“Meet our bookish millennial heroine—a modern-day Elizabeth Bennet, if you will… Waxman’s wit and wry humor stand out. She is funny and imaginative, and “Bookish” lands a step above run-of-the-mill romantic comedy fare.”—The Washington Post
The author of Other People’s Houses and The Garden of Small Beginnings delivers a quirky and charming novel chronicling the life of confirmed introvert Nina Hill as she does her best to fly under everyone's radar.
Meet Nina Hill: A young woman supremely confident in her own...shell.
The only child of a single mother, Nina has her life just as she wants it: a job in a bookstore, a kick-butt trivia team, a world-class planner and a cat named Phil. If she sometimes suspects there might be more to life than reading, she just shrugs and picks up a new book.
When the father Nina never knew existed suddenly dies, leaving behind innumerable sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews, Nina is horrified. They all live close by! They're all—or mostly all—excited to meet her! She'll have to Speak. To. Strangers. It's a disaster! And as if that wasn't enough, Tom, her trivia nemesis, has turned out to be cute, funny, and deeply interested in getting to know her. Doesn't he realize what a terrible idea that is?
Nina considers her options.
1. Completely change her name and appearance. (Too drastic, plus she likes her hair.)
2. Flee to a deserted island. (Hard pass, see: coffee).
3. Hide in a corner of her apartment and rock back and forth. (Already doing it.)
It's time for Nina to come out of her comfortable shell, but she isn't convinced real life could ever live up to fiction. It's going to take a brand-new family, a persistent suitor, and the combined effects of ice cream and trivia to make her turn her own fresh page.
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***
Copyright © 2018 Abbi Waxman
In which we meet our heroine and witness a crime of thoughtlessness.
Imagine you’re a bird. You can be any kind of bird, but those of you who’ve chosen ostrich or chicken are going to struggle to keep up. Now, imagine you’re coasting through the skies above Los Angeles, coughing occasionally in the smog. Shiny ribbons of traffic spangle below you, and in the distance you see an impossibly verdant patch, like a green darn in a gray sock. As you get closer, the patch resolves into a cross-hatching of old houses and streets, and you have reached Larchmont. Congratulations, you’ve discovered a secret not even all Angelenos know. It’s a neighborhood like any other, but it boasts a forest of trees, planted generously along semiwinding streets that look like they were lifted wholesale from a Capra movie, and were actually all planted at once in the 1920s.
The houses are big but not showy, set back with front gardens that make the streets seem even wider than they are. Even today, most of the houses look the way they always have, thanks to historical preservation and a general consensus that the whole thing is hella cute. The trees have grown into truly beautiful examples of their kind; magnolias drift the streets with perfume, cedars strew them with russet needle carpets, and oaks make street cleaning and alternate side parking a necessity.
Larchmont Boulevard is the linear heart of Larchmont Village, populated by cafés, restaurants, boutiques, artisanal stores of many kinds, and one of the few remaining independent bookstores in Los Angeles. That’s where Nina Lee Hill works; spinster of this parish and heroine both of her own life and the book you’re holding in your lovely hand.
Knight’s has been in business since 1940, and though its fortunes have risen and fallen over time, a genuine love of books and a thorough knowledge of its customers have kept it in business. It is like all good independent bookstores should be, owned and staffed by people who love books, read them, think about them, and sell them to other people who feel the same way. There is reading hour for little kids. There are visiting authors. There are free bookmarks. It’s really a paradise on earth, if paradise for you smells of paper and paste. It does for Nina, but as our story opens, she would happily go back to the part where we were all being birds, and poop on the head of the woman in front of her.
The woman was staring at Nina in what can only be described as a truculent fashion, jangling her extensive, culturally appropriative turquoise jewelry.
“I want my money back. It’s a very boring book; all they do is sit around and talk.” She took a breath and delivered the coup de grâce. “I don’t know why the manager told me it was a classic.”
Nina looked around for Liz Quinn, the guilty party. She could hear the distant rustling of washable silk as Liz went to ground in the young adult section. Snipe. Nina breathed in hate and breathed out love. She smiled at the customer. “Did you read it all the way through?”
The woman didn’t smile back. “Of course.” Not a quitter, just a whiner.
“Well, then we can’t refund your money.” Nina curled her toes inside their fluffy socks. The customer couldn’t see that, of course, and Nina sincerely hoped she looked calm and resolute.
“Why not?” The customer was short, but she managed to draw herself up a couple of inches. All that Pilates finally paying off.
Nina was firm. “Because we sold you a book and you read it. That’s pretty much the whole life cycle of bookstores right there. If you didn’t enjoy it, I’m very sorry, but we can’t do anything about it.” She looked down at the book on the counter. “You really didn’t like it? It’s generally considered one of the greatest novels of all time.” Nina resisted the impulse to pull out her imaginary blaster and blow the woman’s head off, and got a microflash of the bit in Terminator 2 where his silvery head splits in the middle and waves about. Liz was always telling her to be warmer toward the customers, and to remember they could go online and buy any book on the planet faster than Knight’s could order it. Nina needed to make it a friendly and personal experience, so they liked her enough to give the store a) more money and b) more time than they had to give That Other Place. Independent booksellers called it the River, so as to avoid saying it out loud. But as Nina often thought, denial ain’t just a river in South America.
The woman made a face. “I don’t know why; the heroine sits around and gazes out of the window. If I spent all my time sitting on my butt pondering life, I assure you I wouldn’t be as successful as I am.” She shook back her long blond hair, with its carefully casual beachy waves, and had another thought. “If I don’t like the food at a restaurant I can send it back and get a refund.”
“Not if you’ve eaten it.” Nina was confident on this one.
“Can I get a store credit at least?”
Nina shook her head. “No, but may I suggest a library card? At a library you can borrow the book, read it, and give it back totally free of charge.” She forced a smile. “There are actually two within walking distance of here.” She was sure Liz would be happy to lose this customer. Pretty sure.
Nina sighed. “There’s parking at both.” She slid the book back across the counter. “This is still yours. Maybe you could try it again sometime. I’ve read it about twenty times, actually.” (This was a gross understatement, but Nina didn’t want to blow what was left of the customer’s mind.)
The woman frowned at her. “Why?” She looked Nina up and down, not unkindly, just trying to work out why someone would do something so strange. Nina was wearing a pale green vintage cardigan over a blue dress, with a cardigan clip across the collar. Apparently, this clarified things for the customer, because the woman’s expression softened to sympathy. “I guess if you’ve got a boring life, other people’s boring lives are reassuring.”
Nina stepped on her own foot and seethed as the woman dropped Pride and Prejudice carelessly into her fancy handbag, bending the cover and dinging the pages.
Two minutes later, Liz appeared over the top of the graphic novels shelf. “Is she gone?”
Nina nodded, viciously tidying a pile of bookmarks and trying to forget the callous book treatment she had just witnessed. “You’re a craven coward, and wouldn’t even emerge to defend your second favorite nineteenth-century writer. For shame.”
Liz shrugged. “Ms. Austen needs no defense. You did fine, and besides, I’ve never forgotten a long conversation I had with that particular customer about LSD and the boundaries of consciousness.” She straightened some copies of Roller Girl. “I thought I was asking about her vacation, but it turned out she’d stayed home and gone further than she ever thought possible.” She tipped her head down to peer at Nina over her glasses, Liz’s short, dark hair barely touched with gray, despite the several careers she’d had, and the many cities and lives she’d been part of. “There was a long portion about the deep inner beauty of yogurt when viewed through the lens of hallucinogens that put me off Yoplait for life.”
Nina regarded her carefully. “I find that story almost impossible to believe.”
Liz turned and walked toward nonfiction. “I should hope so, seeing as I completely made it up.”
Nina looked down and smiled. She’d never felt more at home than she did at Knight’s, with the plentiful sarcasm and soothing rows of book spines. It was heaven on earth. Now, if they could only get rid of the customers and lock the front doors, they’d really be onto something.
As the only child of a single mother, Nina’s natural state was solitude. Growing up, she saw other people with fathers and brothers and sisters, and it looked like fun, but generally, she thought she was better off without a crowd. That might be overstating it; sometimes she ached for them, especially in middle school. There were lots of kids who had older brothers or sisters in the high school, and those kids had a protective glow around them she envied. Older siblings would wave at recess, or even stop by to chat and confer greatness. Then, in high school, Nina would listen to the kids with younger siblings complain about them but wave, or go over and chat. She saw the relationship, the shared address, and wondered about it.
