to a dreamy online fantasy in Alex or take a risk on an imperfect reality with Porter. The choice is both simpler and more complicated than she realizes, because Porter Roth is hiding a secret of his own: Porter is Alex...Approximately.
|Product dimensions:||5.70(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.40(d)|
|Age Range:||14 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Jenn Bennett is an artist and RITA-nominated author of the Arcadia Bell urban fantasy series; the Roaring Twenties romance series, including Bitter Spirits, which was chosen as one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of 2014 and winner of RT Reviewers’ Choice Paranormal Romance Book of the Year; and Grave Phantoms, which was awarded RT’s May Seal of Excellence for 2015. She is also the author of The Anatomical Shape of a Heart (a.k.a. Night Owls in the UK); Alex, Approximately; Starry Eyes; and Serious Moonlight. She lives near Atlanta with one husband and two evil pugs.
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“I don’t think I caught your name.”
—Cary Grant, North by Northwest (1959)
He could be any one of these people.
After all, I don’t know what Alex looks like. I don’t even know his real name. I mean, we’ve been talking online for months now, so I know things that matter. He’s smart and sweet and funny, and we’ve both just finished our junior year. We share the same obsession—old movies. We both like being alone.
If these were the only things we had in common, I wouldn’t be freaking out right now. But Alex lives in the same town as my dad, and that makes things . . . complicated.
Because now that I’m descending a Central California airport escalator in Alex’s general vicinity, watching strangers drift in the opposite direction, endless possibilities duke it out inside my head. Is Alex short? Tall? Does he chew too loud or have some irritating catchphrase? Does he pick his nose in public? Has he had his arms replaced with bionic tentacles? (Note to self: not a deal breaker.)
So, yeah. Meeting real-life Alex could be great, but it could also be one big awkward disappointment. Which is why I’m not really sure if I want to know anything more about him.
Look, I don’t do confrontation well. Or ever, really. What I’m doing now, moving across the country one week after my seventeenth birthday to live with my dad, is not an act of bravery. It’s a masterpiece of avoidance. My name is Bailey Rydell, and I’m a habitual evader.
When my mom traded my dad for Nate Catlin of Catlin Law LLC—I swear to all things holy, that’s how he introduces himself—I didn’t choose to live with her instead of Dad because of all the things she promised: new clothes, a car of my own, a trip to Europe. Heady stuff, sure, but none of it mattered. (Or even happened. Just saying.) I only stayed with her because I was embarrassed for my dad, and the thought of having to deal with him while he faced his new postdump life was too much for me to handle. Not because I don’t care about him either. Just the opposite, actually.
But a lot changes in a year, and now that Mom and Nate are fighting constantly, it’s time for me to exit the picture. That’s the thing about being an evader. You have to be flexible and know when to bail before it all gets weird. Better for everyone, really. I’m a giver.
My plane landed half an hour ago, but I’m taking a circuitous route to what I hope is the backside of baggage claim, where my dad is supposed to pick me up. The key to avoiding uncomfortable situations is a preemptive strike: make sure you see them first. And before you accuse me of being a coward, think again. It’s not easy being this screwed up. It takes planning and sharp reflexes. A devious mind. My mom says I’d make a great pickpocket, because I can disappear faster than you can say, Where’s my wallet? The Artful Dodger, right here.
And right there is my father. Artful Dodger, senior. Like I said, it’s been a year since I’ve seen him, and the dark-headed man standing under a slanted beam of early afternoon sunlight is different than I remember. In better shape, sure, but that’s no surprise. I’ve cheered on his new gym-crafted body every week as he showed off his arms during our Sunday-night video calls. And the darker hair wasn’t new either; God knows I’ve teased him about dyeing away the gray in an attempt to slice off the last few years of his forties.
But as I stealthily scope him out while hiding behind a sunny CALIFORNIA DREAMERS! sign, I realize that the one thing I didn’t expect was for my dad to be so . . . happy.
Maybe this wouldn’t be too painful, after all. Deep breath.
