Love the One You're With

Love the One You're With

by Emily Giffin

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ISBN-13: 9781250025395
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 02/26/2013
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 372
Sales rank: 70,555
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Emily Giffin is the author of several 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.

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Love the One You're With


By Emily Giffin

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2008 Emily Giffin
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-3774-0


CHAPTER 1

It happened exactly one hundred days after I married Andy, almost to the minute of our half-past-three o'clock ceremony. I know this fact not so much because I was an overeager newlywed keen on observing trivial relationship landmarks, but because I have a mild case of OCD that compels me to keep track of things. Typically, I count insignificant things, like the steps from my apartment to the nearest subway (341 in comfortable shoes, a dozen more in heels); the comically high occurrence of the phrase "amazing connection" in any given episode of The Bachelor (always in the double digits); the guys I've kissed in my thirty-three years (nine). Or, as it was on that rainy, cold afternoon in January, the number of days I had been married before I saw him smack-dab in the middle of the crosswalk of Eleventh and Broadway.

From the outside, say if you were a cabdriver watching frantic jaywalkers scramble to cross the street in the final seconds before the light changed, it was only a mundane, urban snapshot: two seeming strangers, with little in common but their flimsy black umbrellas, passing in an intersection, making fleeting eye contact, and exchanging stiff but not unfriendly hellos before moving on their way.

But inside was a very different story. Inside, I was reeling, churning, breathless as I made it onto the safety of the curb and into a virtually empty diner near Union Square. Like seeing a ghost, I thought, one of those expressions I've heard a thousand times but never fully registered until that moment. I closed my umbrella and unzipped my coat, my heart still pounding. As I watched a waitress wipe down a table with hard, expert strokes, I wondered why I was so startled by the encounter when there was something that seemed utterly inevitable about the moment. Not in any grand, destined sense; just in the quiet, stubborn way that unfinished business has of imposing its will on the unwilling.

After what seemed like a long time, the waitress noticed me standing behind the Please Wait to Be Seated sign and said, "Oh. I didn't see you there. Should've taken that sign down after the lunch crowd. Go ahead and sit anywhere."

Her expression struck me as so oddly empathetic that I wondered if she were a moonlighting clairvoyant, and actually considered confiding in her. Instead, I slid into a red vinyl booth in the back corner of the restaurant and vowed never to speak of it. To share my feelings with a friend would constitute an act of disloyalty to my husband. To tell my older and very cynical sister, Suzanne, might unleash a storm of caustic remarks about marriage and monogamy. To write of it in my journal would elevate its importance, something I was determined not to do. And to tell Andy would be some combination of stupid, self-destructive, and hurtful. I was bothered by the lie of omission, a black mark on our fledging marriage, but decided it was for the best.

"What can I get you?" the waitress, whose name tag read Annie, asked me. She had curly red hair and a smattering of freckles, and I thought, The sun will come out tomorrow.

I only wanted a coffee, but as a former waitress, remembered how deflating it was when people only ordered a beverage, even in a lull between meals, so I asked for a coffee and a poppy seed bagel with cream cheese.

"Sure thing," she said, giving me a pleasant nod.

I smiled and thanked her. Then, as she turned toward the kitchen, I exhaled and closed my eyes, focusing on one thing: how much I loved Andy. I loved everything about him, including the things that would have exasperated most girls. I found it endearing the way he had trouble remembering people's names (he routinely called my former boss Fred, instead of Frank) or the lyrics to even the most iconic songs ("Billie Jean is not my mother"). And I only shook my head and smiled when he gave the same bum in Bryant Park a dollar a day for nearly a year — a bum who was likely a Range Rover-driving con artist. I loved Andy's confidence and compassion. I loved his sunny personality that matched his boy-next-door, blond, blue-eyed good looks. I felt lucky to be with a man who, after six long years with me, still did the half-stand upon my return from the ladies' room and drew sloppy, asymmetrical hearts in the condensation of our bathroom mirror. Andy loved me, and I'm not ashamed to say that this topped my reasons of why we were together, of why I loved him back.

"Did you want your bagel toasted?" Annie shouted from behind the counter.

"Sure," I said, although I had no real preference.

I let my mind drift to the night of Andy's proposal in Vail, how he had pretended to drop his wallet so that he could, in what clearly had been a much-rehearsed maneuver, retrieve it and appear on bended knee. I remember sipping champagne, my ring sparkling in the firelight, as I thought, This is it. This is the moment every girl dreams of. This is the moment I have been dreaming of and planning for and counting on.