Nina’s mother had her after a very brief liaison with some guy she met in those strange times before Google (1988 BG?), where all you had to go on was what someone told you in person. Nina often shook her head over the crazy risks those Gen X-ers took. No online database of criminal records, no checking social media for wives and children, no reading back through months of feeds looking for clues. They would have to physically talk to a stranger without knowing any backstory. They could pretend to be a whole new person for everyone they met, without the effort of creating a matching online profile; the potential for dishonesty and deceit was shocking. Anyway, Nina’s mom wasn’t even sure of the guy’s name, and wasn’t worried about it. She was a news photographer; she traveled the world and took lovers whenever they presented themselves, without guilt or complications. I knew I wanted you, she would say to Nina. God only knows if I would have wanted him.
At first, Candice had taken Nina everywhere with her, carrying her under one arm and putting her to bed in hotel room drawers. After a year or two, Nina got inconveniently big and wriggly, though, so Candice found a nice apartment in LA, and an even nicer nanny, and left Nina to get on with the business of growing up. She’d show up three or four times a year, bringing gifts and strange candy and smelling of airports. Nina had never really gotten to know her, though Candice had loomed large in the child’s imagination. When Nina first read Ballet Shoes, as a child, she’d realized her mother was Great-Uncle Matthew.
Her nanny, Louise, had been a wonderful parent; funny and interested and bookish, loving and gentle. She’d created a peaceful life for Nina, and when she’d come to Nina’s college graduation, she’d hugged her, cried a little, then moved back South to help her own, older daughters raise their children. Nina had been far more devastated by Louise’s departure than she’d ever been waving good-bye to her own mother. Candice had started the race, but Louise had carried Nina over the finish line.
Nina hadn’t missed her mother as much as she’d missed having a father. She wasn’t entirely sure what fathers actually did, day to day, but she’d seen them standing on the sidelines at peewee soccer, or showing up at the end of the school day with their hands in their pockets. In middle school, they’d become totally invisible, but then in high school they’d reappeared, driving the car for late-night pickups and avoiding everyone’s eye when a crowd of teenage girls piled in, smelling of drugstore body sprays and showing liberal amounts of nascent cleavage. Nina found them mysterious. Visiting other people’s houses, she would see their moms—often, in fact, become friendly with their moms—but she left high school without ever truly getting the point of dads. They were a nice bonus, like a pool, or a cute dog, or a natural predisposition to clear skin.
“So, what’s tonight?” asked Liz. “Delicate Ladies Book Club? Transgender Support Bridge Night? Decoupage Devils?”
“You think you’re very funny,” replied Nina, “but truthfully, you’re just jealous I have a wide variety of activities to keep my mind alive.”
“My mind needs no encouragement,” said Liz. “In fact, I’m taking up hard drugs in the hope of killing off some brain cells and leveling the brain/body playing field.”
This was actually true for Nina, too. Not the hard drugs, but the part about her mind needing no encouragement. As a child she’d been told she had ADD, or ADHD, or some other acronym, but her school librarian had simply clicked her tongue and told her she was imaginative and creative and couldn’t be expected to wait for everyone else to catch up. She’d started giving Nina extra books to read and encyclopedias to gnaw on. This approach, Nina now realized, was in no way medically recommended, and didn’t do anything at all for her math skills, but it did mean she arrived in high school having read more than anyone else, including the teachers. It also meant she thought of books as medication and sanctuary and the source of all good things. Nothing yet had proven her wrong.
Nina eyed her boss. “Tonight is Trivia Night.” She knew Liz wanted to join her trivia team but couldn’t work up the energy for the required late nights and weekly study sessions.
“They didn’t ban you yet? I thought they were going to ban you for winning all the time?”
“They did ban us from one place, but there are plenty of bars where they’ve never heard of us.”
Liz raised her eyebrows. “You’re a trivia hustler?”
Nina shrugged. “Living the gangster dream.”
Liz looked at her. “Go on. Do it.”
Nina shook her head.
Nina sighed. “You have to give me a category.”
“Too easy. A hundred-pound octopus can squeeze through a hole the size of a cherry tomato.”
“He opened one of the first Saab dealerships in America.”
“Has the shortest day of all the planets. Can I stop now?”
“Does it hurt your head? Do you see auras around things?”
“No, but your expectant expression is low key stressing me out.”
Liz cackled and walked away. “You have no idea how amusing that party trick is,” she added, over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to dress nice tomorrow. Mephistopheles is coming in.”
“OK.” Nina frowned after her, then tried to remember how long Jupiter’s day actually was. She couldn’t help it; it was . . . 9 hours and 55 minutes. Thank God for that. Not being able to remember something was, for Nina, torture. It was like an itch on the roof of your mouth, or when you get a bug bite between your toes. You have to go after it, even though it’s almost too much sensation to deal with. Liz thought all the clubs and activities Nina did were a way to be social, but she was totally wrong. Left undistracted, her brain tended to fly off the rails and drive her insane with endless meandering rivers of thought, or constant badgering questions she needed to look up answers to. The trivia, the reading, the book clubs . . . they were simply weapons of self-defense.
In which we learn a few things that irritate Nina.
Nina walked home in the golden light of her evening neighborhood, the magical hour beloved of lighting directors and single young people dreaming their plans for the night. Around her, people walked their dogs after work, talking on their phones, oblivious to the slanting sun glinting on windows and door knockers, the colors of the pastel sky as gauzy as any red-carpet lineup. Nina often reflected that LA was not a pretty city, architecturally speaking, but the sky made it beautiful several times a day. As with all things Hollywood, the lighting guy is God.
For example, at this time of day the sun made a great deal of her dark red hair. Had Nina known how pretty it looked, she would have taken a photo of herself, but sadly, she was thinking about pickles—sliced, whole, or relish, discuss—and missed the opportunity. In general, she wasn’t the kind of woman who turned casual heads; her looks were an acquired taste, and her resting expression suggested you weren’t going to be given much chance to acquire it. She was small and slender and gave the overall impression of a baby deer, until she spoke and you realized you’d been looking at a fox all along. As her good friend Leah once said, she wasn’t mean; she was painfully accurate.
Nina rented the guesthouse of one of the larger houses on Windsor Boulevard. It was a charming little place, completely separate from the main house, with its own entrance. Absolutely perfect for Nina. The owners were friends of Nina’s mother, and when Nina finished college, this couple had miraculously just finished renovating their guesthouse. They generously offered to rent it to Nina, who couldn’t have been happier to accept.
Her cat, Phil, was sitting on the gate, waiting for her. Phil was a tabby of the brown and cream variety, with a black tip to his tail and white feet. He jumped down as the gate opened and preceded her up the stairs, the tip of his tail forming a jaunty accent like a marker flag on a toddler’s bicycle. Nina noticed he’d left a large but very dead worm on the doormat. He stood next to it casually, like, oh yeah, I’d almost forgotten, I brought you a worm. Nothing special, just a deadly worm I captured with my own paws and brought back for you. Thought you might fancy a little smackerel of something after work, you know. (He was apparently channeling Pooh Bear.)
Nina bent down and stroked his head. “Thanks, Phil. This is an incredible worm.” Phil rubbed against her legs, totally stoked with himself. Other cats might stay in all day, lounging around and licking their butts, but he was out and about Getting the Job Done. “I’m going to save it for later, though, if that’s all right with you.” Phil shrugged.
Nina opened the door and walked in, kicking off her shoes and surreptitiously placing the worm on the kitchen counter to be thrown away when the cat wasn’t looking. She looked up at the giant clock on the wall; still an hour before the trivia thing started. She turned on the kettle; time to chill and tidy. She loved her apartment, even if calling it an apartment was a bit of a stretch. It was basically one big room, with a tiny kitchenette and bathroom, but what it had in abundance was light and bookshelves, and really, what else does anyone need? Big double windows on the south and west walls filled the place with sun and color, and the shelves went from floor to ceiling. One single bed nestled against the wall, which left room for an oversize armchair near the window, where Nina could—and did—sit for hours and read her butt off. The Persian rug was all reds and oranges and tigers and birds, a souvenir of some trip of her mom’s, and had shown up a week or two after Nina had moved her stuff (a bed, a chair, six boxes of books, a kitten, a coffee maker, and a large bulletin board) in. The note attached had read, Hey, had this in storage for years, thought you might like it. Let me know if you want the rest of the stuff.
Rest of the stuff? Nina had called her mom immediately. “Hey, Mom. Where are you?” This was her standard greeting.
“I’m in London right now, darling. Where are you?” Her mom was Australian, but her accent had softened over the years to the occasional hint. She said sockAH instead of soccer, or lollies instead of candy, but it wasn’t like she walked around in a hat with corks dangling from it.
