From the acclaimed author of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and After I Do comes a breathtaking new novel about a young woman whose fate hinges on the choice she makes after bumping into an old flame; in alternating chapters, we see two possible scenarios unfold—with stunningly different results.
At the age of twenty-nine, Hannah Martin still has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She has lived in six different cities and held countless meaningless jobs since graduating college. On the heels of leaving yet another city, Hannah moves back to her hometown of Los Angeles and takes up residence in her best friend Gabby’s guestroom. Shortly after getting back to town, Hannah goes out to a bar one night with Gabby and meets up with her high school boyfriend, Ethan.
Just after midnight, Gabby asks Hannah if she’s ready to go. A moment later, Ethan offers to give her a ride later if she wants to stay. Hannah hesitates. What happens if she leaves with Gabby? What happens if she leaves with Ethan?
In concurrent storylines, Hannah lives out the effects of each decision. Quickly, these parallel universes develop into radically different stories with large-scale consequences for Hannah, as well as the people around her. As the two alternate realities run their course, Maybe in Another Life raises questions about fate and true love: Is anything meant to be? How much in our life is determined by chance? And perhaps, most compellingly: Is there such a thing as a soul mate?
Hannah believes there is. And, in both worlds, she believes she’s found him.
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Maybe in Another Life
When I come out of the gate, Gabby is holding up a sign that says “Hannah Marie Martin,” as if I wouldn’t recognize her, as if I wouldn’t know she was my ride.
I run toward her, and as I get closer, I can see that she has drawn a picture of me next to my name. It is a crude sketch but not altogether terrible. The Hannah of her drawing has big eyes and long lashes, a tiny nose, and a line for a mouth. On the top of my head is hair drawn dramatically in a high bun. The only thing of note drawn on my stick-figure body is an oversized pair of boobs.
It’s not necessarily how I see myself, but I admit, if you reduced me to a caricature, I’d be big boobs and a high bun. Sort of like how Mickey Mouse is round ears and gloved hands or how Michael Jackson is white socks and black loafers.
I’d much rather be depicted with my dark brown hair and my light green eyes, but I understand that you can’t really do much with color when you’re drawing with a Bic pen.
Even though I haven’t visited Gabby in person since her wedding day two years ago, I have seen her every Sunday morning of the recent past. We video-chat no matter what we have to do that day or how hungover one of us is feeling. It is, in some ways, the most reliable thing in my life.
Gabby is tiny and twiglike. Her hair is kept cropped close in a bob, and there’s no extra fat on her, not an inch to spare. When I hug her, I remember how odd it is to hug someone so much smaller than I am, how different the two of us seem at first glance. I am tall, curvy, and white. She is short, thin, and black.
She doesn’t have any makeup on, and yet she is one of the prettiest women here. I don’t tell her that, because I know what she’d say. She’d say that’s irrelevant. She’d say we shouldn’t be complimenting each other on our looks or competing with each other over who is prettier. She’s got a point, so I keep it to myself.
I have known Gabby since we were both fourteen years old. We sat next to each other in earth science class the first day of high school. The friendship was fast and everlasting. We were Gabby and Hannah, Hannah and Gabby, one name rarely mentioned without the other in tow.
I moved in with her and her parents, Carl and Tina, when my family left for London. Carl and Tina treated me as if I were their own. They coached me through applying for schools, made sure I did my homework, and kept me on a curfew. Carl routinely tried to persuade me to become a doctor, like him and his father. By then, he knew that Gabby wouldn’t follow on his path. She already knew she wanted to work in public service. I think Carl figured I was his last shot. But Tina instead encouraged me to find my own way. Unfortunately, I’m still not sure what that way is. But back then, I just assumed it would all fall into place, that the big things in life would take care of themselves.
After we went off to college, Gabby in Chicago, myself in Boston, we still talked all the time but started to find new lives for ourselves. Freshman year, she became friends with another black student at her school named Vanessa. Gabby would tell me about their trips to the nearby mall and the parties they went to. I’d have been lying if I said I wasn’t nervous back then, in some small way, that Vanessa would become closer to Gabby than I ever could, that Vanessa could share something with Gabby that I was not a part of.
I asked Gabby about it over the phone once. I was lying in my dorm room on my twin XL bed, the phone sweaty and hot on my ear from our already-hours-long conversation.
“Do you feel like Vanessa understands you better than I do?” I asked her. “Because you’re both black?” The minute the question came out of my mouth, I was embarrassed. It had seemed reasonable in my head but sounded irrational coming out of my mouth. If words were things, I would have rushed to pluck them out of the air and put them back in my mouth.
