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Friends Like Us

Friends Like Us

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by Lauren Fox

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With her critically acclaimed debut novel, Still Life with Husband, Lauren Fox established herself as a wise and achingly funny chronicler of domestic life and was hailed as “a delightful new voice in American fiction, a voice that instantly recalls the wry, knowing prose of Lorrie Moore” (Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times). Fox’s


With her critically acclaimed debut novel, Still Life with Husband, Lauren Fox established herself as a wise and achingly funny chronicler of domestic life and was hailed as “a delightful new voice in American fiction, a voice that instantly recalls the wry, knowing prose of Lorrie Moore” (Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times). Fox’s new novel glitters with these pleasures—fearless wordplay, humor, and nuance—and asks us the question at the heart of every friendship: What would you give up for a friend’s happiness?
For Willa Jacobs, seeing her best friend, Jane Weston, is like looking in a mirror on a really good day. Strangers assume they are sisters, a comparison Willa secretly enjoys. They share an apartment, clothing, and groceries, eking out rent with part-time jobs. Willa writes advertising copy, dreaming up inspirational messages for tea bags (“The path to enlightenment is steep” and “Oolong! Farewell!”), while Jane cleans houses and writes poetry about it, rhyming “dust” with “lust,” and “clog of hair” with “fog of despair.” Together Willa and Jane are a fortress of private jokes and shared opinions, with a friendship so close there’s hardly room for anyone else. But when Ben, Willa’s oldest friend, reappears and falls in love with Jane, Willa wonders: Can she let her two best friends find happiness with each other if it means leaving her behind?

Editorial Reviews

Lisa Page
[Fox is] in love with language and can squeeze laughs out of the worst situations while depicting nuanced, complicated characters…This novel is ultimately about trust, betrayal and forgiveness. Fox makes you care about Willa and everyone else in Friends Like Us long after you've finished.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Fox’s funny and bittersweet new novel tackles the fragility of friendship. In high school, heroine Willa was best friends with Ben, but the two drifted apart after their freshman year of college. The adult Willa is now best friends and roommates with Jane, who is like her in every way. After Ben and Willa reconnect at a high school reunion, he confesses that he was in love with her when they were teenagers. Though they fail to begin a romance, they do resume their friendship. But when Ben meets Jane and they start dating, a love triangle forms, with Willa serving as the essential, but confused third wheel. As Ben and Jane’s relationship becomes more serious, the attraction between Ben and Willa grows, and all three must cope with the consequences. Instead of making Willa’s story maudlin and clichéd, Fox (Still Life with Husband) steers her characters toward a surprisingly realistic and complex conclusion. A thoughtful, delicate book. (Feb.)
From the Publisher
Starred review. "Pure Emily Griffin...hard emotional truths go down easily amid smart, rapid-fire wit. A pure if heartbreaking pleasure." - Booklist
"Amy Rubinate's narration brings Jane to life, capturing her goofy humor, awkwardness, and conflicted feelings. She also deftly voices the book's other characters; her rendition of Willa's on-again-off-again boyfriend, Declan, is a standout...Rubinate ably conveys the book's lovable protagonist and its themes of friendship, love, and confusion." - Publishers Weekly
"Fox has a talent for language and her wounded, witty Willa is a remarkably complex creation...Moving, artfully written..." - Kirkus Reviews
"...clever and heartfelt... Fox nails this time period." - The Washington Independent Review of Books
"...an overall good and quick read... sharp and witty writing...a great novel..." - Vox Magazine

Library Journal
Fox's latest novel (after Still Life with Husband) is an honest look into the friendships and relationships we develop in early adulthood and how circumstances and bad choices often alter them. Roommates Willa and Jane are such best friends that they seemingly intuit each other's thoughts. How well they really know each other is challenged when Willa's best friend from high school, Ben, comes back into the picture and falls in love with Jane. What starts as a happy trio of friends soon becomes weighted with jealousies and insecurities. Willa wishes she had her old Ben back and sometimes feels like the third wheel. Things become tenser with a proposal and an imminent wedding date. Fox explores how our happiness can be fleeting and how what we think we want and need may not be so important after all. VERDICT Fox's realistic take on the growing pains of young adulthood grips the reader to the final page. Anyone who has suffered the loss of a friendship will embrace this thoughtful novel.—Anne M. Miskewitch, Chicago P.L.
Kirkus Reviews
A young woman who introduces her best friend to her formerly nerdy high-school companion has mixed feelings about the situation when the two begin a romantic relationship. Drifting in a way typical to recent college graduates, aspiring illustrator Willa takes considerable comfort in the fact that her roommate Jane is in the same boat. Sharing a dingy Milwaukee apartment, the girls are closer than sisters and have similar lanky, curly-haired good looks. Jane, who works as a housecleaner but writes poetry on the side, is, in Willa's mind, a sunnier and more confident version of herself. Their cozy twosome is altered forever, though, with the arrival of Ben. Willa and Ben were inseparable in high school, and after a seven-year separation meet again at a reunion, where Ben confesses to a longtime crush on her. Willa senses Ben's appeal, but after an awkward first kiss relegates him to the "friend" role. And soon after Ben meets Jane. Willa, happy to see her two favorite people in love, initially blesses their union, and they become a happy trio, doing everything together. Willa also takes an easy job in a flower shop and dates a slippery Irishman named Declan, but Ben and Jane remain the center of her world. But when Ben asks Jane to marry him, Willa panics, worrying that life is going forward without her. Jealous of what Jane has, and still hurting over past events (such as the demise of her parent's marriage), Willa makes an irreversible decision guaranteed to have painful repercussions for everyone involved. In spite of the novel's predictable scenario, Fox (Still Life with Husband, 2007) has a talent for language and her wounded, witty Willa is a remarkably complex creation. Moving, artfully written Gen-Y roman à clef.