Nina had smiled to hear her mother’s voice, the part of her she was most familiar with. “I’m in Dubai, Mom, at the top of the Burj Khalifa.”
“Really?” Her mom sounded excited. “How’s the view?”
Nina had sighed. “No, I’m in Los Angeles, right where you left me.”
“Oh.” Her mom was clearly disappointed Nina hadn’t inherited her wanderlust. She didn’t say it in so many words, but she didn’t have to.
“What’s with this carpet?” Nina had asked, poking the rolled-up rug with her foot.
Nina could hear her mom sipping tea. She had probably been doing three or four things at the same time as taking Nina’s call. One thing at a time? Where’s the fun in that? “Well, I lived in LA when I was pregnant with you, remember?”
“Of course.” Nina knew her own origin story by heart, as everybody does. Her mother hadn’t been a slut, exactly, but she hadn’t been interested in romantic relationships. Nina had asked her many years earlier why she’d chosen not to have an abortion, and Candice had laughed in her usual way.
“Because I thought it would be an adventure, and it was.” AdvenchAH.
“The rug is gorgeous. What’s the rest of the stuff like?”
“Well, I think there’s all kinds of things. Go look if you want.” She’d told her where the storage unit was, and now, as Nina looked around her happy little place, she was looking at furniture she might have peed on as a baby. A small kilim sofa, an ottoman from Rajasthan, which Phil thought was his, and as much of her mom’s art collection as she could drag out of storage. The one wall that wasn’t covered with books was covered with photographs; images by Ruth Orkin, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Inge Morath and a few snapshots Nina liked that she’d taken herself; posters and magazine covers featuring the TV shows and celebrities of her childhood; her “visualization corner,” with its bulletin board and calendar (don’t mock; you only wish you were as organized as Nina); photos of Nina’s mom and Phil as a kitten. A single Malm bed (btw, the plural of Malm is just Malm, like deer; Malms sounds wrong, although it also sounds like a delicious marshmallow candy—ooh, are those chocolate malms?) from IKEA—with the optional storage drawers, please note—was tucked against a wall.
Stooping to pick up the mail, Nina fed Phil and poured herself a glass of wine. Then she wandered over to her visualization corner and stood there, frowning at her bulletin board, with its inspirational images, quotes, and life hacks she never actually put into practice. She enjoyed being organized but always felt there was so much room for more. She loved having color-coordinated folders and lists and spent half an hour each morning reviewing her planner, setting her goals and intentions for the day, and generally pondering. This was time she had, of course, set aside for that purpose in her planner. She only wished there was more to actually, you know, plan. She sometimes made lists of things she’d already done solely so she could cross them off, which she couldn’t help feeling was pretty pathetic but strangely satisfying.
She’d graduated from UCLA with a useless but interesting degree (Art History, thanks for asking) and took the job at Knight’s while she worked out what she wanted to do now she was grown up. She spent the next few years actually growing up; having short-lived love affairs and one slightly longer love affair and then some more short ones, and Getting in Shape and Being Vegan and Paleo and then Giving Up And Eating Everything Again. She took up yoga, then spinning, then a combination yoga and Spin class she inwardly referred to as Spoga, then decoupage and knitting and a series of those evenings where you drink wine and paint, but she had a niggling suspicion she was underperforming in some way. Surely her purpose in life wasn’t simply to read as many books as possible?
Many of her friends were in long-term romantic relationships, but Nina was single. She liked sex; she enjoyed people with different points of view; she dated. But dating in LA was an Internet-enabled contact sport, and after a dozen evenings that established new lows for interpersonal behavior, she’d decided to Take a Break from Dating. It had been a lot easier than the time she’d tried to give up caffeine.
Nina worried she liked being alone too much; it was the only time she ever fully relaxed. People were . . . exhausting. They made her anxious. Leaving her apartment every morning was the turning over of a giant hourglass, the mental energy she’d stored up overnight eroding grain by grain. She refueled during the day by grabbing moments of solitude and sometimes felt her life was a long-distance swim between islands of silence. She enjoyed people—she really did—she just needed to take them in homeopathic doses; a little of the poison was a cure.
In solitude she set goals and made them, challenged herself and accepted the challenge, took up hobbies and dropped them, and if she periodically cleaned off her bulletin board and stuck up new goals and plans and dates and budgets and bought a new planner in the middle of the year and started over, so what? Nina leaned forward and crossed off that day’s date on the calendar, even though it wasn’t fully done yet.
See? One hundred percent ahead of the game.
Nina’s trivia team consisted of her and her three closest friends and was called Book ’Em, Danno, because why not? They were unassailable on books (Nina), history and geography (her friend Leah), contemporary popular culture (Carter, an ex-boyfriend of Leah’s who’d been too smart and funny to completely let go of), and current events and politics (her other friend, Lauren). All of them were equally good, in true millennial fashion, at classic popular culture (1950–1995, Lucy Ricardo to Chandler Bing) and identifying international snacks. Despite the fact that Nina was a football fan, their Achilles’ heel was still sports. In an effort to broaden her athletic knowledge, Nina had started reading Sports Illustrated, but so far all it had done was give her dirty dreams about a Norwegian snowboarder whose name she couldn’t even pronounce.
Having been thrown out of their last regular bar for never letting anyone else win, Book ’Em, Danno was now cautiously testing a new venue. Sugarlips was in Silver Lake, had been open two months, and served a vast selection of sodas (international and domestic) alongside the traditional panoply of craft beers. It was also making a name for itself by serving bowls of dry breakfast cereal as bar snacks, which presumably explained the name.
“How is it?” Lauren was watching Carter try a prickly pear soda. Lauren had dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark soul that delighted in humor other people might consider sardonic. She reminded Nina of a really good loaf of sourdough bread—crusty on the outside, with a soft and rewarding interior.
Carter shrugged. “You know, I’ve never had anything else prickly pear flavored, so I realized halfway through I didn’t have a frame of reference. But it tastes like . . . watermelon bubble gum?” He took another sip. “It’s kind of awesome, but I should probably be stoned to truly enjoy it.” He didn’t look like the kind of guy that got stoned; he looked like the kind of guy who helped old ladies across the street and regularly took Communion, but, as we all know, appearances are very deceptive. He had the symbol of the Rebel Alliance tattooed on his arm, and the Force was strong in his family.
“No.” Nina shook her head. “Keep your head in the game. You know the rules.”
“It might make me quicker.”
Lauren snorted into her beer. “Yeah, because that’s something people say all the time: We need to move with maximum speed and efficiency; break out the pot.”
The trivia contest began, and Book ’Em kicked butt for an hour or so. Then a late entry arrived to harsh their mellow.
“Oh crap,” muttered Carter. “Look who it isn’t.”
Nina craned around. “Who isn’t it?”
“Dammit,” said Leah. “It’s You’re a Quizzard, Harry.”
Nina kept a straight face, but inwardly she was vexed. Quizzard was really the only challenge they had in the East Los Angeles bar trivia world, which, admittedly, is an extremely small world, but Nina was competitive.
They watched as Quizzard, which was three guys and a girl, like the bizarro-world version of them, sat down at a table across from them. The team leader was clearly the tall guy who narrowed his eyes at Nina, and then raised his hand in mock salute.
Nina held his gaze for a second, then yawned hugely.
“Nice,” said Lauren. “Subtle.”
“He annoys me.”
“Is it his cuteness or the fact that he knows so much more about sports than you?”
“He’s not cute. And he knows more about sports because he’s a dumb jock. Have you noticed he never answers a question about anything other than sports?”
“That’s not true; he answered a question about supermodels a few weeks ago.”
“Pah, swimsuit issue,” said Nina.
Lauren and Leah looked at each other over her head. “I think it’s the cuteness, personally,” said Leah. “I think you two are destined to fall in love and run off together on a trivia honeymoon.”
“Which would take place where?”
“The Culver City studio where Jeopardy! is filmed?”
“Washington DC, so you can geek out at the Library of Congress?”
They all looked at Carter. “What has Hawaii got to do with trivia?” asked Lauren.
Carter shrugged. “I don’t know. I was focusing on the honeymoon part.”
Nina sighed. “He’s objectively attractive but subjectively repulsive, on account of his overwhelming self-confidence.”
Carter nodded. “That’s right, because women hate a confident man. That’s why Luke is so much more attractive than Han.”
Nina said, “Sarcasm gives you wrinkles.” She looked at the Quizzard team leader, surreptitiously. He had dark hair that seemed uncombed, which was good, and a bony, lean face that only just missed being traditionally handsome because he’d clearly broken his nose at some point. “Besides, he looks like he fights, and I’m a pacifist.” Neither of these things was strictly true, and Carter rolled his eyes.