Gabby laughed at me. “Do you think white people understand you more than I do just because they’re white?”
“No,” I said. “Of course not.”
“So be quiet,” Gabby said.
And I did. If there is one thing I love about Gabby, it is that she has always known when I should be quiet. She is, in fact, the only person who often proves to know me better than I know myself.
“Let me guess,” she says now, as she takes my carry-on bag out of my hand, a gentlemanly gesture. “We’re going to need to rent one of those baggage carts to get all of your stuff.”
I laugh. “In my defense, I am moving across the country,” I say.
I long ago stopped buying furniture or large items. I tend to sublet furnished apartments. You learn after one or two moves that buying an IKEA bed, putting it together, and then breaking it down and selling it for fifty bucks six months later is a waste of time and money. But I do still have things, some of which have survived multiple cross-country trips. It would feel callous to let go of them now.
“I’m going to guess there’s at least four bottles of Orange Ginger body lotion in here,” Gabby says as she grabs one of my bags off the carousel.
I shake my head. “Only the one. I’m running low.”
I started using body lotion somewhere around the time she and I met. We would go to the mall together and smell all the lotions in all the different stores. But every time, I kept buying the same one. Orange Ginger. At one point, I had seven bottles of the stuff stocked up.
We grab the rest of my bags from the carousel and pack them one after another onto the cart, the two of us pushing with all our might across the lanes of airport traffic and into the parking structure. We load them into her tiny car and then settle into our seats.
We make small talk as she makes her way out of the garage and navigates the streets leading us to the freeway. She asks about my flight and how it felt to leave New York. She apologizes that her guest room is small. I tell her not to be ridiculous, and I thank her again for letting me stay.
The repetition of history is not lost on me. It’s more than a decade later, and I am once again staying in Gabby’s guest room. It’s been more than ten years, and yet I am still floating from place to place, relying on the kindness of Gabby and her family. This time, it’s Gabby and her husband, Mark, instead of Gabby and her parents. But if anything, that just highlights the difference between the two of us, how much Gabby has changed since then and how much I have not. Gabby’s the VP of Development at a nonprofit that works with at-risk teenagers. I’m a waitress. And not a particularly good one.
Once Gabby is flying down the freeway, once driving no longer takes her attention, or maybe once she is going so fast she knows I can’t jump out of the car, she asks what she has been dying to ask since I hugged her hello. “So what happened? Did you tell him you were leaving?”
I sigh loudly and look out the window. “He knows not to contact me,” I say. “He knows I don’t want to see him ever again. So I suppose it doesn’t really matter where he thinks I am.”
Gabby looks straight ahead at the road, but I see her nod, pleased with me.
I need her approval right now. Her opinion of me is currently a better litmus test than my own. It’s been a little rough going lately. And while I know Gabby will always love me, I also know that as of late, I have tested her unconditional support.
Mostly because I started sleeping with a married man.
I didn’t know he was married at first. And for some reason, I thought that meant it was OK. He never admitted he was married. He never wore a wedding ring. He didn’t even have a paler shade of skin around his ring finger, the way magazines tell you married men will. He was a liar. A good one, at that. And even though I suspected the truth, I thought that if he never said it, if he never admitted it to my face, then I wasn’t accountable for the fact that it was true.
I suspected something was up when he once didn’t answer my calls for six days and then finally called me back acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I suspected there was another woman when he refused to let me use his phone. I suspected that I was, in fact, the other woman when we ran into a coworker of his at a restaurant in SoHo, and rather than introduce me to the man, Michael told me I had something in my teeth and that I should go to the bathroom to get it out. I did go to the bathroom. And I found nothing there. But if I’m being honest, I also found it hard to look at myself in the mirror for more than a few seconds before going back out there and pretending I didn’t know what he was trying to do.
And Gabby, of course, knew all of this. I was admitting it to her at the same rate I was admitting it to myself.
“I think he’s married,” I finally said to her a month or so ago. I was sitting in bed, still in my pajamas, talking to her on my laptop, and fixing my bun.
I watched as Gabby’s pixelated face frowned. “I told you he was married,” she said, her patience wearing thin. “I told you this three weeks ago. I told you that you need to stop this. Because it’s wrong. And because that is some woman’s husband. And because you shouldn’t allow a man to treat you like a mistress. I told you all of this.”
“I know, but I really didn’t think he was married. He would have told me if he was. You know? So I didn’t think he was. And I’m not going to ask him, because that’s so insulting, isn’t it?” That was my rationale. I didn’t want to insult him.