A grin splits his face when I duck out of my hiding spot.
“Mink,” he says, calling me by my silly adolescent nickname.
I don’t really mind, because he’s the only one who calls me that in real life, and everyone else in baggage claim is too busy greeting their own familial strangers to pay any attention to us. Before I can avoid it, he reels me in and hugs me so hard my ribs crack. We both tear up a little. I swallow the constriction in my throat and force myself to calm down.
“Jesus, Bailey.” He looks me over shyly. “You’re practically grown.”
“You can introduce me as your sister if it makes you look younger in front of your geekazoid sci-fi friends,” I joke in an attempt to diffuse the awkwardness, poking the robot on his Forbidden Planet T-shirt.
“Never. You’re my greatest achievement.”
Ugh. I’m embarrassed that I’m so easily wooed by this, and I can’t think of a witty comeback. I end up sighing a couple of times.
His fingers tremble as he tucks bleached platinum-blond strands of my long Lana Turner pin-curl waves behind my ear. “I’m so glad you’re here. You are staying, right? You didn’t change your mind on the flight?”
“If you think I’m going to willingly walk back into that MMA fight they call a marriage, you don’t know me at all.”
He does a terrible job at hiding his giddy triumph, and I can’t help but smile back. He hugs me again, but it’s okay now. The worst part of our uncomfortable meet-and-greet is over.
“Let’s collect your stuff. Everyone on your flight has already claimed theirs, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find,” he says, gesturing with a knowing dart of his eyes toward the luggage carousels, one brow cocked.
Oops. Should’ve known. Can’t dodge a dodger.
Having grown up on the East Coast, I’d never been farther west than a single school trip to Chicago, so it’s strange to step into bright sunlight and look up at such a big, überblue sky. It seems flatter out here without all the dense mid-Atlantic treetops blocking out the skyline—so flat, I can see mountain foothills girding the entire Silicon Valley horizon. I’d flown into San Jose, the nearest airport and actual big city, so we have a forty-five-minute drive to my dad’s new house on the coast. Not a hardship, especially when I see we’ll be cruising in a glossy blue muscle car with the sunroof wide open.
My father is a CPA. He used to drive the most boring car in the world. California has changed that, I suppose. What else has changed?
“Is this your midlife-crisis car?” I ask when he opens the trunk to stow my luggage.
He chuckles. It totally is. “Get in,” he says, checking the screen on his phone. “And please text your mother that you didn’t die in a fiery plane crash so she’ll stop bugging me.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Pete.”
He nudges me with his shoulder, and I nudge back, and just like that, we’re falling back into our old routine. Thank God. His new (old) car smells like the stuff that neat freaks spray on leather, and there’s no accounting paperwork stuffed in the floorboards, so I’m getting the posh treatment. As he revs up the crazy-loud engine, I turn on my phone for the first time since I’ve landed.
Texts from Mom: four. I answer her in the most bare-bones way possible while we leave the airport parking garage. I’m finally coming down from the shock of what I’ve done—holy crap, I just moved across the country. I remind myself that it’s not a big deal. After all, I already switched schools a few months ago, thanks to Nate LLC and Mom moving us from New Jersey to Washington, DC, which basically means I didn’t have a notable friend investment in DC to leave behind. And I haven’t really dated anyone since my dad left, so no boyfriend investment either. But when I check the nonemergency notifications on my phone, I see a reply on the film app from Alex and get nervous all over again about being in the same town.
@alex: Is it wrong to hate someone who used to be your best friend? Please talk me down from planning his funeral. Again.
I send a quick reply—
@mink: You should just leave town and make new friends. Less blood to clean up.
If I look past any reservations I may have, I can admit it’s pretty thrilling to think that Alex has no idea I’m even here. Then again, he’s never really known exactly where I’ve been. He thinks I still live in New Jersey, because I never bothered to change my profile online when we moved to DC.