The quizmaster tapped on his microphone. “OK, we have a new team joining the fray, You’re a Quizzard, Harry. The current leader, Book ’Em, Danno, is ahead by ten points, but we’ve still got three rounds to play, and, per the rules, late teams don’t get any extra credit, so, good luck, everyone.”
Nina checked that everyone had their pencils handy, and spare paper for notes. No one else needed paper and pencil, of course—she was the one who filled in the answers—but she liked everyone to be prepared. What if she suddenly had a seizure and broke her pencil? Her brain smash-cut to a slo-mo of her falling to the ground, the pencil snapping under her, pieces of wood and graphite flicking across the floor. She really needed to get laid; this kind of daydreaming couldn’t possibly be a good sign. She looked over at the Quizzard guy who, she had to admit, was totally sexy and probably as dumb as a stump. No, brain, no, she told herself, to which her brain responded that she was not in any way responsible for the issue at hand, and suggested Nina address her complaints to a lower authority.
“Are you paying attention, Nina?” barked Leah. “They’re handing out the quiz sheets.”
She took the sheet from the quizmaster, who leaned over and said, “Ten dollars Quizzard beats the crap out of you.”
Nina frowned at him. “Howard, get a grip. We’re already one round ahead. It’ll be hard for them to catch up.”
Leah leaned over and poked the guy in the chest. “Hey, just because I wouldn’t go out with you, there is no need to drag trivia into it. This is an honorable sport, played by honorable people.”
“In honorable bars,” chimed in Carter.
“At honorable times,” concluded Lauren.
They all knew Howard because he traveled from bar to bar, running quiz nights. He called himself the King of Questions but was referred to by everyone else as QuizDick. He loved to wield his power, which was solely based on his having all the answers, and the team suspected he was responsible for getting them banned from the last place. “You guys are drunk. They’re going to wipe the floor with you.”
“I am not drunk,” said Nina. “I am stone cold sober, and I am going to take your bet and then I am going to take your money.”
Howard sneered, which was even less attractive than you might think, and sauntered away.
Over at the Quizzard table, the girl member of the team, Lisa, was making fun of Tom, the tall guy who Nina thought was dumb as a stump.
“You like that girl, don’t you?” She inclined her head half an inch in Nina’s direction.
Tom shook his head. “Not at all. She’s full of herself. And she’s really short.” He could have gone on to say she had skin like a peach and hair the color of an Irish setter and a mouth that was higher at one corner than the other and ankles that tapered just so . . . but he thought it might undermine his position.
Jack, another Quizzard, made a face. “You’re jealous because she knows more than you do.”
“Yes, she does. She seems to know everything.”
“No one knows everything.”
“I heard she works at a bookstore,” said Paul, the final member of the Quizzard team.
“Isn’t that cheating?” said Jack.
Tom looked at him. “I don’t think having a job is cheating, Jack. Lots of people have jobs.”
“Not me,” said Jack proudly. There was a pause while he considered whether or not that was something to boast about, but ultimately decided he was cool with it. “I’m an artist.”
“You’re a vandal,” said Lisa. “You write your name on the sides of buildings.”
“I’m exercising my right to political protest,” said Jack.
“You’ll be exercising your right to do community service,” replied Paul. He was a lawyer; he couldn’t help it.
Lisa, who had known Tom since high school, watched his face. He definitely liked that girl, the Book ’Em team leader. She looked over at the girl, who really was pretty in an unusual and interesting way, and wondered if they knew anyone in common. It was time Tom started dating again; enough time had passed since the last . . . disaster. She made a note to ask Jack which bookstore it was.
Howard tapped the microphone again. “Teams, let the battle commence. Pencils at the ready; the time starts . . . now.”
In which Nina is surprised, not necessarily in a good way.
Mornings were a bit of a challenge at Nina’s house.
In Nina’s imaginary life, which was the one she wished she were leading, rather than the one she’d been handed at birth, she would get up, wash her face with a variety of responsibly sourced products, shower in one of those showers with multiple heads (though she often wondered what happened when you bent down for the shampoo—Did you get a blast of water full in the face? That seemed rude), and then dress herself in comfortable but stylish clothes made of natural fibers picked by well-paid workers. Are you following all this? Then she would breakfast on fresh fruit and whole grains and yogurt made from milk freely donated by goats who had more than they needed for themselves. She would be grateful and mindful and not in any way blemished.
It was actually more like this: Nina would get up and her head would hurt because she drank wine that was at least 30 percent sulfites or whatever it is that causes headaches. Her mouth would feel like the inside of one of those single socks you see on the street sometimes, and her hair would be depressed. She would stand slightly crouched by the coffee maker and shiver until the coffee was done. Sometimes her glassy eyes would rest on her visualization corner and she would resent the steady way the planet whirled around the sun without consulting her at all. Day after day, night after night, rinse and repeat. Basically, until the first slug of caffeine hit her system, she was essentially in suspended animation, and she’d been known to drool.
Once she was caffeinated and showered, she was a whole new person. That person would take a second cup of coffee to the big armchair and pull out her planner and pencil box. She would decide what to eat, and how she was going to exercise. She would make a shopping list. She would feel like her life was controlled and organized and heading in the right direction. It was the most satisfying part of her day.
Today she had a book club meeting, after which her plan was to come home and read until bedtime. She laid out some extra fluffy pajama pants and socks in preparation. She made a note to get popcorn. She made a note to get mini marshmallows to go in her cocoa. And then she made a note to get cocoa. And milk. And then she looked on eBay for an interesting vintage cocoa mug, but then she noticed the time and closed everything and rushed off to work.
On the way to work, Nina felt pretty chirpy, and put in her earbuds and pretended she was in a movie, smiling at all the people who passed her and saying hello to the dogs. She had this fantasy a lot, that her life was like The Truman Show, that audiences all over the world were enjoying her playlist and hairstyle as much as she was. She would angle her face to the sun to help the lighting guy, or look over her shoulder to give the camera back there something to do. In public Nina was a quiet, reserved person; in private she was an all-singing, all-dancing cavalcade of light and motion. Unless she was a quivering ball of anxiety, because that was also a frequently selected option. She was very good at hiding it, but anxiety was like her anti-superpower, the one that came out unbidden in a crisis. The Hulk gets angry; Nina got anxious. Nina had a lot of sympathy for Bruce Banner, particularly the version played by Mark Ruffalo, and at least she had Xanax. He only had Thor.
Nina reached Larchmont Boulevard, with its artisanal hat and cheese shops (two different shops; that would be a weird combination, especially in warm weather), and turned into her favorite café to grab a gluten-free low-fat bran muffin. Just kidding, it was a chocolate croissant.
“Hi, Nina,” said Vanessa, a friend of hers who worked there. “What’s new?”
“Surprisingly little,” Nina said. “I’ll have a chocolate croissant.”
“The breakfast of champions.”
Nina said, “I think that means mushrooms.” She sounded more confident than she was.
Vanessa shrugged. “Look, I’ve only had two cups of coffee. I’m barely alive.”
Nina took her croissant without a bag and ate it as she crossed the street. Multitasking and eco-sensitive all at once. Not even 9 a.m. and already ahead for the day.
Liz looked up as she walked in. “Ooh, did you get one of those for me?”
Nina turned and went back across the street.
A minute later she had returned. “Yes, I did, funnily enough.”
“That’s so nice of you. How was the trivia thing?”
Liz stared at her. “What? You never lose.”
Nina kicked a bookcase. “Well, we did last night. It came down to a tiebreaker and the topic was horse racing and we lost. Did you know all racehorses have their birthday on January first? No? Neither did I.”
Liz frowned at her. “Don’t kick the bookcase. I’m sorry your fund of general knowledge stops short of the sport of kings, but damage the fittings and it’s coming out of your wages.” She turned to walk away, clicking her tongue, but then suddenly turned back. “And don’t forget to make a pile of books in case of Mephistopheles.” She walked on, then stopped again. “Oh, and I forgot in the shock of your losing, you missed a call.”
Nina swept the buttery crumbs from her sweater, glad none of them had lingered long enough to leave a stain (which always made her think of The Simpsons: “Remember . . . if the paper turns clear, it’s your window to weight gain”), and frowned at her. “A call? A customer?”
Liz shrugged and bit into her croissant, adding crumbs to her own shirt. “I don’t know. A man. He asked for Nina Hill, which is you, and when I asked if he wanted to leave a message, he said he would call back.” The phone rang. “Maybe that’s him.”