“You need to cut this crap out, Hannah. I’m serious. You are a wonderful person who has a lot to offer the world. But this is wrong. And you know it.”
I listened to her. And then I let all of her advice fly right through my head and out into the wind. As if it was meant for someone else and wasn’t mine to hold on to.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t think you’re right about this. Michael and I met at a bar in Bushwick on a Wednesday night. I never go to Bushwick. And I rarely go out on a Wednesday night. And neither does he! What are the odds of that? That two people would come together like that?”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Why would I be joking? I’m talking about fate here. Honestly. Let’s say he is married . . .”
“We don’t know that. But let’s say that he is.”
“Let’s say that he is. That doesn’t mean that we weren’t fated to meet. For all we know, I’m just playing out the natural course of destiny here. Maybe he’s married and that’s OK because it’s how things were meant to be.”
I could tell Gabby was disappointed in me. I could see it in her eyebrows and the turn of her lips.
“Look, I don’t even know that he’s married,” I said. But I did. I did know it. And because I knew it, I had to run as far away from it as I could. So I said, “You know, Gabby, even if he is married, that doesn’t mean I’m not better for him than this other person. All’s fair in love and war.”
Two weeks later, his wife found out about me and called me screaming.
He’d done this before.
She’d found two others.
And did I know they had two children?
I did not know that.
It’s very easy to rationalize what you’re doing when you don’t know the faces and the names of the people you might hurt. It’s very easy to choose yourself over someone else when it’s an abstract.
And I think that’s why I kept everything abstract.
I had been playing the “Well, But” game. The “We Don’t Know That for Sure” game. The “Even So” game. I had been viewing the truth through my own little lens, one that was narrow and rose-colored.
And then, suddenly, it was as if the lens fell from my face, and I could suddenly see, in staggering black-and-white, what I had been doing.
Does it matter that once I faced the truth I behaved honorably? Does it matter that once I heard his wife’s voice, once I knew the names of his children, I never spoke to him again?
Does it matter that I can see, clear as day, my own culpability and that I feel deep remorse? That a small part of me hates myself for relying on willful ignorance to justify what I suspected was wrong?
Gabby thinks it does. She thinks it redeems me. I’m not so sure.
Once Michael was out of my life, I realized I didn’t have much else going for me in New York. The winter was harsh and cold and only seemed to emphasize further how alone I was in a city of millions. I called my parents and my sister, Sarah, a lot that first week after breaking up with Michael, not to talk about my problems but to hear friendly voices. I often got their voice mails. They always called me back. They always do. But I could never seem to accurately guess when they might be available. And very often, with the time difference, we had only a small sliver of time to catch one another.
Last week, everything just started to pile up. The girl whose apartment I was subletting gave me two weeks’ notice that she needed the apartment back. My boss at work hit on me and implied that better shifts went to women who showed cleavage. I got stuck on the G train for an hour and forty-five minutes when a train broke down at Greenpoint Avenue. Michael kept calling me and leaving voice mails asking to explain himself, telling me that he wanted to leave his wife for me, and I was embarrassed to admit that it made me feel better even as it made me feel absolutely terrible.
So I called Gabby. And I cried. I admitted that things were harder in New York than I had ever let on. I admitted that this wasn’t working, that my life was not shaping up the way I’d wanted it to. I told her I needed to change.
And she said, “Come home.”
It took me a minute before I realized she meant that I should move back to Los Angeles. That’s how long it’s been since I thought of my hometown as home.
“To L.A.?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Come home.”
“You know, Ethan is there,” I said. “He moved back a few years ago, I think.”
“So you’ll see him,” Gabby said. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing that happened to you. Getting back together with a good guy.”
“It is warmer there,” I said, looking out my tiny window at the dirty snow on the street below me.
“It was seventy-two the other day,” she said.
“But changing cities doesn’t solve the larger problem,” I said, for maybe the first time in my life. “I mean, I need to change.”
“I know,” she said. “Come home. Change here.”
It was the first time in a long time that something made sense.
Now Gabby grabs my hand for a moment and squeezes it, keeping her eye on the road. “I’m proud of you that you’re taking control of your life,” she says. “Just by getting on the plane this morning, you’re getting your life together.”
“You think so?” I ask.
She nods. “I think Los Angeles will be good for you. Don’t you? Returning to your roots. It’s a crime we’ve lived so far apart for so many years. You’re correcting an injustice.”
I laugh. I’m trying to see this move as a victory instead of a defeat.
Finally, we pull onto Gabby’s street, and she parks her car at the curb.