Annie brought my coffee, and I wrapped my hands around the hot, heavy mug. I raised it to my lips, took a long sip, and thought of our year-long engagement — a year of parties and showers and whirlwind wedding plans. Talk of tulle and tuxedos, of waltzes and white chocolate cake. All leading up to that magical night. I thought of our misty-eyed vows. Our first dance to "What a Wonderful World." The warm, witty toasts to us — speeches filled with clichés that were actually true in our case: perfect for each other ... true love ... meant to be.

I remembered our flight to Hawaii the following morning, how Andy and I had held hands in our first-class seats, laughing at all the small things that had gone awry on our big day: What part of "blend into the background" didn't the videographer get? Could it have rained any harder on the way to the reception? Had we ever seen his brother, James, so wasted? I thought of our sunset honeymoon strolls, the candlelit dinners, and one particularly vivid morning that Andy and I had spent lounging on a secluded, half-moon beach called Lumahai on the north shore of Kauai. With soft white sand and dramatic lava rocks protruding from turquoise water, it was the most breathtaking piece of earth I had ever seen. At one point, as I was admiring the view, Andy rested his Stephen Ambrose book on our oversized beach towel, took both of my hands in his, and kissed me. I kissed him back, memorizing the moment. The sound of the waves crashing, the feel of the cool sea breeze on my face, the scent of lemons mixed with our coconut suntan lotion. When we separated, I told Andy that I had never been so happy. It was the truth.

But the best part came after the wedding, after the honeymoon, after our practical gifts were unpacked in our tiny apartment in Murray Hill — and the impractical, fancy ones were relegated to our downtown storage unit. It came as we settled into our husband-and-wife routine. Casual, easy, and real. It came every morning, as we sipped our coffee and talked as we got ready for work. It came when his name popped into my inbox every few hours. It came at night as we shuffled through our delivery menus, contemplating what to have for dinner and proclaiming that one day soon we'd actually use our stove. It came with every foot massage, every kiss, every time we undressed together in the dark. I trained my mind on these details. All the details that comprised our first one hundred days together.

Yet by the time Annie brought my bagel, I was back in that intersection, my heart thudding again. I suddenly knew that in spite of how happy I was to be spending my life with Andy, I wouldn't soon forget that moment, that tightness in my throat as I saw his face again. Even though I desperately wanted to forget it. Especially because I wanted to.

I sheepishly glanced at my reflection in the mirrored wall beside my booth. I had no business worrying about my appearance, and even less business feeling triumphant upon the discovery that I was, against all odds on an afternoon of running errands in the rain, having an extraordinarily good hair day. I also had a rosy glow, but I told myself that it was only the cold that had flushed my cheeks. Nothing else.

And that's when my cell phone rang and I heard his voice. A voice I hadn't heard in eight years and sixteen days.

"Was that really you?" he asked me. His voice was even deeper than I remembered, but otherwise it was like stepping back in time. Like finishing a conversation only hours old.

"Yes," I said.

"So," he said. "You still have the same cell number."

Then, after a considerable silence, one I stubbornly refused to fill, he added, "I guess some things don't change."

"Yes," I said again.

Because as much as I didn't want to admit it, he was sure right about that.

CHAPTER 2

My favorite movie of all time is probably When Harry Met Sally. I love it for a lot of reasons — the good eighties feel to it, the quirky chemistry between Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan, the orgasm scene at Katz's Deli. But my favorite part is probably those little, old, twinkly-eyed couples, perched on the couch, telling their tales of how they met.

The very first time I saw the movie, I was fourteen years old, had never been kissed, and to use one of my sister Suzanne's favorite expressions, was in no hurry to get my panties in a wad over a boy. I had watched Suzanne fall hard for a number of boys, only to get her heart smashed in two, more often than I had my braces tightened, and there was nothing about the exercise that seemed like a particularly good time.

Still, I remember sitting in that over-air-conditioned theater, wondering where my future husband was at that moment in time — what he looked and sounded like. Was he on a first date, holding someone's hand with Jujubes and a large Sprite between them? Or was he much older, already in college and experienced in the ways of women and the world? Was he the star quarterback or the drummer in the marching band? Would I meet him on a flight to Paris? In a high-powered board-room? Or the produce aisle in the grocery store in my own hometown? I imagined us telling our story, over and over, our fingers laced together, just like those adoring couples on the big screen.