But it wasn’t; it was someone else entirely, and Nina had already forgotten about the call when the man who’d placed it walked into the bookstore a couple of hours later.
He stood out immediately, because he was wearing a suit of a cut and kind not often seen on Larchmont Boulevard. A serious suit. A white shirt with starch. A pocket square. Most of the people in Larchmont worked in one creative field or another, and tended to wear hooded sweatshirts and high-tops. The more successful they were, the shabbier they looked. This guy looked like an alien. “Nina Hill?”
Liz pointed at her, although Nina had already looked up when she’d heard her name, like a cat hearing a distant can opener. She’d been happily shelving new nonfiction, and at that very moment was holding a book about earthworms and thinking fondly of Phil and his generous nature. She looked over at the guy and decided he was probably bad news.
He approached her, gliding as if he were on casters, and said, “Miss Hill? Nina Lee Hill?” It was too late to run for it, and as far as she knew, there were no outstanding warrants for her arrest, so she nodded.
He smiled. “Is there somewhere we might speak privately?”
Definitely bad news.
The office at Knight’s was very small and mostly filled with cartons of books, oversize poster board advertisements for books, and piles of books that threatened to tip and spill at any moment. There was one chair, which was supposed to be adjustable but wasn’t, and the man gestured in a “go ahead” kind of way, so Nina sat. That turned out to be super weird, because her face was basically on the same level as his crotch—see: broken chair—so she stood back up. He didn’t sit down, either, as there really wasn’t room to get past her, and so they stood there, about four inches too close to each other to be comfortable. Nina wanted to take a big step back, and possibly assume a defensive stance, but the moment had passed, and if she did it now, it would seem rude. Oh my God, she thought, it’s hard to be human sometimes, with the pressure to be civilized lying only very thinly over the brain of a nervous little mammal. Maybe other people’s layer of civilization was thicker than hers; hers was like a peel-off face mask after it had been peeled. Through the edge of the door she could see Liz hovering, in case she needed help. Feeling better, she decided to take the plunge and smile.
“How can I help you, Mr. . . . ?”
“Sarkassian. I’m a lawyer for the estate of William Reynolds.”
“OK.” Nina waited. She’d never heard of the guy. Was she supposed to know the name?
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” The lawyer paused.
Nina kept waiting. If it were really bad news, the police would have shown up, right?
“I’m sorry to tell you that your father has died.”
After a brief pause during which Nina checked for double meanings or maybe a language difficulty, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, there must be a mistake. I don’t have a father.” That sounded wrong. “I mean, of course I have a father, but I’ve never known him. We’re not connected in any way, I mean. I don’t know who he is.”
“He is, or rather was, William Reynolds.”
“I don’t think so.”
The lawyer nodded. “He was. The estate has a letter from your mother, Candice Hill, confirming his paternity and absolving him of all parental liability and responsibility under the proviso he never attempt to contact you.”
Nina sat down on the chair after all. “I don’t . . .”
Mr. Sarkassian was balding on top but with hair around the sides and back, like someone wearing a brown woolly hat with everything but the brim removed. He spoke quickly and firmly, and Nina wondered if he’d been practicing on the way over. He couldn’t possibly have to break this kind of news all the time, surely? “Mr. Reynolds clearly abided by your mother’s wishes during his lifetime, but you were nonetheless included in his list of beneficiaries.”
He paused, but Nina looked at him without replying, largely because she had absolutely no response to that.
“I’m here to invite you to attend the reading of the will, which is actually in a few weeks.” He looked apologetic. “It’s taken me rather longer than I hoped to find you, as you could have been anywhere.” He shot back a French cuff and looked at his watch. “Imagine my surprise when you turned out to be half a mile away in Los Angeles.”
He smiled, relieved to finally have some good news to share. “Because this is where the rest of your family lives, of course.”
Nina shook her head like Phil did when she put drops in his ears. “My family?”
The lawyer patted her on the arm, and she was too weirded out to even bridle. “I’m sorry, I had no idea your paternity would be news to you.” A momentary expression of judgment crossed his face, and Nina spoke.
“My mother clearly didn’t think Mr. Reynolds would have been a good father.”
Another expression crossed Sarkassian’s face, though this one was harder to read.
“Well, she may have been right. It was a long time ago. Here’s my card—my office address is on it—and we’ll be in touch with details of the will reading.” He paused. “In the meantime, I’m afraid you may be hearing from your brothers and sisters. I had to let them know about you, because they wanted to know why the will reading had to wait.”
Nina stared at him. “My what now?”
“Your brothers and sisters.”
“I have brothers and sisters?”
He coughed. “I’m afraid your father was married three times.”
“Just not to my mother.”
“Right.” He nodded. “But to other women. You actually have three sisters and a brother, two nephews and two nieces, and two great-nieces and a great-nephew. Plus two stepmothers still living, though you don’t need those, I imagine.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve asked one of your nephews, Peter Reynolds, to get in touch and explain the whole family to you, because it’s complicated and he’s the only one everyone is always talking to.”
Nina stared at him. “I’m sorry, but can I pretend you never told me? I don’t really want any more people in my life. I’ve done fine without them for nearly thirty years.” She felt her breathing start to get shallow and willed herself to slow it down so she wouldn’t hyperventilate and topple to the ground.
The lawyer had clearly not considered this option and looked puzzled. “Mr. Reynolds was an extremely wealthy man, and the fact that you’re a beneficiary means he presumably left you something of value.”
Nina tried to focus. “Well, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but unless it’s a butt load of money, I really don’t care. I’m not sure I even care if it’s a butt load of money.”
“Of course you do,” said the lawyer. “Everyone cares about money.” Again with the watch. “I have to go. Peter will contact you shortly. None of them were very thrilled to hear about you, I’m afraid. Except Peter.”
“He’s supportive of illegitimate children?”
Sarkassian turned to leave. “He’s an anthropologist.”
Reading Group Guide
Readers Guide for
The Bookish Life of Nina Hill
Questions for Discussion
1. At the outset of the novel Nina appears very happy, although she really prefers to be alone. How does that change by the end of the novel? What role does solitude play in your life?
2. Nina loves books and is a self-proclaimed introvert. What does she find so appealing about reading? Do you think both extroverts and introverts can be passionate about reading books? How do you think the experience is similar and different for both personality types? Why do you enjoy reading?
3. Pages from Nina’s planner were included in the book. Do you feel that added to the narrative? How did Nina’s planner pages reflect her state of mind? Do you find planning and organizing helps you feel more in control?
4. Nina’s mind is constantly moving, filling with ideas, facts, and information. How does this help and hinder Nina? What do you think are the pros and cons of having such an active brain?
5. Nina has found a group of friends who share her love of books, trivia, and popular culture. At the opening of the novel these people are her chosen family. What interests are you passionate about? Do you have a chosen family of like-minded people, or are your friends drawn from a wider pool?
6. Nina was raised by her nanny, Louise, a woman who wasn’t her biological parent, but who loved and cared for her very deeply. Does Nina consider Lou family? What part do you think biology plays in the formation of family?
7. After discovering her father, Nina realizes his personality resembles hers in many ways, something she feels conflicted about. What traits does Nina share with her father? What does she like about sharing certain personality characteristics with him? What does she find difficult about it? What attributes or flaws do you share with your parents, and how does that make you feel about yourself and about them?
8. Do you think Nina will be permanently changed by discovering her family, or will she remain essentially the same?
9. Nina struggles badly with anxiety, which is often quite debilitating. What are her coping mechanisms? Do you think they are healthy ways to deal with her stress? How do you handle anxieties and fears in your own life?
10. For Nina, a bookstore or library represents sanctuary. Why do you think that is? Do you feel similarly? What are some of your favorite bookstores and libraries? What are other happy places in your life?
11. Tom is not a bookish person, but his character complements Nina’s. Why do you think Nina and Tom work so well together as a couple? How do they complement one another? In what ways have your relationships succeeded or failed because of how well you “fit” together?
12. Nina works in an independent bookstore and seems to enjoy the physical-paper version of books. Do you prefer to read physical books or ebooks? Is your enjoyment of books affected by whether or not you read them on paper? In the street battle over books that happens toward the end of the novel, which side would you be on?
13. Los Angeles is a major city, but Larchmont is clearly a very defined neighborhood, with a small-town atmosphere. Are you surprised by that aspect of Los Angeles, and does it conflict with the way the city is normally portrayed in popular culture?
14. In addition to her deep love of books, Nina also loves all forms of popular culture, including movies and TV shows. Do you think that is common, or do most people prefer one over the other? Which do you prefer?