We are in front of a complex on a steep, hilly street. Gabby and Mark bought a townhouse last year. I look at the addresses on the row of houses and search for the number four, to see which one is theirs. I may not have been here before, but I’ve been sending cards, baked goods, and various gifts to Gabby for months. I know her address by heart. Just as I catch the number on the door in the glow of the streetlight, I see Mark come out and walk toward us.
Mark is a tall, conventionally handsome man. Very physically strong, very traditionally male. I’ve always had a penchant for guys with pretty eyes and five o’clock shadows, and I thought Gabby did, too. But she ended up with Mark, the poster boy for clean-cut and stable. He’s the kind of guy who goes to the gym for health reasons. I have never done that.
I open my car door and grab one of my bags. Gabby grabs another. Mark meets us at the car. “Hannah!” he says as he gives me a big hug. “It is so nice to see you.” He takes the rest of the bags out of the car, and we head into the house. I look around their living room. It’s a lot of neutrals and wood finishes. Safe but gorgeous.
“Your room is upstairs,” she says, and the three of us walk up the tight staircase to the second floor. There is a master bedroom and a bedroom across the hall.
Gabby and Mark lead me into the guest room, and we put all the bags down.
It’s a small room but big enough for just me. There’s a double bed with a billowy white comforter, a desk, and a dresser.
It’s late, and I am sure both Gabby and Mark are tired, so I do my best to be quick.
“You guys go ahead to bed. I can get myself settled,” I say.
“You sure?” Gabby asks.
Mark gives me a hug and heads to their bedroom. Gabby tells him she’ll be there in a moment.
“I’m really happy you’re here,” she says to me. “In all of your city hopping, I always hoped you’d come back. At least for a little while. I like having you close by.”
“Well, you got me,” I tell her, smiling. “Perhaps even closer than you were thinking.”
“Don’t be silly,” she says. “Live in my guest room until we’re both ninety years old, as far as I’m concerned.” She gives me a hug and heads to her room. “If you wake up before we do, feel free to start the coffee.”
After I hear the bedroom door shut, I grab my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom.
The light in here is bright and unforgiving; some might even go so far as to describe it as harsh. There’s a magnifying mirror by the sink. I grab it and pull it toward my face. I can tell I need to get my eyebrows waxed, but overall, there isn’t too much to complain about. As I start to push the mirror back into place, the view grazes the outside of my left eye.
I pull on my skin, somewhat in denial of what I’m seeing. I let it bounce back into shape. I stare and inspect.
I have the beginnings of crow’s-feet.
I have no apartment and no job. I have no steady relationship or even a city to call home. I have no idea what I want to be doing with my life, no idea what my purpose is, and no real sign of a life goal. And yet time has found me. The years I’ve spent dilly-dallying around at different jobs in different cities show on my face.
I have wrinkles.
I let go of the mirror. I brush my teeth. I wash my face. I resolve to buy night cream and start wearing sunscreen. And then I turn down the covers and get into bed.
My life may be a little bit of a disaster. I may not make the best decisions sometimes. But I am not going to lie here and stare at the ceiling, worrying the night away.
Instead, I go to sleep soundly, believing I will do better tomorrow. Things will be better tomorrow. I’ll figure this all out tomorrow.
Tomorrow is, for me, a brand-new day.
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for Maybe in Another Life includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
At the age of twenty-nine, Hannah Martin still has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She has lived in six different cities and held countless meaningless jobs since college, but on the heels of a disastrous breakup, she has finally returned to her hometown of Los Angeles. To celebrate her first night back, her best friend, Gabby, takes Hannah out to a bar—where she meets up with her high school boyfriend, Ethan.
It’s just past midnight when Gabby asks Hannah if she’s ready to go. Ethan quickly offers to give her a ride later if she wants to stay.
What happens if she leaves with Gabby?
What happens if she leaves with Ethan?
In concurrent storylines, Hannah lives out the effects of each decision. Quickly, these parallel universes develop into surprisingly different stories with far-reaching consequences for Hannah and the people around her, raising questions including: Is anything meant to be? How much in our life is determined by chance? And perhaps, most compellingly: is there such a thing as a soul mate?
Hannah believes there is. And, in both worlds, she believes she’s found him.
Questions and Topics of Discussion
1. Hannah opens the novel needing to find a sense of home, and a renewed, stronger sense of self. Does she find both of these things by the novel’s conclusion? Are they different in each ending, or more or less the same?
2. Hannah has a complicated and somewhat distant relationship with her family after they move to London. Hannah’s dad admits, “Your mother and I realized we had made a huge mistake not bringing you with us. We never should have let you stay in Los Angeles. Never should have left you” (page 125). What do you think about this statement? What does Hannah’s reaction to this confession indicate to you?