What I had yet to learn, though, is that things are seldom as neat and tidy as that starry-eyed anecdote you share documentary-style on a couch. What I figured out over time is that almost always, when you hear those stories from married couples, there is a little poetic license going on, a romantic spin, polished to a high shine over time. And unless you marry your high school sweetheart (and even sometimes then), there is usually a not-so-glorious back story. There are people and places and events that lead you to your final relationship, people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it — like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

But no matter what you call it, it seems that every couple has two stories — the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version, best left alone. Andy and I were no different. Andy and I had both.

Both stories, though, started the same way. They both started with a letter that arrived in the mail one stiflingly humid afternoon the summer after I graduated from high school — and just a few short weeks before I'd leave my hometown of Pittsburgh for Wake Forest University, the beautiful, brick school in North Carolina I had discovered in a college catalog and then selected after they offered me a generous scholarship. The letter contained all sorts of important details about curriculum, dorm living, and orientation. But, most important, it included my much-anticipated roommate assignment, typed neatly on a line of its own: Margaret "Margot" Elizabeth Hollinger Graham. I studied her name, along with her address and phone number in Atlanta, Georgia, feeling both intimidated and impressed. All the kids at my public high school had common names like Kim and Jen and Amy. I didn't know anyone with a name like Margot (that silent T got to me the most), and I definitely didn't know anyone with two middle names. I was sure that Margot from Atlanta would be one of the beautiful girls featured in Wake Forest's glossy brochures, the ones wearing pearl earrings and Laura Ashley floral print sundresses to football games. (I had only ever worn jeans and hooded sweatshirts to sporting events.) I was certain that she had a serious boyfriend, and imagined her ruthlessly dumping him by semester's end, moving on to one of the lanky, barefooted boys sporting Greek letters and tossing a Frisbee on the quad in those same brochures.

I remember running inside with that letter to tell Suzanne the news. Suzanne was a rising junior at Penn State and well-versed in the ways of roommates. I found her in our room, applying a thick layer of metallic blue eye liner while listening to Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" on her boom box.

I read Margot's full name aloud, and then shared my predictions in an accent right out of Steel Magnolias, my best frame of reference for the South. I even cleverly worked in white pillars, Scarlett O'Hara, and servants aplenty. Mostly I was joking, but I also felt a surge of anxiety that I had picked the wrong school. I should have stuck to Pitt or Penn State like the rest of my friends. I was going to be a fish out of water, a Yankee misfit.

I watched Suzanne step away from her full-length mirror, propped at an angle to minimize the freshman-fifteen she hadn't been able to shed, and say, "Your accents suck, Ellen. You sound like you're from England, not Atlanta ...And jeez, how 'bout giving the girl a chance? What if she assumed that you were a steel-town girl with no fashion sense?" She laughed and said, "Oh yeah ...she'd actually be right about that!"

"Very funny," I said, but couldn't help smiling. Ironically, my moody sister was at her most likable when she was ripping on me.

Suzanne kept laughing as she rewound her cassette and belted out, "I walked these streets, a loaded six string on my back!" Then she stopped in mid-lyric and said, "But, seriously, this girl could be, like, a farmer's daughter for all you know. And either way, you might really like her."

"Do farmer's daughters typically have four names?" I quipped.

"You never know," Suzanne said in her sage big-sister voice. "You just never know."

But my suspicions seemed confirmed when, a few days later, I received a letter from Margot written in perfect, adult handwriting on pale pink stationery. Her engraved silver monogram was the elaborate cursive kind, where the G of her last name was larger and flanked by the M and H. I wondered which rich relative she had slighted by overthrowing the E. The tone was effusive (eight exclamation points in all) yet also strangely businesslike. She said she couldn't wait to meet me. She had tried to call me several times but hadn't been able to reach me (we didn't have call-waiting or an answering machine, a fact that embarrassed me). She said she would bring a small refrigerator and her stereo (which played CDs; I still hadn't graduated from cassettes). She was hoping we could buy matching comforters. She had found some cute pink and sage green ones by Ralph Lauren, and offered to pick up two for us if I thought this sounded nice. But if I wasn't a pink person, we could always go with yellow and lavender, "a fine combination." Or turquoise and coral, "equally pleasing." She just wasn't wild about primary colors in interior designing, but was open to my suggestions. She told me she "truly" hoped that I would enjoy the rest of my summer and then signed the letter "Warmly, Margot," a closing that, oddly enough, seemed more cool and sophisticated than warm. I had only ever signed letters with "Love" or "Sincerely" but made a mental note to try "Warmly" on for size. It would be the first of many things I'd copy from Margot.