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4.5 stars The Bookish Life of Nina Hill was such a quirky and fun read. The writing hooked me right from the start and really drew me into the story. The Los Angeles setting was a wonderful surprise, and I loved seeing all of the different locations and references, especially the book store where Nina worked. I have actually visited this store (which is cleverly called Knight's in the book) and I cackled several times at the author's hilariously accurate descriptions of the area and different LA-isms. Book lovers will identify and relate a lot to Nina. She sometimes came across as a socially awkward book snob, but I still found her character very endearing. She's living what she considers to be a wonderful life, but as the book progresses we see that that life isn't quite as fulfilling as she believed it to be. Though there is romance in the book, I really feel like the main love story is between Nina and herself. She's coming into her own, accepting, growing, making mistakes, and adapting to all the new things and people in her life. Considering her world got turned completely upside down, I felt like she responded really well. I loved the colorful cast of characters that we meet throughout the book, especially Peter, Lydia, and how cute was Tom? He complemented Nina well, but I would have liked a little more time spent on establishing and building their connection. There is a little bit of drama, and I feel like Tom overreacted, but I also liked that he wasn't a doormat and knew what he wanted. The resolution to their drama was perfect though and left me with a huge smile on my face. Overall, this was a fantastic novel and I definitely plan to read more from this author. *I voluntarily read an advance review copy of this book*
4.5 STARS! 4.5 STARS! Such a fun read, The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman is an adorable and heartwarming novel! Nina Hill is quirky, sarcastic, and an introvert. She lives in a small apartment with her cat, Phil and works at a bookstore. Nina doesn't have much of a relationship with her mother as she was basically raised by her nanny, Louise. Nina is also imaginative. She gets lost in the stories she reads and loves, which is what all bookworms do. Soon, Nina uncovers that her deceased father (whom she never met) made her a beneficiary in his will. She also discovers she has brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces and even great-nephews/nieces. She finds what she's always longed for... A family. Along the way Nina also finds love. Abbi Waxman takes us on a journey throughout this novel. A journey of self-discovery through Nina's eyes. One in which she battles anxiety and has to realize she doesn't have to be alone to feel content. This journey allows Nina to grow and come into herself. The only fault I found was there were moments that the plot felt a bit rushed, and I'm that person that always wants more in a story... especially from the secondary characters. Regardless, it was a joy watching Nina live outside her books for once! The Bookish Life of Nina Hill was brilliantly witty and at times emotional. I enjoyed it 100%! It was small parts romance and bit of angst, but overall this book leaned more towards women's fiction. Without question, this novel will captivate you and make you laugh. If you're a fellow bookworm like myself and Nina Hill then this is a must read!
3 1/2 Caffeinated Stars! I wish I loved this book as much as I loved the description. When I read the description, I know this book was going to be perfect for me. I related so much to Nina, and within the first few chapters, I was prepared to give this book Five Caffeinated Stars because it was incredibly witty and fun. I loved the banter that Nina and Liz had, and I understood Nina's anxiety. Unfortunately, this book didn't live up to the first few chapters. After a couple of chapters, I just stopped feeling that connection to the book. As much as I should have related to Nina, I just couldn't. I never felt the link to any of the characters because we never really saw/experienced their emotions. We were just told how they felt, which didn't give me any connection. Though I didn't find a kinship with the characters, I did enjoy them. There were plenty of witty comebacks & it was fun to see them interact. Something that I loved about this book was the story. It felt unique, and I appreciated many of the plot points. I will say that at times, it felt as if the author took the easy way out of any of the conflicts. I would have liked to see the characters overcome their obstacles. There is something beautiful about seeing character growth, and I didn't see much of it in this book. Though I didn't love this book, I enjoyed it. It was a quick read that kept me entertained. The characters are interesting, and the plot was fun. If this book sounds like something you would love, I say give it a chance. There was great potential in this book, but with a lack of connection with the characters, it just wasn't my favorite. *I received this book in exchange for an honest review.*
*4.5 stars rounded up! Nina is one of the most delightful characters I've had the pleasure to encounter in a story in recent days. She's twenty-nine, single, and works in a bookstore. She's sassy and an introvert who loves books--they are her main interest--but she's also terrific at trivia games and the collector of useless factoids. She thinks she has her life together and organized until suddenly things start happening that kick up her anxiety level: she learns her father has died, a man whose identity was kept from her, and now she has gone from being a single child with an absent photo-journalist mother to having family galore; and she's decided she doesn't have time for a boyfriend in her life...until she meets Tom. Such complications in an orderly life! Calling all book lovers! This novel is charming, heart-warming and absolutely hilarious! And did I mention there's lots about books, my favorite topic? I received an arc of this novel from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review. And my honest review is that I loved this book! I've read three books by Abbi Waxman and enjoyed them all but this is by far my favorite. Highly recommend. 4 likes
There have been a recent spate of contemporary novels' predominantly romances, in which one of the protagonists is, in layman's terms, somewhere on the autism spectrum. Whilst I have enjoyed these novels I did feel like it was the latest 'thing' that authors were using to make their novels different, so while I liked the blurb for this book I was also kind of dreading that jump on the bandwagon vibe. Luckily I was wrong. Nina Hill might be more devoted to her carefully scheduled life of books, the bookshop where she works, her quiz team and her cat Phil but she has friends, it's just that as an only child she values her solitude. Okay, not everyone would schedule "nothing" as an actual activity once a week which cannot be missed, not even say for a date with a hot guy, but I think that just makes her a little eccentric. Nina's quiz team "Book 'Em Danno"'s greatest rivals are "You're A Quizzard, Harry", Nina loathes (but also fancies) the rival team's captain, a big athletic looking guy who knows more about sports than Nina's team. Tom, her quizzing nemesis, turns out to be Nina's opposite, a man who rarely makes a plan but he also has the same sense of humour, likes the same nerdy films and seems really sweet, even if he doesn't read books. Then Nina discovers that she is not an only child. Her mysterious father turns out to have been married three times (as well as having a short-lived affair with Nina's mother) and she now has half-siblings ranging in age from fifty-nine to ten, nephews, nieces, great nieces and great nephews. She has also inherited something from her father, who turns out to have been very wealthy, and so parts of her new family worry that she is a gold-digger. This was sweet, funny and relatable, I love books and quizzes (although I don't pretend to the sort of in-depth knowledge that Nina possesses) and my idea of heaven is scheduling reading time. If you are looking for a quirky romance I can highly recommend this novel.
My Review Who doesn't love reading a book about a fellow bookworm? This is a perfect book for us! I loved everything about this book! Nina Hill is such a relatable character and you could easily connect to her. She's smart, funny, and sassy. She's a total introvert who may just be a little OCD about her schedule. She hates the unexpected and has anxiety. Abbie Waxman nailed it with this book! Not only does she do such an excellent job of making lovable characters but she also explores the dynamics of her relationships with her friends and new found family. She doesn't make it overbearing but uses wit and humor to keep the story light! We get to watch Nina grow and overcome her obstacles. This book literally made me laugh out loud several times and had me chuckling.you get book quotes, movie mentions and trivia questions! One of my favorites was Nina's list of 5 perfect things! Hers are reading, cats, dogs, honeycrisp apples, and coffee. My 5 perfect things are reading, cats, mountain dew, sleep, and the beach! QOTD: What are your 5 favorite things? #thebookishlifeofninahill #mybookishlife #myfavoritefive #abbiwaxman #netgalley #berkley #booksaboutbooks #booksofinstagram #bookphotography #booksbooksbooks #booklover #bookobsessed #bookhoarder #bookaholic #booknerd #bibliophiles #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #BookShark
Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher I was able to read this book in exchange for an honest review. *** The Bookish Life of Nina Hill follows introverted, book loving Nina as her life is thrown for a loop. Nina likes order, thrives on it in fact, and gets the surprise of her life when the father she never knew dies and includes her in the will setting her in the sights of a family she never knew. Brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews oh my! On top of all this her trivia nemesis, Tom, might be more than she thought and she is quickly losing control of the order in her life. The book is fairly cute, the banter pretty spot on, and a lot of pop culture references, not just books. I’m a sucker for found family and Nina only just found this side of her family so it works for me. Her new family is quite big and a little overwhelming for someone whose only had her mom and nanny her whole life so seeing her adjust to it was interesting. I saw a fair bit of myself in Nina, she prefers going home and reading over surrounding herself with people. Most of the time she does get with people it’s usually about books. She has anxiety and best recharges and recovers when she’s alone. I got her to a degree, sometimes her thought track would lose me or would be a bit much but for the most part I got her. Tom was kind of a swoon worthy guy. I enjoyed him a lot too, but again the inner monologue would lose me a fair bit, and while I liked him the chemistry between him and Nina didn’t mesh for me as well as I’d hoped. He tried, and stumbled, when it came to Nina but at least at the end they seemed to be on the same page and that was definitely a step in the right direction for me. It’s a book that is quite perfect for a beach read, or light reading in general. It’s a fairly quick and fun read.