3. Why do you think Gabby makes such an effort to spell out her feminism?
4. There are some choices that Hannah faces in both of her stories. Can you identify these? Discuss whether her ultimate decisions differ or are the same in each plot thread. What is their significance?
5. Turn to p. 194 and reread the conversation Hannah has with Ethan from her hospital bed. What do you make of her statement, “Whatever would have happened wasn’t supposed to happen” (page 165)? Do you agree with Hannah that believing we’re all destined for something makes it easier to bear the harder moments?
6. Hannah says, “I’m starting to think maybe you just pick a place and stay there. You pick a career and do it. You pick a person and commit to him” (page 210). Is this idea—that sometimes, you just have to make a decision and stick with it—mutually exclusive with any notion of fate or destiny?
7. Reread Gabby and Hannah’s conversation about soul mates (pages 208–210). Do you agree with Hannah when she says that sometimes you can just tell about a person? Have you ever had a person about whom you felt you could just tell?
8. While on the surface, the novel may seem to focus on which man Hannah will end up with, there are several types of love explored in Maybe in Another Life. Discuss these as a group. Which of the many relationships depicted was your favorite? How did they change and grow in each storyline?
9. Mark tries to defend his decision to leave Gabby by saying, “I didn’t mean for it to happen. But when you have that kind of connection with someone, nothing can stand in its way” (page 273). What do you think about this? Do you agree with Hannah’s belief that “your actions in love are not an exception to who you are. They are in fact the very definition of who you are” (page 274)? How does this jibe with the idea that sometimes you can just tell someone is right for you?
10. Did you believe in fate when you started the novel? Did the novel change, challenge, or uphold your opinion?
11. Certainly some of the characters, including Hannah at times, believe in fate. Do you think the book itself suggests that fate exists? What about soul mates?
12. Did you find yourself rooting for one ending versus the other? Do you have an opinion on whether Hannah should have ended up with Henry or with Ethan? If you were Hannah, which ending would you have wanted for yourself?
13. Think about the statement that Jesse makes at the end of the novel: “Everything that is possible happens” (page 330). If that’s true, what do other versions of your life look like?
Enhance Your Book Club
1. Hannah has a special love for cinnamon rolls. In honor of her, make (or buy from your favorite bakery) some cinnamon rolls for your book club.
2. The 1998 movie Sliding Doors (starring Gwyneth Paltrow) takes a similar premise as Maybe in Another Life, and examines how one woman’s life differs based on whether or not she catches a train. Watch the film as a group, and discuss how its portrayal of two possible outcomes for one woman’s life differs from Hannah’s story. Are the two projects making the same point or contrasting ones?
3. Taylor Jenkins Reid is the author of two other novels, Forever, Interrupted and After I Do. Pick one to read as a group and compare and contrast it with Maybe in Another Life. What do Reid’s earlier books have to say about fate and soul mates?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A good read and very intersting. I did enjoy it. It was thought provoking and fun. Did get annoyed at times with the main character. She said she was 29 and sometimes I seemed in her teens as clueless as she could be. Anyhoo,I have read 3 of these authors books and enjoyed them. The first one probably most. I will continue to read her work.
YOU WILL LOVE THIS BOOK!!!!!!!
Maybe in Another Life screams Sliding Doors. If you've never watched Sliding Doors, it's a 1998 movie about a girl who's life takes two very different paths depending on one happenstance: She catches the train or the train doors shut a second too soon and she misses it. Maybe in Another Life also follows a character who's life alternates between two parallel universes based on one choice. I found this book to be sweet, funny, but also surprisingly stressful at times. As is true in real life, our heroine had some curve-balls thrown at her that she was totally unprepared for. They hurt and it was sad to see such a likable heroine suffer, but all the cinnamon rolls made up for it I guess! According to an online interview with the author Taylor Jenkins Reid, fate, chance, and soul mates are this story's most important themes...and it was no surprise to learn that Sliding Doors was indeed a strong inspiration for this book. I enjoyed Maybe in Another Life very much. I liked how Ms. Reid used this novel to stress that despite the endless number of decisions we will make in our lifetime, it will all work out the way it's supposed to. This theme instantly made me think of a motivational clip I found on youtube of Oprah discussing destiny. She talks about how there are no mistakes, there are no wrong paths, everything leads to the place you are meant to be. Gives me chills every time. So...relax. It's going to be OK :) My favorite quote: “When you sit there and wish things had happened differently, you can’t just wish away the bad stuff. You have to think about all the good stuff you might lose, too. Better just to stay in the now and focus on what you can do better in the future.”