I worked up the courage to phone her the next afternoon, clutching a pen and pad in my hand to be sure I didn't miss anything, such as a suggestion that we coordinate our toiletries — keep everything in the pastel family.

The phone rang twice and then a male voice said hello. I assumed it was Margot's father, or perhaps it was the gardener in for a tall glass of freshly squeezed lemonade. In my most proper telephone voice, I asked to speak to Margot.

"She's over at the club, playing tennis," he replied.


(Continues...)

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Reading Group Guide

1. Ellen and Leo's meeting at the crosswalk is accidental—or it is fate? Do you believe in fate or destiny? How have fate and destiny played a role in your own life?

2. After running into Leo on the street, Ellen becomes very preoccupied with thoughts of him. Do you think that this is a normal reaction to running into someone you once loved? Do you feel that it is okay to maintain relationships with exes? Explain.

3. The Grahams' world is vastly different from the world in which Ellen grew up. Would you be attracted to the Grahams' world? Do you feel that a desire to leave Ellen's roots behind played a role in her initial friendship with Margot? Do you think it is possible to maintain a close friendship with someone from a much different background? Why or why not?

4. In many ways, Andy seems to be an ideal husband. He is thoughtful, considerate, successful. How do you feel about the fact that Ellen often questions her relationship with him? How do you feel when she compares Andy and Leo?

5. How is Leo different from Andy? Can you think of any ways in which they are similar? What do their similarities and differences say about Ellen? Are the two men reflections of truly different sides of her?

6. Margot was the first person to be supportive of Ellen's desire to be a photographer. Was Leo? Was Andy supportive of her career? Why or why not?

7. What do you think it says about Ellen that she likes to view the world through the lens of her camera?

8. Do you think that Ellen made the right decision by taking the offer to shoot Drake Watters? At what point do you feel Ellen should have told Andy about Leo's involvement with the Drake and/or Coney Island projects? Do you feel he would have been accepting if she had been straightforward with him? Do you think it is ever okay to withhold the truth from a spouse? Explain.

9. When Andy suggests the move to Atlanta, did you find yourself rooting for Ellen to agree—or hoping that she'd stay in New York? Do you feel she had good reasons for her decision?

10. What are your overall thoughts on Leo? Do you feel that he is genuine in what he says to Ellen throughout the book? Did your thoughts change at all as the story progressed?

11. Margot doesn't tell Ellen that Leo came back to the apartment to see her. She does this for Ellen's "own good." Do you agree? Do you see this as a betrayal or act of friendship—or both? If you were in Ellen's shoes, would you be angry?

12. In many friendships, there is a delicate balance of power. Whom do you feel has the power in Margot and Ellen's relationship? Does that balance of power shift? If so, what causes it to shift?

13. At Ellen and Andy's going away party, Margot recognizes Leo's byline in the magazine and puts the pieces together. How do you think Margot feels being caught between her loyalty to her best friend and her brother? Do you feel she handled her conflicting loyalties well throughout the book?

14. Describe the relationship between Ellen and her sister Suzanne. Do you think Suzanne has a positive or negative influence on Ellen and her decision-making? Do you feel Suzanne is a truer friend to Ellen than Margot? If so, how? If not, why not?

15. After the Coney Island shoot, Leo and Ellen go back to Leo's apartment and are interrupted by a phone call from Suzanne. Do you feel Ellen would have gone further with Leo had her sister not called when she did? Do you feel that Ellen had already cheated on Andy prior to this moment?

16. At what point does a relationship with another man become a true infidelity? When you share secrets with him? When there is physical contact? Do you believe Ellen cheated on Andy on the red-eye flight with Leo?

17. Throughout the book, did Leo give any warning signs that he wouldn't be good for Ellen? Do you feel Andy gave any warning signs that he also might not be good for Ellen?