When Alex first asked me to come out here and see North by Northwest with him, I wasn’t sure what to think. It’s not exactly the kind of movie you ask a girl out to see when you’re trying to win her heart—not most girls, anyway. Considered one of Alfred Hitchcock’s greatest films, it stars Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint, and it’s a thriller about mistaken identity. It starts in New York and ends up out West, as Cary Grant is pursued to Mount Rushmore in one of the most iconic scenes in movie history. But now every time I think about seeing it, I picture myself as the seductive Eva Marie Saint and Alex as Cary Grant, and we’re falling madly in love, despite the fact that we barely know each other. And sure, I know that’s a fantasy, and reality could be so much weirder, which is why I have a plan: secretly track down Alex before North by Northwest plays at the summer film festival.
I didn’t say it was a good plan. Or an easy plan. But it’s better than an awkward meet-up with someone who looks great on paper, but in real life, may crush my dreams. So I’m doing this the Artful Dodger way—from a safe distance, where neither of us can get hurt. I have a lot of experience with bad strangers. It’s best this way, trust me.
“Is that him?” Dad asks.
I quickly pocket my phone. “Who?”
“What’s-his-face. Your film-buff soul mate.”
I’ve barely told Dad anything about Alex. I mean, he knows Alex lives in this area and even jokingly dangled this fact as bait to come out here when I finally decided I couldn’t handle living with Mom and Nate anymore.
“He’s contemplating murder,” I tell Dad. “So I’ll probably meet him in a dark alley tonight and jump into his unmarked van. That should be fine, right?”
An undercurrent of tension twitches between us, just for a second. He knows I’m only teasing, that I would never take that kind of risk, not after what happened to our family four years ago. But that’s in the past, and Dad and I are all about the future now. Nothing but sunshine and palm trees ahead.
He snorts. “If he’s got a van, don’t expect to be able to track it down.” Crap. Does he know I’ve entertained that idea? “Everyone’s got vans where we’re headed.”
“Creepy molester vans?”
“More like hippie vans. You’ll see. Coronado Cove is different.”
And he shows me why after we turn off the interstate—sorry, the “freeway,” as Dad informs me they’re called out here. Once the location of a historical California mission, Coronado Cove is now a bustling tourist town between San Francisco and Big Sur. Twenty thousand residents, and twice as many tourists. They come for three things: the redwood forest, the private nude beach, and the surfing.
Oh, yes: I said redwood forest.
They come for one other thing, and I’d be seeing that up close and personal soon enough, which makes my stomach hurt to think about. So I don’t. Not right now. Because the town is even prettier than it was in the photos Dad sent. Hilly, cypress-lined streets. Spanish-style stucco buildings with terra-cotta tile roofs. Smoky purple mountains in the distance. And then we hit Gold Avenue, a two-lane twisting road that hugs the curving coast, and I finally see it: the Pacific Ocean.
Alex was right. East Coast beaches are trash beaches. This . . . is stunning.
“It’s so blue,” I say, realizing how dumb I sound but unable to think of a better description of the bright aquamarine water breaking toward the sand. I can even smell it from the car. It’s salty and clean, and unlike the beach back home, which has that iodine, boiled-metal stench, it doesn’t make me want to roll up the window.
“I told you, didn’t I? It’s paradise out here,” Dad says. “Everything is going to be better now. I promise, Mink.”
I turn to him and smile, wanting to believe he might be right. And then his head whips toward the windshield and we screech to a stop.
My seat belt feels like a metal rod slapping across my chest as I jerk forward and brace my hands on the dash. Brief pain shoots through my mouth and I taste copper. The high-pitched squeal that comes out of me, I realize, is entirely too loud and dramatic; apart from my biting my own tongue, no one’s hurt, not even the car.
“You okay?” Dad asks.
More embarrassed than anything else, I nod before turning my attention to the cause of our near wreck: two teen boys in the middle of the street. They both look like walking advertisements for coconut tanning oil—tousled sun-lightened hair, board shorts, and lean muscles. One dark, one light. But the towheaded one is mad as hell and pounds the hood of the car with his fists.