This book was such a fun read. Hannah moves back to L.A. after city-hopping for many years. Her best friend Gabby throws her a welcome home party, and her ex-boyfriend Ethan attends. They broke up when he went to college, and she was still in high school, and they always knew the timing just wasn't right. What will happen if Hannah leaves the party with him? This is where the book splits. In one path, Hannah goes home with Ethan. In the other, she goes home with Gabby and her husband, Mark. The stories unfold then in alternating chapters. I thought it might be confusing to read, but it wasn't at all. I love seeing how things turn out for Hannah in each scenario. I loved the parallels between the stories, down to the small details and things that are discussed between characters in each path. It was so well thought out, and very well executed. The writing was light and easy to read despite the sometimes heavy content. I really enjoyed this book! http://www.momsradius.com/2016/05/book-review-maybe-in-another-life.html
Maybe in Another Life is a story like no other. I love how TJR leaves you reeling when you finish reading her books. This book is packed with so many emotions and you can’t help but to become reflective about your life once you have finished it. Is there really a right or wrong choice in life? What could have happened if perhaps you had made different decisions along the way in life? This is one of my top reads of 2016 so far and I highly recommend it!
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Truly the perfect "beach read" or "fireplace read". Such a darling story and although I was worried about the dual story line of what would happen if Hannah made one decision differently, I actually really enjoyed it. You don't have to think too hard, you'll laugh and smile and love all of the characters. Such a great, easy, fun read.
check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings Taylor Jenkins Reid is by far an entertaining author, I don't know how she does it, but I can read her books in just two sittings and regret flying through them every time! The main character Hannah Martin returns to her home town of LA to regroup and try to find her home as she has spent the last few years hoping from city to city and never feeling settled. Her first night home she goes out with friends and she has to make a decision - go home with her best friend or stay at the bar with an ex boyfriend/best friend. This book lets the reader see what would happen in each of these scenarios and I loved it! I love thinking about the small decisions that you make EACH day and how if you made a very small change to that decision and went the other way your life could go down a completely different path and it could still be a good life, but it would be a different life. The book alternated chapters with one path and the other and the first few switches were hard, but as her two paths start going down very different roads it was easy to switch back and forth. I loved how you can see not only how her decision affected her own life, but the lives around her.
I just loved the ending (or maybe I should say endings) to Maybe in Another Life. This book was such a unique reading experience. Once again, Taylor Jenkins Reid takes readers on an emotional journey with characters that left me with a smile on my face. Hannah Martin just moved back to her hometown of Los Angeles from New York. For the last several years she has moved from city to city working random jobs. But none of the places have felt like the place she could call home. Nothing was the right fit. She moves in with her best friend, Gabby and her husband Mark who seem to have it all together. The perfect house, the perfect marriage, stable jobs. They have everything Hannah doesn't have. Hannah's flightiness and indecisive nature has led her to this point in her life. A metamorphosis from the old Hannah to this new person. She wants a car, a job, and an apartment. She wants to make roots. To celebrate her homecoming, she goes out with Gabby where she runs into Ethan, her high school boyfriend. At one point in her life, he thought Ethan was the one. At the end of the night, she has a choice: go home with him or go home with Gabby. At that moment, the book splits in two parts leading readers down two different paths in Hannah's life. This book was a lot of fun to read mostly because I haven't read anything like it. Reid's novels always have a message woven into the characters and the pages. In Maybe in Another Life, the message I took away is that you are the captain of your life, the choice chooser. You are in full control of your own choices. There may be certain moments in your life that will happen no matter what choices you make. With Hannah, the moment that changed the course of her life was a simple yes or no question, which led me to wonder how many simple question could be a dividing line in my own life. What if I had chosen differently? What things would be different and what things would stay the same? One thing about Reid's characters in her books: they are so relatable. They are real, everyday people who make mistakes, bad choices, have bad thoughts, and imperfections. They are not glamorized or beautified to a point of unbelievability. They are weak in some moments and surprising strong in others. And I think that's what makes her books so appealing to me as a reader. I can see bits of myself in her characters and can identify with them. While this book didn't deal with super heavy subject matter like Reid's other novels, there were still so many moments that left me anxious and nervous. Due to the parallel