18. Do you feel Ellen made the right decision at the end of the book? Were you surprised by her choice?

19. Do you think Ellen and Andy's relationship was changed by this experience? Do you think Ellen ever confesses what happened in Leo's apartment? Would you confess?

20. Discuss Ellen's revelation that love is a choice and not a surge of passion. Do you agree?

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readtolive_livetoread More than 1 year ago
The bottom line is that love, and the work it takes to make a committed relationship succeed, is a very messy process, one that many of us like to gloss over in hindsight. This book doesn't do that and I would argue that it's one of the most truthful depictions of that proces I've read in a long time. After I finished the final page, I was left wondering if the relationship that remained at the end of the book worked out in the long run. I am guessing that's the quesiton the author wanted to leave us to ponder. I found this book a bit difficult at first because the narrator seemed, I don't know, spineless in a way. How easily she acquiesced to her ex-boyfriend's proposal of being "friends," how she couldn't conjure up anger at what he did to her in the past, etc. This didn't seem particularly promising since the entire book is told from this woman's (seemingly) weak perspective. There is never a "repeat" when it comes to love stories. Even though the drama may have happened once or twice before (girl meets man, girl loves man, girl meets new man, girl loves new man, girl loves both men, girl has to choose) the storytelling that surrounds the drama is what makes a book good or not. Ms Giffin is talented in that she makes me care for her characters. Even though I want to strangle them for some of their decisions, I still care about them and really just want them to be happy in the end. This book keeps your interest pretty much the whole time. It is very relatable. I've read all of Emily Giffin's book and I love them all.
DEVILICIOUS More than 1 year ago
On the surface, Ellen Graham appears to have the perfect life. She has a successful career as a photographer and is married to Andy, an attorney, a good guy. Newly married, she runs into a seriously passionate ex who left her years before, an encounter that causes her to question everything she's done since. This is a story that takes place primarily in Ellen's head as she struggles to figure out whether the choices she made were the right ones even as she crosses all sorts of moral lines. But within that storyline, Giffin constructs something smart, thoughtful and relatable. You can only imagine the trouble this could cause! Happy reading! So worth your time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book wasn't bad, it just wasn't as good as Something Borrowed and Something Blue. The biggest problem I had with it was the lack of character development. All of the characters, including the narrator, were one-dimensional stereotypes. There wasn't one character that I really cared about, identified with, or felt like I "knew". I couldn't even envision what they looked like. The narrator, Ellen, isn't particularly interesting or likable, and that's a big problem. I got the impression that we are supposed to sympathize with Ellen, sort of like we sympathized with Darcy in Soemthing Blue. But unlike Darcy, Ellen doesn't have the personality, the character developemnt, or the appealing quirkiness to make us understand or care about her. She just comes across as an ungrateful b*tch who doesn't deserve the loving, wonderful husband that she has. The extent of her inexplicable obsession with her assh*le ex boyfriend (who is basically "Marcus" from Something Borrowed and Something Blue, but with a different name) was never really explained to my satisfaction, nor was there a compelling argument made for why "what they had" (which was basically an emotionally abusive and unsatisfying relationship based purely on sex) was worth risking her marriage for. The one good thing about this book is the character of Margot. I would like to see a book from her point of view, focusing on Margot, her husband, and their new baby but also touching on her friendship with Ellen and her feelings about Ellen cheating on her brother.
Scat30 More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite book ever. But I liked the overall theme. It is not as enjoyable as Something Borrowed and Something Blue. I really didn't like all of the flashbacks because it seemed like it was draging on forever. I didn't really like the main character in this book, she was very annoying at times. This book gets quite boring at times, I couldn't wait for it to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved Emily Giffin's previous works. I found the charactors funny, likeable, and relatable. However, I was completely sick of Ellen about a third of the way in. I read this book in just two days, but not because I couldn't put it down. It was because I just wanted it to be over. I didn't find Ellen funny or endearing, and quiet frankly, I thought she was a selfish person. Yes, we all have to make decisions in life, but she should have explored these feelings before she got married, not after. It was very tough to emphasize with her self destructive, immature behavior. I didn't find this book suspensful at all, just annoying.
BetseyJoJo More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. It was very romantic at times. You can't help but understand what the main character is going through. It was intriguing the whole way through. Finished it in less than a week! If you liked her other books, you'll definately love this one!!
