Karen Siplin, whose first novel, His Insignificant Other, earned her critical praise from her peers and fans, presents Such a Girl a sexy and engaging new novel. In Such a Girl, Siplin brings to vivid life the story of a woman who ends a love affair for the "right" reasons, only to have a chance at beginning again years later.
Nine years ago, Kendall Stark ended a relationship with the love of her life. As her college friends never tired of telling her, Jack was going nowhere fast. Now Kendall is thirty-one, working as an operator at a prestigious New York hotel and listening in on the personal calls of the celebrity guests, while she carries on a doomed affair with a married colleague. And while deep down she knows she should be leading a more fulfilling life, Kendall believes she is content with the choices she has made.
Until the morning Jack reappears. Only now, Jack is the wealthy owner of a New England brewery, and he's staying in the hotel where Kendall works. His unexpected return leads her to rethink all the assumptions she ever made about success, love, and happiness and forces Jack to decide if he can ever forgive the woman who broke his heart so many years ago.
Just as Bridget Jones's Diary did for Pride and Prejudice, Karen Siplin here updates (and shakes up) the premise of Jane Austen's Persuasion, placing the characters in a modern, multicultural landscape. The daily intrigues of a luxury hotel provide the perfect backdrop for exploring the subtle (and overt) caste systems that still persist. Part romantic comedy, part social commentary, and imbued with the wit and contemporary urban sensibilities that Siplin displayed in her acclaimed debut, Such a Girl is an exciting and thoroughly entertaining new novel from a talent to watch.
|Publisher:||Washington Square Press|
|Product dimensions:||0.72(w) x 5.50(h) x 8.50(d)|
About the Author
Karen Siplin was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. She has a degree in Film Production from CUNY's Hunter College. Her first novel, His Insignificant Other, was a 2002 Borders Original Voices selection. She is currently working on her third novel. Visit her website at www.karensiplin.com.
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He's standing across the street, waiting for the light to change, but I know it's him even before he starts walking in my direction. I think: I'm not ready for this. Because my least favorite thing in the morning, besides waking up, is meeting people I know unexpectedly.
And it's been nine years.
There are certain meetings in a person's life that should be one hundred percent significant. They should define a moment, answer a burning question, or resolve something. Right now is a good example. I should have something to say to this man, something fairly significant. After all, we were once inseparable and in love.
But I don't. Have anything to say, that is.
I just have this memory of him. We're standing in front of the boathouse in Northhampton. His head is shaved. He's wearing a beaded necklace and a ton of friendship bracelets on both wrists. His skateboard is tucked under his arm, and his eyes light brown, big, intent are watching my every move.
Just last week someone was talking about him. It seems every week someone's mentioning his name. Because Jack owns Sullivan Brewery in New England; Jack just bought a five-bedroom house on four acres of land.
I decide I'd rather not run into him.
I lower my head and take a drag from my cigarette, confident he'll pass by without noticing me. But instead of walking past me, he walks toward the hotel's entrance, which is adjacent to the employee entrance, where I'm standing. He stops, comes back, says my name. I look up and try to do my best impression of being shocked to see someone.
"Wow." I flick my cigarette past him and smile. "Sullivan."
I call him by his last name, the same way most of my ex-boyfriends call me "Stark" oh-so-casually when we run into each other somewhere. It's a defense mechanism. It always makes me feel bad, like I'm not even worthy of a first name. I don't know why I do it to Jack. I don't want him to feel that way.
"How long has it been, Ken?" he asks.
He calls me "Ken," short for Kendall, the way he used to. He makes it seem like nothing's changed.
"Years, I guess."
"Nine, I think," he says softly.
We stare at each other awkwardly. He takes in my unkempt hair, ill-fitting cargo pants and white-socked feet stuffed into old Birkenstocks. Graciously, he remains expressionless and looks directly in my eyes.
"You look great," he says. He was always good at lying.
"Same to you."
I'm not lying. He's actually more handsome than I thought he would turn out to be. His glasses are small, round and rimless; he used to wear contacts. His hair has grown. His body, which has always been long, agile and thin like the body of a swimmer, is hidden underneath clothes straight out of an L.L. Bean catalog. He looks rugged and stronger and changed.
"I'm surprised to see you." His tone is still soft, neither friendly nor mean.
"Been a while." I nod, keeping my tone light. "You live in Maine, right?"
"Nice," I say. "And you still brew beer."
"Yeah." He tilts his head to the side. He wants to tell me everything I already know, but I guess he doesn't want to brag because all he says is, "I still brew beer."
"And you're in New York."
He nods, still staring at me. I try to read the expression on his face. And then there's the slight shake of his head that I remember like he's trying to banish some thought from his brain and the expression is gone. He points to the hotel. "I'm staying here."
"Oh?" My voice almost gets caught in my throat. "This hotel?"
"Yeah." He avoids my eyes.
"Yeah," he says. "You live around here?"
"No." There's a silence. I try to catch his eye again, but he's doing a good job of diverting his gaze. "I live in Brooklyn. With Gary."