“Watch where you’re going, dickwad,” he shouts, pointing to a colorful hand-painted wooden sign of a line of surfers marching their boards through an Abbey Road–looking crosswalk. The top says: WELCOME TO CORONADO COVE. The bottom reads: BE KIND—GIVE SURFERS RIGHT-OF-WAY.
Umm, yeah, no. The sign is nowhere near official, and even if it were, there’s no real crosswalk on the street and this white-haired shirtless dude doesn’t have a board. But no way am I saying that, because (A) I just screamed like a 1950s housewife, and (B) I don’t do confrontation. Especially not with a boy who looks like he’s just inhaled a pipeful of something cooked up in a dirty trailer.
His brown-haired buddy has the decency to be wearing a shirt while jaywalking. On top of that, he’s ridiculously good-looking (ten points) and trying to pull his jerky friend out of the road (twenty points). And as he does, I get a quick view of a nasty, jagged line of dark-pink scars that curves from the sleeve of his weathered T-shirt down to a bright red watch on his wrist, like someone had to Frankenstein his arm back together a long time ago; maybe this isn’t his first time dragging his friend out of the road. He looks as embarrassed as I feel, sitting here with all these cars honking behind us, and while he wrestles his friend back, he holds up a hand to my dad and says, “Sorry, man.”
Dad politely waves and waits until they’re both clear before cautiously stepping on the gas again. Go faster, for the love of slugs. I press my sore tongue against the inside of my teeth, testing the spot where I bit it. And as the drugged-out blond dude continues to scream at us, the boy with the scarred arm stares at me, wind blowing his wild, sun-streaked curls to one side. For a second, I hold my breath and stare back at him, and then he slides out of my view.
Red and blue lights briefly flash in the oncoming lane. Great. Is this kind of thing considered an accident here? Apparently not, because the police car crawls past us. I turn around in my seat to see a female cop with dark purple shades stick her arm out the window and point a warning at the two boys.
“Surfers,” Dad says under his breath like it’s the filthiest swearword in the world. And as the cop and the boys disappear behind us along the golden stretch of sand, I can’t help but worry that Dad might have exaggerated about paradise.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was the one thing I never knew I needed. At first, I was a little confused about the plot and how everything managed to tie together, but I soon realised how important every little detail was and began to really fall in love with Jenn's writing style and the way Bailey reacted to certain situations and how she handled things differently. 'Alex, Approximately' is a book that has definitely wiggled its way into not only my heart, but my 'top 10 book's I've read' list and will forever be a book I fall back on when I'm in search of some lighthearted romance with a little bit of adventure thrown into the mix. It's brilliant, and I recommend it to anyone and everyone I've met.
I enjoyed this book! Highly recommend it for a summer read!
I stayed up all night reading it. It’s an adorable story, truly a lighthearted fun read.
I’ve loved Jenn Bennett’s writing since I started reading Kindling the Moon. And I’ve really enjoyed the voice of her YA characters, especially Bailey. Bailey is sarcastic and witty and I found myself laughing at some of her thoughts. YA is not a genre I read a lot of anymore because the immaturity of many of the characters is just not something I can relate to or tolerate anymore. However, I’ve always liked that Jenn Bennett writes more mature teenagers, because you know what? Lots of teens are mature and witty, it’s not just an adult thing. The key here, is that Bennett might give us great YA banter but she also shows the youth and vulnerability of teenagers. Her characters might be all confident and self-assured while interacting with their peers but they’re still confronted with moments when they’re just a nervous 17 year old who has gotten in trouble with their parents. I really liked Bailey throughout this book because I saw a lot of myself in her when I was that age. Bailey’s sarcasm and self-deprecating attitude kept the narrative interesting and funny. The Artful Dodger, as she calls herself, spends much of this book learning to be a better friend, to be more involved in life, and to not repress everything she’s feeling to avoid conflict. Bennett does an amazing job of showing Bailey’s growth over time and I really appreciated this. At first I thought I would dislike Porter after he embarrasses Bailey about her shoes. However, he turns himself around and it becomes clear that Bailey and Porter like to argue and debate with each other. I found Porter to be a very interesting hero for a YA novel because he had all the necessary swoon-worthy qualities but he also had some good flaws. He’s almost overly cocky, a bit argumentative, and he often frustrates Bailey as much as he intrigues her. He’s also a bit of a hot-head and doesn’t always think everything through.