YoungMomOf4 More than 1 year ago
LOVE Emily Giffin. I have taken all her books to the beach this summer and have fallen in love with all the characters. Awesome, easy reads.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just lile all the rest of Giffin's books.. amazing!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Leo is a taker and her husband is supporting partner. I never have loved characters that have extreme hero worship for a man. Ellen is fixated on a man that essentialy was bad for her emotionaly and professionaly. I just didn't like this book as much as other of her books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was one of the hardest books to read initially since it was tough to feel any sort of bond with Ellen, but in the end I wasn't as disheartened by the story as I thought I would be. You always want life to have a happy ending with everything tied up in a neat bow. This book makes you think about the would ofs and could ofs if life had only played out a little differently. Unfortunately I think part of that has to do with the key player making her decisions and the repurcussions that they have later in life. A decent book in the end but not a great one in my opinion.
kz More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, just like I loved all of her other books. I like the style of writing. I like how the story could have happened to someone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Emily Giffin's fourth novel, LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH, Ellen has a wonderful life with her husband Andy. She has a successful career as a photographer and she truly believes her life to be perfect. But after a chance encounter with her ex, Leo, Ellen's life goes into a tail spin. For Ellen, Leo was 'the one who got away,' and his reappearance in her life makes Ellen question everything about the life she's chosen. What makes LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH stand out for me is the writing. Emily's writing never disappoints-- she has a way of infusing so much feeling into every scene. She's not afraid to make her characters unlikeable and is able to make her readers fall in love with them, despite their flaws or bad decisions. Most of all, this book will make you think about your life and the decisions that you've made. I read LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH in two days (okay, so I've read *all* of Emily's novels in two days!). Whether you like Ellen or not, whether you respect her choices or begin yelling at the book because of what she's done, you'll find this book to be utterly un-put-downable.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ellen Graham is happy. She's newly married to Andy, a successful photographer and has the love and support of her family. She doesn't question her life or the choices she has made that led her to her current life. That is until, one brief moment, she sees Leo. Just like that her past becomes an unwelcoming invasion in the present. Ellen quickly finds herself at a crossroad. The 'what if' question quickly turns into an obsession as she finds herself constantly comparing her life with Andy to what she think life would be like with Leo. Despite the warnings her head tells her about starting a friendship with Leo, she accepts a photography assignment that he set up for her. Agreeing to the shoot, will force her to finally make a decision about her marriage and the woman she really is. I really liked this book. I have to admit, I put off reading it because so many people told me how disappointed they were with it because it wasn't as good as Something Borrowed and Something Blue. I have to say, I disagree. The reason I liked Ms. Giffin's early novels was it seemed as though the characters were telling me their stories instead of me reading them. This is how I felt while reading this book. I pictured Ellen and I catching up, over a long lunch, after not seeing each other for awhile and she wanted to inform me about her life. Ms. Giffin is very descriptive in her writing, which I thought only added to the richness of this novel. It is quite easy to judge Ellen and wonder why she makes the decisions she does. To her, it makes sense. She needed to confirm she made the right choice. She needed to move on. Love the One You're With is about walking down the path of 'what if' when it unexpectedly comes your way, however, it's also about feeling secure that the decisions you made in the past were the best decisions for you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book makes you value and appreciate the one you're with.
ReadingMakesMeHappy More than 1 year ago
I loved all of Emily Giffen's other novels but I just couldn't love, "Love the One You're With" because of the main character. She came across as shallow and selfish. She just couldn't appreciate the wonderful people who surround her. The story was well written but the story itself was not enjoyable to me. It took me a while to read the book because of how much Ellen irrated me. I was moderately satisfied with the end but felt it took too long for the resolution to come about. It also bothered me that it only took Ellen about two minutes to stop torturing herself and the other's around her. I love this author and look forward to her next novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed in this book after reading Something Borrowed and Something Blue, both of which we page turners. I was interested enough to hang in there to see how it turned out, but there were a couple times I had to make myself keep going.
heike6 on LibraryThing 4 days ago