Imagine it’s a cold winter’s day. Do you know that feeling when you climb into your favorite oversized fleece pajamas, dip your toes into the fluffiest socks ever made, and curl up into your favorite chair with a steaming cup of your favorite tea? The warmth that envelopes you and penetrates you, melting away the chill? This is how The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman made me feel. Like I was being hugged by my most favorite person in the whole world. Life I was safe and understood. Another blogger (whose name I wish I could remember) recently wrote a review of Waxman’s novel, and I thought one particular line of their review summed up this truly wonderful book perfectly—a love letter to readers. If there was ever a perfect tagline, that would be the one. Waxman’s novel follows the story of Nina Hill, a sometimes anxious book and trivia nerd who loves her perfectly simple and quiet life. Working in a book store by day, she spends her free time with a few very dear friends, including, her wonderful cat, Phil. On her most favorite day, Thursday, she curls into her own favorite pajamas and reads. All night. Her own little slice of heaven. One day, Nina’s world is turned completely upside down, when she receives word that her father (whose identity was previously unknown to her) has passed away. Nina is given notice not only of her invitation to the will signing, but that she has also inherited quite a large amount of family, including brothers and sisters. Plus, there’s a man she may or may not like. Lots of new people. Cue panic attack. The blurb of The Bookish Life of Nina Hill may lead readers to surmise that this is a light and fun story about what it is like to be a book addict. This is true, but it is also so very much more. Nina is the type of character with which, amazingly, every single human being will be able to find at least one commonality. She is funny, smart, cute, and sassy, but she is also riddled with bouts of insecurity and anxiety. To cope, she often pushes everyone and everything (except Phil and her books, of course) as far away as she can. I think each and every one of us has done this at one point or another in our lives. Nina is a perfectly flawed example of what it is to be human. In many ways, there are several love stories. One about traditional romantic love, one about learning to love others (even the difficult ones), and the most important love story—the one about learning to love yourself. Waxman’s prose is clever, witty, and often so profoundly touching that it will, for a brief moment, take your breath away. You will smile, laugh out loud, fall in love, and even feel worried and anxious sometimes. Then you will feel these tremendous emotions grow and grow until they beg to spill out from your eyes. Even if you were to stretch the savoring of this book out over an extremely long period of time, “The End” would arrive far too soon. I feel such a supreme loss right now. Although my friend Nina will always be with me, our adventures together, for now, are done. One of the most wonderful things about literature, and all forms of art, is that there is the intended purpose of the creation by the maker, and the unintentional one. The hidden story tucked behind the ink tells the reader about the magical person who created this special gift. Nina loved books because they transported her to magical places, introduced her to innumerable special friends. Because of this, she didn’t only love bo
I saw very few book references--lots of TV show references. Very sorry I bought this.
A Lovely Read. I was a First Read Winner of this book and I really enjoyed it. I liked the characters, especially our little introvert Nina, and how she slowly opens up to life and unforeseen changes, and the rest of the motley crew. There was of course anxiety but also some romance and the book moved at a good pace for me. I could relate to the storyline and I miss not having a nice bookshop close by. I would love to see where life takes Nina but I am not sure that there will ever be a sequel. Either way I found it to be an entertaining read, and it will make my list of books that I like to re-read. Abbi Waxman has a new fan in me.
Nina just found out her dad has died. She never knew she had a dad, let alone bothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews. This throws her whole world out of kilter. On top of this….she has met a new, potential boyfriend. Her anxiety level is through the roof. Well! I completely related to Nina! She is an introvert after my own heart. She works in a book store (my dream job!). She is completely nerdy, especially with her planner. I actually laughed out loud and some of her entries. So wonderfully realistic! She also has the best reactions to people. I caught myself laughing out loud at many of her antics. This story is full of humor, fantastic characters and wonderful book references. What is not to enjoy? This is a perfect read for an introverted bibliophile!
In the Bookish Life of Nina Hill, Nina is a book lover, a list manic, a cat owner, an introvert, and a nerdy trivia player. Nina is also me! (if I was a Millennial of course). Nina loves her quiet, well-ordered life working in a bookstore, serving her cat Phil, playing on a pub trivia team, and above all losing herself in books. When she finds herself with a new large extended family after her unknown father’s death, her world threatens to teeter into disorder (or what OCD’ish Nina calls chaos). While that is the plot in a nutshell, the heart’s blood of the Bookish Life of Nina Hill is Nina herself. All “bookworms” like myself will feel an immediate kinship to Nina. She’s adorable! While outwardly an introvert, Nina’s thoughts are full of snarky side eyes at the people surrounding her and pop/literary references like a book-reading Bart Simpson. Even with her love of her second favorite 19th century novel, Pride and Prejudice, Nina still is of the current century. She is a member of many clubs that sound like they came straight out of the nerdy section of the Meetup app. Anyone who is female and likes to read will see themselves in Nina and truly enjoy this book. How can a reader not love a book that starts out with a quote from Sally Brown from Peanuts waxing poetic about library cards! It is highly recommended. I loved it and didn’t want it to end. 5 stars! While I received an advanced review copy from Berkley Books and Edelweiss+ in exchange for my honest review, I also bought it on audio. The narrator, Emily Rankin, is exceptional and improved this already great book. I wish I could give it an extra star in audible form.
Twenty-nine year old Nina Hill has lived a fairly singular life. Her single mother thought she didn’t need to know anything about her father and then proceeded to leave Nina in the care of a wonderful nanny until she left for college. Nina relies on herself, her books, and her planner to keep her life in order. Her very organized life is upended when she finds herself with a new family courtesy of the father she never met. Abbi Waxman’s novel is about what can happen if Nina can get past the anxiety and open herself to change and a wonderful new path in life. Nina might just find people who “get her” and even like her. I enjoyed The Bookish Life of Nina Hill and was delighted to see a few characters from Waxman’s first novel, The Garden of Small Beginnings, make an appearance. Recommended to fans of the author and easy, breezy novels you could read in a day.
Sometimes a book and a reader just do not match, and this is one of those books for me. 29-year-old Nina is a shy introvert who loves books and trivia. Meeting a family she didn't know she had throws her into trauma and angst. I couldn't bring myself to care about Nina, her family, her friends, or her story, so I gave up and stopped reading after about 30% of the book. Thanks to NetGalley for providing a preprint copy.
Don't you love it when you don't know much about a book, but it turns out to be the perfect book for you at that moment? I enjoyed The Bookish Life of Nina Hill so, so much! Nina is single, lives alone (except for her cat Phil), loves to read, and works at a bookstore. She thrives on routine, using her planner, and being in control of her life. I related to Nina on so many levels and from what I'm seeing around bookstagram, many others readers have as well. I've seen this book described as a love letter to bookworms and I couldn't agree more! Interspersed between the chapters are pages from Nina's planner and this planner loving girl loved them! What a creative way to gain more insight into Nina's character. Wouldn't it be fun to see planner pages from other popular book characters?! Abbi Waxman's writing was incredibly entertaining. This is my first book of hers and I will absolutely be reading more! The diaglogue through the novel is clever and funny, very conversational, and delighful to read. Nina's story is whimsical, hilarious, and so much fun to read! 5 book loving stars from this fellow book nerd!
4.5 stars! Awkward heroines are my catnip, and Nina Hill is the new queen of quirkiness. My dear fellow introverted bibliophiles, let it be known that I was utterly charmed by The Bookish Life of Nina Hill. The book is written with a cheeky sense of humor that may be over the top for some, but I loved it—particularly the more I read. It fits Nina’s quick wit and eccentric personality. I enjoyed her overactive imagination, her endless well of trivia knowledge, and her compassion. Nina’s struggle with anxiety and her delight in solitude really resonated with me. I got a kick out of her full but regimented life, and I particularly looked forward to her cute daily planner notes at the beginning of each chapter. Her long lost family boasts a colorful and diverse cast of characters. The way she navigates these new relationships is incredibly fun to experience. Throughout all the highs and lows, Nina embraces her weirdness, and you’ve got to admire that. This lovely, heartwarming story fit my summer mood perfectly. A reader’s guide with some great discussion questions is included at the end, so you could easily make The Bookish Life of Nina Hill your next book club selection. An early copy was received to voluntarily read.