I really enjoyed this book! I wasn't sure what to expect, as I haven't read anything by this author before, but I was definitely pulled right in and had trouble putting it down. This is a different twist on a YA romance with the online aspect going on before she meets the guy and then all that unravels after. Watching Bailey come into her own a bit as she realizes how strong she can be is fascinating, and I liked how she sort of brought that out in Porter as well. I did have a little bit of an issue with the mom part of the story. I, being a mother, had trouble understanding how Bailey's mom could act the way she was. It wasn't until the dad tried to explain to Bailey that I could see how something like that could affect the way you treat everyone around you. I still find it hard to imagine being that way with my own kids. The ending was just about perfect, so if you're in the mood for a heartwarming HEA story, this is the one for you. I'll definitely want to check out more by Bennett in the future.
This was so good, y'all. I honestly loved the story and the romance that unfurled between Porter and Bailey. I loved the setup, the dialogue, everything. See more reviews at my blog! http://areadingredsox.blogspot.com
I love this book so much, I don't have anything bad to say about it. I read this book in less than 24 hours, which is a new record for me, I need more books like this one!
This book is pretty much the summer-beach-teen-read I've been looking for. It's also nice to finally have a beach story take place in California (my home state) for once instead of the east coast. Anyways, the plot is nice, the imagery and sensory details are great, the characters are likable (Bailey's dad is too good to be true), there's a good amount of suspense featuring an antagonistic character, and the romance and chemistry between Bailey and Porter are especially sweet. The only thing that bothered me is the narration. Some parts can get a bit cringey so I just skip over them because hello. It gets a little annoying when people keep talking like this. Like, come on. Jeez. (
Originally posted on bayyinwonderland.wordpress.com Where do I even start with this one? I absolutely adored Jenn's debut and this one was just as delicious. Her books are swoon worthy to say the least. I feel like I know these guys, they're wonderfully fleshed out and just, real. The romances Jenn writes always feel real and tangible, never rushed. The couples make real decisions, theres never some timeline. A lot of people think you should wait until at least x amount of months dating before having sex or kissing but Jenn keeps it real. Some people will have sex day one, others wait until marriage. It just happens. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE MENTION OF FEMALE MASTURBATION PLEASE???? The media and other sources act like it never happens. They're still stuck in well ,the 1950's, thinking sex isn't for women and we're not supposed to like it. Spoiler alert: a lot of women do. I was so happy to see this included and handled, because it happens. This is a great reassurance for teens, or even adults. It's okay. No you're not weird or gross. This book also touches on something very real these days, falling in love online. Sometimes you know everything about the person or sometimes you're more careful with your information but spoiler alert, it happens. Quite a lot. She handled this the way it should be, like it's a normal part of life. For many, it is. This novel wasn't just fluff, it had a point too. Sometimes you need someone to push you out of your comfort zone to live life. Whether that's after a tragedy, or you're just too scared. It doesn't have to be romantic, like in this case. But sometimes you just can't do it all on your own. And that's okay.
This books gives you so many feels!!! But I loved every single word I read. I felt like I was really there along side mink during her journey to find her self while falling in love.
This book was just excellent... I may have happened to finish it in less than 1 day. I was hooked and the communication selections were great. I would tell the author well done.