Completely predictable, but still enjoyable.
mysteena on LibraryThing 4 days ago
An airport splurge--should have skipped it. Total fluff and not even enjoyable fluff at that. I expected better from her, as I did like a couple of her other books. Don't bother.
laws on LibraryThing 4 days ago
I hvae read all of Emily Giffin's books but this was by far the best one I have read yet. It only took me a day and a half to finish. Ellen reminded me of myself when I was 19/20. It made me all the more want to finish the book and see who Ellen ended up with.Ellen is married to Andy,and has been friends with Andy's sister since college. Ellen is very close to Andy's family. Ellen and Andy have a good marriage . They live in NYC. One day Ellen runs into her old boyfriend, Leo, who she has not seen/talked to in over 8 years. This brings back deep seated memories for Ellen esp. how things ended between her and leo. Ellen starts to get question her life and marriage and nearly comes close to having an affair but just as Ellen is about to kiss Leo, her cell phone rings. It is her sister Suzanne calling with important news and saving Ellen from making a terrible mistake with Leo again. Sometimes thoings and the past is better left there. Appreciate what you have have and don't look or go back. " Instead, I hold that deep within myself, as a reminder that love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together". Page 342
scd87 on LibraryThing 4 days ago
What can I say? I don't usually read chick lit, but the premise of this book appealed to me. Who doesn't love the intrigue of the one who got away? This is a typical girly book, full of sentiment and stereotypical characters. However, I appreciated the fact that the main character, Ellen, was not one of those materialistic, self-centred protagonists typical of chick lit. Overall, I would definitely recommend this quick read to lovers of chick lit, or someone who needs a light summer, looking to escape for a while.
bachaney on LibraryThing 4 days ago
Love the One You're With, Emily Giffin's fourth novel, is in familiar territory for the author. The main character, Ellen, is in her 30s, married, and without children. Ellen has a crisis when 100 days after her marriage to "Mr. Perfect" Andy she runs into her ex boyfriend Leo on the street. Ellen nearly throws it all away as she decides if she wants to "Love the One She's With". Like Ms. Giffin's other novels, this book is well written and an enjoyable read. I liked that she introduced one of the characters, Hilary, from Something Borrowed as a tangential reference to her earlier work. Ellen is overall an enjoyable character to spend a couple of hundred pages with, even if you do occasionally wonder if she's lost her marbles--I mean, who agrees to move 800 miles on a whim? However, most of the other characters in this novel are total types, so it makes it really hard to get invested and root for them. Andy is "Mr. Perfect" Southerner, Leo is the "hunky artist", and Ellen's best friend Margot is the southern debutante. Even Ellen's sister--the sarcastic voice of reason--is typecast as a typical flight attendant. The novel would have been much more enjoyable if these characters had been a bit more rounded, making them real people instead of caricatures. Overall, Love the One You're With was an enjoyable summer read. It was a quick read but still funny and smart (as is Ms. Giffin's way). I would recommend this to anyone looking for some good summer chick lit fun. But be warned, this is not the best there is.
picklechic on LibraryThing 4 days ago
Love The One You're With by Emily Giffin is the story of Ellen, a woman who is a happily married newlywed, or so she thought, until she runs into her ex-boyfriend and can't get him out of her head. Ellen has to decide whether to choose to stay with her husband, a perfectly nice guy who is oblivious to her dilemma, and the one that got away, who is kind of a jerk. The story is meant be light hearted and funny, but, although I wanted Ellen to be happy, her problem had me frustrated with her and uncomfortable with her possibly choosing her ex over her sweet husband. I did enjoy the book and I am a big fan of Giffin's writing, I just was a little disappointed because I had been looking forward to reading the book for a while and felt slightly let down. It was a good book and I did enjoy it, I just didn't feel it was quite as good as Giffin's other books. I recommend this to anyone who enjoys chick lit or books written by Emily Giffin. 4 stars.
bearette24 on LibraryThing 4 days ago
I thought this was really well done. At first, I thought the plot -- ex-boyfriend v. husband -- was old and tired. But Giffin always brings a very nuanced eye to her books, and her character development (particularly with the female characters), was wonderful as always. You forget that they are not real people. I think she also did a great deal of research into photography to make the protagonist's career convincing.I won't give away the plot -- basically, Ellen is married to Andy, then runs into heartbreaker Leo, who starts e-mailing her -- but it yielded a number of interesting insights. The book was a great ride, and a return to form after the somewhat disappointing Baby Proof.
lilypink on LibraryThing 4 days ago
I really liked this book because I could identify with the main character. That is what I love about Emily Giffin books - I can always put myself in the shoes of her characters. Overall, I thought the story itself was okay - nothing too exciting and the ending seemed to wrap everything up a little too quickly. But overall a good book I could not put down!