"Right." As though he's just remembering. "I think I heard that."
"I work here," I say. "At the hotel."
"Oh." Another silence. This one is longer. He glances at me but quickly looks away again. "That's a coincidence."
"Sure is," I say. I replay the last fifty conversations I had with Gary and Nick this week we were all in college together but a mention of Jack actually coming to New York today doesn't come to mind. "Have you talked to Gary and Nick? Do they know you're in town?"
"No," Jack says distantly. "I checked in late last night."
"Nick mentioned he ran into you last August," I say casually, as though Nick hasn't mentioned it a hundred times. As though Nick doesn't talk about how excellent Jack's life is every time they exchange an e-mail. "He said you might be in New York, but he wasn't sure when. I think he had the impression it would be sooner."
"Family emergency," Jack says. "I'll call him."
"I'm sure he'll be happy to hear from you. He said he's been e-mailing you a lot."
Jack smiles, then he looks at the hotel entrance as though he's ready to dart away.
"Well," I say, giving him an out.
He swallows hard. "It's good to see you." I hear the involuntary emotion in this simple statement. "I mean that."
I hug him suddenly, and I feel his body stiffen. When I let go he steps back.
"You smell like smoke," he says disdainfully, and then he adds, "I quit."
"Congrats" is all I can think of to say. And for a second, I'm distracted by the way he's looking at me. Like he's trying to remember what he ever saw in this girl standing before him.
I try to imagine what he sees.
When he knew me, my hair was always neat and polished in a pageboy haircut. Now it's messy, the front bits standing up in the air. My eyes have always been too close together though, and my eyebrows have always been too thick. But maybe he notices that I still lift weights and run when the mood hits me.
Strange, I think, that I care.
"Maybe I'll see you around," he says casually, moving away.
"Maybe," I say.
"Dinner?" The casual front disappears, and he moves closer. "In a couple of days?"
I don't know about dinner. There's no way in hell I want to spend several hours with my ex, rehashing the past and how poorly I treated him. I tell him life is hectic, especially this week. He doesn't believe me weird how I can tell that he doesn't but it's been too long between disagreements to suddenly have another one.
He watches me as I escape inside the employee entrance. I glance back, and I realize he looks disappointed.
It's a look I remember.
Copyright © 2004 by Karen Siplin
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Nine years ago at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, Kendall Stark heeded the advice of her friends by ending her two year relationship with Jack Sullivan because everyone insisted he was a loser. Now, Kendall is a thirty-one year old single living in Brooklyn, working as a communications operator at a popular luxurious Manhattan hotel, and having a nowhere affair with a married man..................................... Kendall feels contented until she sees Jack, owner of New England¿s very successful Sullivan Brewery who is staying at the hotel. Kendall handles herself reasonably well during the encounter, but as he leaves his look back is filled with disappointment that shakes her to the core of her essence. Kendall realizes what she lost when she stopped being Sullivan¿s Ken; she decides she must try to win back his love. However, Jack not only has to forgive, he wonders if she desires him because he is a success?................................................. As CLUELESS DID TO Jane Austen's EMMA, SUCH A GIRL provides the same delightful treatment to the author¿s PERSUASION with Ken being Anne Elliot and Sullivan is retired naval officer Frederick Wentworth. The enjoyable second chance at love story line reflects a realistic social order that though the plot takes place in the twenty-first century could have easily been in the early 1800s. Sullivan is a wonderful protagonist as he wants his Ken back in his life, but doubts he can trust her with his heart. Ken regrets the error that shaped her life, but shows courage as she decides to prove she is his significant other forever. Together they make an intelligent and witty tale........................ Harriet Klausner
Such A Girl is a marvelously written book exploring the question of finding love again. Although Kendall's friends played an important decision in the past, Kendall is ready to try love again, as hard as it is with the somewhat conceited old boyfriend Jack. A sometimes hilarious tale of friendship, struggle and the mission to define oneself. With an unforgettable cast of character, even the neighbors have a way to also become a major part of Kendall's erratic, yet planned, spontaneous life. Exactly! Karen Siplins's latest novel will undoubtedly have you looking at the last page, wondering why oh why did the story come to an end. With fantastic descriptive narration, Ms. Siplin has done it again.
From beginning to end, this book reminded me of the sytle Red Ink books are like (which is a compliment, because I'm part of that book club). The choppy language, brutal honesty, consistent humor, and entertaining characters make for great reading. I thought Kendall, the hotel phone operator, should've been fired in Chapter One, but then who would be the new disgruntled employee? I'm really shocked Betty, the neighbor from Hell, didn't get the Mortal Kombat fight I thought she deserved. Kirk reminds me of my temp agency recruiter. Jack is my favorite character of all though. I wish the story was told from his perspective. The only weakness, which is a very HUGE weakness, is that I never get a clear scene of when Kendall and Jake broke up. I get hints all over the place, but Siplin replayed so many past scenes without replaying the most important one. For that reason alone, I can't give it the five stars it deserves.