"The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings." - Kathleen Kelly, You've Got Mail. Alex, Approximately is my hearts desire of wanting a book version of YOu've Got Mail combined with a love of YA Contemporaries all rolled into one. Of course with the 20 year difference between this beloved movie & it's inspiration, The Shop Around the Corner, times have changed as has technology. No longer is it the AOL tones of You've Got Mail , now it's private chat messages through a Film Website. We have Bailey & Porter, who are some of the most real characters that also fit my beauitul YGM story. Bailey is so real, between her anxiety & "Artful Dodger" side/wall that she knows she retreats behind. She has such a great character arc throughout the story that you just love it.Her anxiety is believable as are her walls and her slowly letting them down for Grace & Porter. Porter is everything you want in a sassy but caring Main Beau. Plus he's a surfer,so you already know he's in shape and probably Too Hot Hot Damn, which he knows because he even owns a 'Hot Stuff' Jacket. Their love of movies is great, but it would have been over the moon if the inspiration had been referenced at all in the story. You see them grow and become closer even besides their love of movies. Alex, Approximately is the perfect summer movie for those who love YA Contemporaries. IT has such a great story that is believable and is just up my alley. I would recommend this story to anyone who loves either The Shop Around the Corner or You've Got Mail, or surfers, or old timey movies.
ALL THE SWOONS!! I’m continually wowed by how Jenn Bennett can consistently write the absolute BEST book boyfriends! These guys are so perfectly imperfect, and I adore them!! Porter was an immediate love for me. He was so confident, silly, and aggravatingly sarcastic. I lit up when it came to the banter between him and Bailey. I loved how he didn’t give her an inch and was constantly being playful and all in-her-face. The beginning of their relationship started off with Bailey hating on Porter hardcore, getting annoyed at everything he did… and this just made me love him even more!! Hate-to-love romances are some of my faves, and this was no exception. What a fun relationship these two developed! Swoon overload!!! Aside from the incredible romance, there was so much more to this book to love. The friendship between Bailey and the friend she meets in California, Grace, was so fun to watch evolve. I also fully enjoyed the relationship Bailey had with her father. Though they struggled at times to see eye-to-eye, he was very much involved in her life and they, together, worked out their issues. He was a fantastic father that always had his daughter’s back. I loved it! Also worth mentioning was the great bond between Porter and his family. I adored his mother and they way she brought their very busy family together as a team. The support and loyalty the families showed each and every member was very refreshing and a joy to find in a YA book. Let me mention the settings in this book as well, since they’re ah-mazing! First, we have a beach setting. I mean, seriously… boardwalks, sunshine, surfing… how can you not love it! When I was a teenager I always dreamed of spending a summer in a place like this. How incredible! Add to that the fun museum setting and WOW! I loved how the museum was completely brought to life, flaws and all. Bailey’s having to work in the “hot box” and sweat all day, the incredibly old-school security system, the silly-named rooms… Jenn Bennett knows how to make you feel connected to every single person, place and thing in her stories. Welp, Jenn Bennett did it again!!! She completely blew me away with The Anatomical Shape of a Heart last year, and Jack has been my book boyfriend since I first met him. And guys, here comes Porter, now sitting at the very tippity top of my BBF list right along side him!! ♥ Relatable characters that are so real they are impossible not to connect with, a romance that’s so fun, silly and swoony you’ll fall hard, and a storyline that is unputdownable from beginning to end, this is a real gem. If you love adorableness, topped with all the swooning, and a side of emotions, this is a must-read for you! (Thanks to Simon Pulse for the review copy!)
I couldn't put this book down. Absolutely fell in love with these characters
I didn't even need to read the synopsis of this book. I wanted it from Jenn Bennett's name and my undying love for her other YA book, The Anatomical Shape of a Heart. I went in completely blind and utterly fell in love. Bailey is my kind of girl. She's smart and sort of awkward and would rather be alone the majority of the time. She loves classic movies and dressing like Lana Turner and why aren't we BFFs already. Porter? Yeah, I don't even know where to start with this boy. He's swoony to begin with and then when he actually tries, I was a puddle of goo. There is some of the most delicious banter ever written, swoons, heartbreak, laughs, and maybe a bit of betrayal. Not to mention a few secrets that are revealed in the slowest and agonizing way. This is a book that I'll be reading over and over again: when I need a pick me up or to get out of a slump or just need to grin like a loon the way I am right now. **Huge thanks to Mysterious Galaxy for letting me take an arc from the back room**