Wow! This was a fun one! I don't know that I've ever read a book so completely relatable! Nina loves books... like a lot. She's great at trivia, loves cats, and planning and has a bit of a problem with anxiety. Is this me?? The story was complete fun, chugging along at a great pace. The plot-points all seemed to tie together perfectly and the large cast all had a moment to shine. And have I mentioned the romance? It's good you guys. It's really, really good! This is the perfect summer read and I have a feeling a lot of you will be able to relate to Nina as much as I did!
This is by far one of the most relatable books I have ever read. There is no avoiding loving the character of Nina Hill. She is an introverted bookworm who loves being home, staying in her comfort zone and talks to her cat way too much (I don’t have a cat but I talk to my horses and birds way too much), even so she has a packed schedule with events and friends and an amazingly full life. It’s just one of comfort. When she is forced out of her comfort zone life gets a lot more interesting, if a bit more anxiety inducing. Overall I really enjoyed this book. I loved all the characters, I loved the awkward situations Nina finds herself in and I think the character development was done very well. The only thing that kept from a 5 star read for me was that I wanted a little bit more of the family aspect of things. I was left feeling like I missed out on a portion of that story line. Still a fantastic read that I highly recommend to all my introverted bookworm friends.
Title: The Bookish Life of Nina Hill Author: Abbi Waxman Publisher: Berkley Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating: Five Review: "The Bookish Live of Nina Hill" by Abbi Waxman My Rationalization: I enjoyed reading "The Bookish Life of Nina Hill" maybe because I am too a book reader. When it looks as though Nina has her life all placed out with 'detailed planner, small circle of friends, book clubs, trivia nights and working at Knights Book store something will happen that will give her cause to wonder what in the world is going on? It seems as though Nina has an inheritance from a father she didn't know of plus a family of 'complicated siblings, nieces, nephews, and multiple stepmothers." The main question is why had Nina's mother not told her of her father? To make matter even more complicated she meets Tom who was her trivia nemesis where there seems to be some interest. How in the world will she handle all of this? Will her life be too full to squeeze him in? Oh, by the way, did I tell you Nina suffers from 'Anxiety?' I found this read fascinating with its witty humor along with Nina's thought pattern. However, the reader will have to keep up because there will be lots of characters...Louise, Liz, Mr. Meffo, Phil [cat], Polly Lisa, Eliza, Millie, Archie, Leah, Tom, Peter and I am sure I have left out a few others that will add to this interesting story. To find out how this will all work out for Nina you will have to pick up "The Bookish Life Of Nina Hill" to see how this story will all turn out. It will be a funny and witty story all-around that will keep you turning the pages to see what's coming next. I would highly recommend this novel. Thanks to Netgalley and the publishers for my eARC in exchange for an honest review.
I loved this novel! Abbi Waxman takes us into the life of Nina Hill and her friends and newly found family. This book will have you laughing out loud (which I did often). We have all been Nina Hill at times, navigating through life and anxiety. She sometimes stumbles but always manages to pull through. I have ordered this book for my library and will bring it to the book club I host. Ms. Waxman, thank you for this witty, wonderful read. And thank you for the laughs, we all need to laugh!
Writing: 4.5/5 Plot: 3/5 Characters: 4/5 Pleasure reading: 5/5 Fun book with a capital F! Nina Lee Hill is introduced to us as the “spinster of this parish and heroine both of her own life and the book you’re holding in your hand.” The parish in question is Knights — an independent bookstore in Larchmont Village (a quaint neighborhood in central Los Angeles) and her place of employment. She is a delightfully interesting character — an anxiety-ridden Millenial with a super-active brain who thinks of books as “medication and sanctuary and the source of all good things.” A surprise bequest from a father she didn’t know she had coupled with an obnoxious but attractive trivia competitor form the scaffolding of the simultaneously modern and Edwardian plot of this ultra-literary, romp through a central LA I never knew existed. Funny, intelligent, and clever writing coupled with an array of engaging and quirky characters make this book what it is. Great dialog and banter and even … grammar jokes! The literary references range from Harry Potter to Chinua Achebe, Dickens and Austen to SF biggies Gaiman and Stephenson, Star Wars to Flowers for Algernon. I even discovered some new “classics” — a rare occurrence for me. Part Eleanor Oliphant, part Jane Austen, a great, fun, read that will leave you gasping on the floor from too much lol-ing. Delightful Quotes: “Grilled cheese in any form was her spirit animal.” “Nina might battle crippling anxiety once or twice a week, but she also worked in retail, and rudeness is the special sauce on the burger that is the Los Angeles shopping public.” After sputtering the phrase “Cool Beans” at the object of her affection … “At this her brain threw up its metaphorical hands and curled upon its stem like a pissed off hen.” Quotes about Los Angeles: “Whenever Nina was stuck there, which was rarely, because she would rather have filled her ears with flaming dog turds than go to the West side…” “Sartre said hell was other people, but that was only because the 405 hadn’t been built yet.”
I loved this book! As a librarian and a book lover anything with "book" in the title catches my eye. Nina Hill is in her 30's. She has her life arranged just the way she likes it, with work in a book store in a quaint neighborhood in LA, book clubs, sporadic exercise and daily goal planning. She's a trivia master and the book is sprinkled with pop culture references and bits of trivia to prove it. Then Nina meets Tom at a Trivia contest. She's very interested, which frightens her, yet attracts her. They keep running into each other as the plot progresses. Nina also finds out that her father has passed away and left something for her in his will. Except Nina didn't know her father, not even his name. Her mother is a photographer who toted baby Nina along with her on photo shoots all over the world until Nina started walking. Then Lou, her nanny took over and raised Nina to adulthood. No mention of her father ever. It turns out she has quite the extended family - aunts, brothers, sisters, neices, nephews, even grand nieces and grand nephews. Some are very nice, some are not. As Nina works to incorporate all the new people and information in her life, she learns a lot about herself, her family, and her expectations. Well-written, funny and a lot of fun to read, this book will appeal anyone who loves to read. I grew very attached to Nina and her friends and new family - I was surprised when the book ended. I wanted it to keep going for another 10 or 100 chapters. I look forward to reading other works of Abbi Waxman.
Some parts of the story I liked, some parts I didn't. There were quite a few things about Nina I could relate to though which is always nice when you are able to feel a connection to the character. Nina Hill is an only child and was raised mostly by her nanny as her single mother was hardly ever around. Nina works in a bookstore and loves to play trivia with her friends. She likes structure and is thrown for a loop when things don't go according to plan. When she receives news that the father she never knew has died and she actually has quite a few siblings, nephews, nieces, and other relatives, let's just say Nina's simple and comfortable life is about to change. Her romantic life is also about to get interesting when a man named Tom takes a liking to her. Books and reading were definitely a big part of the story which I loved and along with some of Nina's other personality traits were things I could easily relate to. I might be in the minority here but I didn't really care for whole new family storyline. I was much more invested in her romantic life and how she had to adjust when random things would happen which nudged her out of her comfort zone a bit. Overall a solid read, but not perfect. Thank you to First to Read for the opportunity to read an advance digital copy! I was under no obligation to post a review and all views expressed are my honest opinion.
Nina Hill. She's that bookworm we all relate to. Whether we're actually an introvert with anxiety or picture a wall of books and scheduled reading time on Thursday nights there is something about Nina that will draw you in. She's that typical "quirky" character in a romcom. But the one that you're like "yes, I actually want to be your friend." Because she's not like "roll your eyes girl that takes off her glasses and looks the same but is now considered beautiful." Instead, Nina is into Harry Potter and all the fandoms and having book clubs with pre-teen girls at the book shop she works at and she's dating and getting the same disgusting d*ck pics you didn't ask for either. Nina is enviable, though, right? Because she works at a bookstore and she seemingly has a pretty well-planned lifestyle filled with awesome nerdy things like trivia nights and book clubs and sometimes fitness. And her mom? Well she travels the world taking world-famous photographs. She's not really around but Nina's not any worse for wear because of it. Her dad? Well. That's a funny story because she didn't know even the name of her dad until a lawyer came strolling into the bookstore last week to tell her he had died and she needed to attend the will reading... with the rest of her family... make that three families since her dad has been married three times and also apparently made Nina on the side. Nina's life is about to get a little more disheveled and a lot more messy. And you can enjoy every minute of it. Because, first of all, it's not you or me that has to go through this. And second, because author Abbi Waxman makes every single word of this novel delectable.