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Jane sweeps a scattering of crumbs into a neat little pile. “You are quite a slob,” she says as she pushes the broom across the floor with a rhythmic swish-­swish. “And so lucky to have me to clean up your messes!”

“I know,” I say, watching an ant crawl across the windowsill. “But if I weren’t so messy, you wouldn’t get the satisfaction of cleaning the apartment. I do it for you. For your OCD.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” she says. She props the broom against the wall and drops to her hands and knees, sponging up invisible spills, scrubbing our crummy kitchen linoleum into gleaming submission.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I continue, lifting my feet so Jane can clean under them. “I appreciate it. But it’s not a favor if you can’t not do it.”

“I can stop anytime I want to!”

“You missed a spot,” I say, pointing with my left big toe to a nonexistent smudge on the floor; in response, she squeezes a dribble from the wet sponge over my bare foot.

“I do appreciate your attention to detail,” she says, dabbing my foot.

“Well, here’s how you can repay me,” I say as Jane squirts a viscous blob of liquid cleanser onto the sponge. “You can come with me tonight.”

“And you know, my pretty, that there is no chance of that.”

“Why not? A, you don’t have to talk to anyone if you don’t want to, and B, if you do, people will find you charming and interesting.” Sometimes I think it’s helpful to speak in outline form.

“Willa,” Jane says, attacking the tabletop. “I will not go to your high school reunion. A, I’m not your boyfriend, and B, I didn’t go to high school with you.”

Excitement is the cousin of dread. Three weeks ago I agreed to attend my eight-­year high school reunion. Eight-­year reunion, yes: there it was, in my in-­box, an Evite to a list of two hundred twenty-­eight vaguely familiar names from one vaguely familiar name: Shelby Stigmeyer, who, the invitation explained, was supposed to get married tonight, but her fiancé called off the engagement, and Shelby couldn’t get the deposit back on the room. Aw, I thought. Awwww. And in this fleeting, unfortunate moment of sympathy, I added my name to the “yes” column.

I’ve spent the last twenty-­one days regretting it. The only thing I liked about high school was leaving it—­that and my best friend, Ben Kern, nickname “Pop,” but he’s just another reason I should have declined that invitation. I don’t want to go tonight, and I desperately don’t want to go alone. Jane is, in fact, the closest thing I have to a boyfriend, and with her, what promises to be an excruciating rerun of four years of shyness could be, instead, a party. But I know her well enough to know that she’s easily moved, right up until the moment she’s not. “Fine,” I say, defeated. I deliberately let a shower of crumbs from my granola bar fall onto the table.

She reaches around me with her sponge, unimpressed, then kisses me on the head. “It will be fine. It’s only one night. You can leave early.” She dabs at the last of the crumbs, her thin arm close to my face, her skin warm and bleachy. “Take good notes. I’ll wait up.”

The trip that should take twenty minutes takes me a good forty, as I deliberately navigate the side streets and drive ten miles below the speed limit, incurring the wrath of the old man in the boat-­sized silver Chrysler behind me. I stop for gas, even though the tank is three-­quarters full. Finally I have no choice but to pull into the restaurant parking lot and face the reunion head-­on.

Inside the Hampton House’s private party room, the bass-­heavy thump of an eight-­year-­old Aerosmith power ballad bores into my skull. I squint against the swirl of Christmas lights and the confusion of faces, their features blurred, take a shallow breath through my mouth to try to minimize the smell of heavily perfumed and aftershaved bodies. Women who haven’t seen each other in ages squeal with delight; men pound each other on the back like friendly apes. I’m pressed against the back wall when I spot him. I push my head forward, suddenly unsure.

It’s his walk that I recognize, finally, the way he moves through space like he knows in his bones that the world will never belong to him—­his shoulders slightly rounded, head down, long strides meant to propel him to his destination as quickly and unobtrusively as possible. That’s him. I spent four years searching the undulating sea of high school bodies for Ben’s walk.