storylines, certain things were revealed in one story before being revealed in another. AND IT MADE ME SUPER ANTSY. I loved knowing little things existed and seeing how (or if) they appeared and how (if) it would affect the outcome(s). I really loved the whole concept behind this book. The idea that somewhere in a countless number of universes there is an infinite number of us living out every possible choice we have ever had. Living an innumerable number of lives. The idea that the universe has its way of working itself out is something I have always believed in. That certain points in your life are a will happen and everything else is left to chance and free-will. There were moments in Hannah and Gabby's lives that stuck regardless of whether Hannah said yes or no to Ethan. And you'll just have to read to see what they are. ** I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
Taylor Jenkins Reid writes another wonderful chick lit novel! Unique! She writes about Hannah Martin being given two choices. Then, we are taken on the journey of each choice. It reminded me of when I was younger and there were books where you would “make a choice” and that “choice” would tell you to go to a specific page. I was always so enamored with these stories, so this story was super cool to me. This story also resonated with me because I was also living the life of a gypsy, moving from one town to the next, taking new jobs…never ready to settle down, until I came back home. I always enjoy a story that hits home in some way. Hannah graduated from college and moved and changed jobs for about a decade. At age 29, she decides to return home to Los Angeles and move in with her best friend, Gabby. On Hannah’s first night home, she and Gabby go to a local bar to hang out with friends. She meets up with her High School boyfriend, Ethan. At the end of the night, she can either go home with Gabby or stay with Ethan and have him drive her home. I loved that this story took us on a journey for each decision. Don’t we all look back and wonder “what if?” about certain choices? Would we all still be in the same place? This was just so entertaining…I loved the characters and the magnitudes of each choice. I believe this book will be enjoyed by many.
4.5 stars! Although this was my very first Taylor Jenkins Reid book, I’ve heard really great things about her writing. So it’s fair to say I was pretty excited about reading this. I saw positive rating after positive rating for this book. I purposely avoided all detailed reviews, as I normally do, this I prefer to go into almost every book I read completely blind. And I knew this was no exception. Especially since I remembered from the synopsis that there was some sort of parallel universe story line in this book, and that was plenty for me to know. I’m going to keep this extremely vague on purpose, since I think anyone who plans to read this can benefit by going in with little to no knowledge regarding this beautiful story. “In general, I find that when you are doing something you are not supposed to be doing, the best course of action is to act as if you are absolutely supposed to be doing it.” Hannah can’t seem to find a place to call home. She’s been bouncing from place to place over the last several years, and ends up returning to her hometown of Los Angeles where she will live in her best friend’s guest room until she’s able to get on her feet. Her BFF, Gabby, takes Hannah out to a bar her first night back home in order to celebrate, which she reconnects with several old friends, meets a few new ones, and most importantly, gets to see Ethan again. Ethan, the guy who she dated when she was younger. Ethan, the guy who broke her heart when they mutually decided that the timing wasn’t right once he went away to college. Ethan, the guy she is still quite drawn to and realizes she still may have feelings for. This entire story is from that very night forward. At the end of the night, Hannah has a choice of whether to go home with Ethan or Gabby. The choice isn’t easy, and that one choice will forever change how her life turns out. “Life is long and full of an infinite number of decisions. I have to think that the small ones don’t matter, that I’ll end up where I need to end up no matter what I do.” I loved the parallel universes aspect, which I can’t say is typical for me. I’ve read other books with a similar premises and wasn’t really a fan. But the way TJR pulls it all together and explains the entire theory is phenomenal. This story has so much going for it. It was emotional, heartwarming, happy and sad, devastating and hopeful, intense and engaging. I was immediately drawn into the story, both parallels, which were extremely easy to follow. I never felt lost or unsure what was happen. The flow of this story was flawless. “When you sit there and wish things had happened differently, you can’t just wish away the bad stuff. You have to think about all the good stuff you might lose, too. Better just to stay in the now and focus on what you can do better in the future.” This is a book that I’ve already been recommending to others. It’s such a strong story with incredible writing, and I was left with a hopeful, though a little sad, feeling when I finished it. I have found a new author that I’m very interested in reading more from. If you’re a romance fan and looking for something a little different, this is a book you will want to read. Though the idea of parallel universes has been done before, I have yet to see it done so beautifully. A unique story that you will find yourself thinking about long after you’ve finished it. (Thanks to Atria Books for the review copy!)