But everything else about him is a shock, electric and sweet. The man who is loping toward me, who is standing here smiling at me, is not the weird little wombat I knew years ago. He’s tall—­well, he’s my height—­and thin, angular, stretched out. His intense brown eyes are no longer planted deep in a round baby face; they stare out at me from a man’s face, a man’s face with cheekbones and not just a chin but an actual jaw. He’s Ben Kern, for sure, but new, improved Ben, Now with Bone Structure! He looks me up and down and then grabs me in a bear hug, and that’s my next surprise, the way he squeezes the air right out of me, and not just because he’s stronger now.

“Hey, dingbat,” he says, softly, into my hair.

“Hey, Pop,” I say. He smells good, too, like licorice, another welcome addition to Ben 2.0.

“Yeah . . . no one really calls me Pop anymore,” he says, still holding on.

“Well, not that many people call me dingbat, either.”

He puts his hands on my shoulders and takes a half step back. “Look at you.”

“Look at you,” I reply.

“You look exactly the same,” he says, and then mumbles something and glances away nervously: this is the Ben I remember, indecipherable and endearing.

“You look completely different,” I say. He meets my eyes again, and we both laugh.

“Well, I’ve had some work done.”

I squint at him, considering. “You had your lips plumped, didn’t you?”

“Plus, a little Botox.” He stares into the distance, his eyes wide. “See? I’m raising and lowering my eyebrows, but you can’t tell.”

I want to say that I’ve missed him, that I’ve been furious and confused and, finally, resigned to his absence from my life. But it all adds up to too much, and I can’t tease out anything reasonable from the mess. “I didn’t think you’d come,” I say finally.

“Why not?”

The room is quickly filling up with our former classmates; I watch as each of their faces seems to register a preprogrammed sequence, from apprehension to eager recognition, uncertainty to confidence. They move around the room like amoebas, forming and re-­forming into the social configurations of 1999. “Because we hated high school.”

“We did,” Ben agrees, following my gaze.

And that’s when I realize that I came here tonight to see him, and he to see me, a sudden and visceral understanding, shocking both for its obviousness and for the fact that I didn’t know it until this second. I take a deep breath, inhale the woolly, crowded warmth of the room. “Why did we . . . what happened?” I ask, but the background noise is a din of voices, and I’m not sure he hears me, because it’s at this moment that Alexis Moody glides up and flings her arms around me in an unexpected hug. Alexis and I sat next to each other in homeroom. She was the kind of girl who pasted the inside of her locker with words she cut out from magazines to describe herself: SPECIAL! OUTRAGEOUS! UNIQUE! WOW! For two or three minutes every day for four years, she shared the juicy details of social dramas I had no part in. Her self-­assurance was like a big umbrella. She could shelter anyone under it.

“Wendy?” she says. It takes me a minute to realize she’s talking to me.


“No, it’s Alexis!” she says loudly, laughing, tapping her name tag. “Poor Shelby, huh? Awww!” Then she looks at Ben with frank admiration but not a hint of recognition. “Is this your boyfriend?” She pronounces the word like it’s something she’s just spotted bobbing in the ocean: buoyfriend.

“Yes!” Ben smiles brightly at her, offering his hand.

“Oh, my gosh!” she says, her own smile twitching a bit. “Mine is over there! Actually he’s my fee-­ahn-­say!” She points to a group of identical-­looking men in casual wear. “Rich!” she says proudly, and I’m not sure whether she’s telling us his name or describ- ing him.

There’s an awkward moment when nobody has anything to say, and, with a measure of relief, I’m plotting my escape (Is it 8:05 already?), when suddenly a cluster of women in little black dresses swoops down on us, arms waving, fabric flapping—­a colony of pretty bats. They emit a strong, collective odor of fruity perfumes with names, I imagine, like Delicious and Happy and Adorable. (Mine, if I were wearing any, would be called Wary or Irritable.) The bat-­ladies simultaneously surround and ignore Ben and me, and I find myself moved along, Alexis’s hand gripping my arm, into the larger crowd.

A woman I don’t recognize holds a camera up to her face and starts snapping photos; she looks like an emergency vehicle, the camera flashing over and over. “Okay, everyone!” she shouts, and I remember who she is—­Leah Reilly, former student council president and friend to everyone. “I just had a totally great idea! I’m going to take pictures of people with their former crushes!” She starts laughing maniacally. “Who did you like back in high school? Who did you like?”

A few people chuckle uncomfortably. All of our shoes are suddenly extremely interesting.

“Oh, come on, you guys!” Leah says again, her left hand on her hip, and somehow, from her, this chiding is amiable, more misguided camp counselor than plotter of evil. “We’re all grown up now! High school was eight years ago! Come clean. Who did you like back then? Who did you like?”