Hannah is ready to start over. After a bit of a toxic relationship, Hannah is heading back home to LA. On a fun night out, she reconnects with her high school boyfriend Ethan. At the end of the night, Hannah is faced with a choice-go home with Ethan or stay at the bar. In this intriguing book, we get to see the results of both choices. Staying or going. Both mean vastly different outcomes for Hannah, but which is better? Is happiness dependent on our choices or our outlook? I was so interested n this book, and it did not let me down. I was afraid it might be hard to follow two completely different storylines, but this wasn't the case. Each story switched off from chapter to chapter, but the author did an amazing job of make the book still flow very well. Everything made sense and was not too difficult to keep up with. That's a pretty fantastic feat in a story that is set up this way. I was curious if I would prefer one storyline to the other, and I kind of did. However, I was drawn to the questions asked in this book. Are we happy as a result of the choices we make, or do we make an active decision to be happy? Could we be happy with any number of people and results in our life? I won't tell you how either story ends, but I will say that I found the conclusions to be very satisfying. This book will both entertain and make you think at the same time, which is a hard balance sometimes. It was definitely a lot of fun to read though. Book provided for review.
Maybe In Another Life takes us on Hannah Martin’s journey of two parallel lives playing out concurrently based on a decision made at a moment. This pivotal moment allows us to experience how Hannah’s life is affected by that brief moment and seemingly inconsequential decision. This book felt like such a real life experience that was an event to live through more than just a fictional story to read. The concurrent storyline had me worried that I would just be reading a repetitive telling of the same story with minor changes. The drastically different outcomes in this story, where in the end it seemed everything turned out as it was meant to be, were moving and provocative. This story was refreshing, thought-provoking, unique and addictive. There is a line in the blurb that absolutely twists my heart and left me breathless. Is there such a thing as a soul mate? Hannah believes there is. And, in both worlds, she believes she’s found him. This possibility and how this unfolds is just fantastic. The writing is effortless. If you want a story that is unlike any other and will make you feel every page, then Maybe In Another Life is a MUST read! 5.0 Everything as it is meant to be! Stars “…there may be universes out there where I made different choices that led me somewhere else, led me to someone else.” “And my heart breaks for every version of me that didn’t end up with you.”
'Maybe in Another Life' is a thought-provoking novel that blends the concepts of parallel universes and soul mates with contemporary women's fiction and romance. The story follows our main character, Hannah, as her life takes an unexpected turn after a night out with her best friend Gabby. Just after midnight, Gabby asks Hannah if she's ready to leave, while her high school boyfriend - Ethan - that they coincidentally ran into at the bar, quickly offers her a ride home later if she'd like to stay a bit longer. At that moment, Hannah must make the decision between leaving with her best friend or staying for a bit and then leaving with Ethan. She's doesn't know what will happen in either scenario - and this is where the book splits into two separate worlds. One in which Hannah left the bar with Gabby and the other where she stayed and later left with Ethan. In each of these lives, Hannah lives the the decision she made that night and all of the consequences that come along with it. Before long, these two seemingly parallel lives go in two very different directions - but which one would have been the right choice for her in the end? Although this seems like a fun and easy book, which it certainly is, there are much deeper topics discussed throughout the story that will make the reader stop and think for awhile. Concepts such as fate, soul mates, pre-determination, and parallel universes are talked about continuously through the novel - even if it's underneath the surface of the main storyline. The author did a fantastic job of combining the two - the blend of women's fiction/chick lit and the serious subject matter of some very deep ideas - and she did it so seamlessly and gracefully that the reader doesn't really understand what they're reading. It's not until after finishing the story that the reader is able to step back and realize all the levels the book had to offer while under the guise of a contemporary women's fiction novel. Everything about this book was very well done. The characters were all well rounded and had distinct qualities and personalities. Of course, Hannah gets the most attention to detail since she's the main character, and by the end of the story I felt like I had been alongside Hannah during everything that happened (in both lives). The story is told in the first person point of view - that of Hannah's perspective. I'm a firm believer that point of view plays a large role in a book, and has the ability to make it a true experience for the reader if done in the right way. My favorite writing style is the first person POV, by far. I feel like a broken record when I say that this style allows the reader to truly know and understand the main character or narrator. We're privy to things that wouldn't be open to us as readers in any other POV. In this case, we get to see into Hannah's inner thoughts along with her emotions, fears, dreams, hopes, and so much more. The fact that the story splits into two alternative lives for Hannah makes this writing style all the more effective at pulling the reader into the story and empathizing with Hannah. I loved being able to see everything that happens in both parallel lives through Hannah's eyes along with how she reacts to it all. In my opinion, this choice of writing style made all the difference in this novel, and gave the story a depth that couldn't have happened any other way.
Easy and light reading
I should not have read this book because I do not like "romance" themes; however, I saw the high review in People magazine and on reader sites, so I gave it a whirl. The author did do a good job of switching between two outcomes of a story but short of that this book was a let down.