Alexis turns to me and leans in close. Her lips brush against my ear. “I forgot how much I hated high school,” she whispers, and I think that it is endlessly surprising, how everyone has a secret life. A short, dimple-­cheeked woman giggles and points to someone on the fringes of the room, and Leah grabs her and takes off, warning the rest of us to stay put, that she’ll be back.

A few of the women are murmuring to each other and flipping their hair around, clearly beginning to enjoy the opportunity to rekindle a thing or two, and I’m feeling like I actually am back in high school, complete with the attendant stomachache. I’m thinking about Ryan Cox, track star, math whiz, occasional contributor to the magazine Ben and I edited and secret hero of my fantasies (I never knew you were so pretty behind those glasses!); I’m thinking about how loneliness starts growing early and takes root like a weed. I’m starting to feel very sorry for myself.

And then Ben reappears and taps my shoulder. I automatically look down to find his face and then, seeing only torso, tip my chin up. “Let’s make like a banana,” he says, and I remember what it was like, ten years ago, to be rescued from myself. As fast as I can unhook Alexis Moody’s fingers from the flesh of my upper arm, I’m following Ben out the door and into the wintry night.

Meet the Author

Lauren Fox is the author of Still Life with Husband. She earned her MFA from the University of Minnesota in 1998, and her work has appeared in The New York Times, Marie Claire, Seventeen, Glamour, and Salon. She lives in Milwaukee with her husband and two daughters.

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Friends Like Us 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 43 reviews.
j-nic More than 1 year ago
I think Lauren Fox got bored with her own story and couldn't bother with trying to be witty any longer and just walked away. She came up with some line to end it even though there clearly could have been another chapter. It was cute but unfinished and that's just obnoxious. I hope she comes up with a sequel that explains what happens to them and sends it to us for free to make up being lazy with this one. If she doesn't, I will.
cindijan More than 1 year ago
This was a good book but I felt like it left you hanging. I thought there was more story to tell. Maybe there will be a sequel. I liked it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept me laughing (and apologizing for doing so outloud) the entire time. Really enjoyed all the hysterical commentary and kept me guessing until the very end. Buy it. Love it. Reread it. Promise.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a fast and easy read. Not a bad way to pass time. I recommend it if you are looking for something to read on the go and not necessarily looking for something to sit down and really sink your teeth into.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is very difficult to read this book because it is too detailed. It's like the author was so interested in all the tiny details she could cram into every sentence that she lost the plot. I don't need to read about bits of lettuce stuck in teeth or how sweaty and pimply everyone is. That is just unpleasant. I got bored halfway through the book and gave up. It's too bad because the beginning was very promising. The book needed a ton of editing that it did not get.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is very well written and witty. It's one of those books that you don't want to end. I highly recommend it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really witty writing, funny, kept me wanting more. I couldn't put this book down. I'm buying Lauren Fox's first novel next. I laughed at the little inside jokes from the characters, but it is also a tearjerker. A must-read. Loved it! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my typical style of book at all. Trying to expand my library & this was this month's choice for our book club. I have to say that i didnt enjoy this one at all honestly. Its never taken me this long to read a book EVER (3 weeks). It was totally boring to me, had a confusing beginning & worse ending. Definitely not comparable to a James Patterson best seller!
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jennifer_jane More than 1 year ago
The language is phenomenal, the characters are very well-developed, and it's a very insightful novel, though bittersweet. Friends Like Us had three main messages that touched my heart: friendships are precious and fragile, relationships are fleeting, and everyday decisions can impact ones life. Prepare to have your heart ripped out of your chest.
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Bianca--Why do you need us vamps its so early in rp its 9:00 AM in rl here its 8:46 PM. Sarah--Um okay, slaughter queen. Helping others rocks. Bianca--Oh please. You have as much rock and cool in you as a barf bag. Remember that time with the ba- Sarah--Dont! That blood felt so good three hours before the bumpy plane ride. *swallows hard* O negative? If I didnt know that was coming, the floor would be hideous and the taste in my mouth...
TiffanyHawk More than 1 year ago
This is a very deeply felt novel, far from the typical love triangle story where a perfect girl is in love with her evil friend’s perfect boyfriend. Fox achieves a very delicate balance in which each of her characters is well drawn and sympathetic, though none without fault. I especially appreciated that the friendships between the characters were at least as important, if not more so, than the romantic element. I thoroughly enjoyed Friends Like Us.
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I am a teacher and don't often find time to read for fun except in the summer. And when I get the time and choose a book I want it to be something that will take me away from my current life. This book does that and it is a very quick and easy read.
SarahtheShopper More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book because of all the great reviews and while it wasn't bad, it definitely wasn't great. If I could give this 3 1/2 stars, I would. The characters were well developed and the plot was pretty good but I didn't care for the ending.
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