Thinking of You

Thinking of You

by Jill Mansell


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Thinking of You by Jill Mansell

USA Today Bestseller!

Are you in the midst of one of those "exciting" phases of life, like the eerily quiet empty nest...or the new job with the distractingly attractive, off-limits boss...or a wacky new roommate who isn't at all as advertised? What about all of those at once...

Is your life full of surprises? No? Well, what if it could be?

You may begin to think you're living someone else's reality. And maybe, that's not a bad thing...

International bestselling author Jill Mansell spins a poignant and funny story of mothers, daughters, friends, and lovers...and what happens when everything takes a turn for the unexpected.

Praise for A Walk in the Park:

"What a fabulous read...laugh out loud moments, heartwarming and sweet."—Wendy's Minding Spot

"Wonderful characters...Held me captivated."—Long and Short Reviews

"A great read with drama, dry humor, and colorful characters."—RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

"Mansell excels at the ensemble romantic comedy, and her quirky but endearing characters shine once again."—Booklist

"Charming...Mansell deftly weaves a web of poignant loves stories."—Publishers Weekly

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781402281297
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 05/07/2013
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 629,775
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

With over 10 million copies sold, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Mansell writes irresistible and funny, poignant and romantic tales for women in the tradition of Marian Keyes, Sophie Kinsella and Jojo Moyes. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England.

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Chapter 1

If it was sympathy she was after, Ginny Holland might have known she'd come to the wrong place. Then again, it was early on a bright but blustery Saturday morning in October and her options were limited.

And it was only over the road from her own house, which was handy.

"I can't describe how I feel." She clenched a fist, pressed it to her breastbone, and shook her head in frustration. "It's just so... so..."

"I know exactly what it is. Bird's-nest syndrome," said Carla.

Ginny pulled a face because it was so screamingly apparent that Carla didn't have children. "Bird's-nest syndrome would be the name for the state of my hair. I have empty-nest syndrome. My nest is empty, my baby has flown away, and I just feel all hollow inside like... like a cheap Easter egg."

"Well, I think you're mad." Carla was busy executing Olympic-level sit-ups, her bare feet tucked under the edge of the cream leather sofa, her hair swinging glossily to and fro. "Jem's gone off to university. You're free again. You should be out there celebrating. Plus," she added as an afterthought, "Cadbury's Creme Eggs aren't hollow; they're full of goo."

"Unlike you," Ginny pointed out. "You're heartless."

"And you're thirty-eight, not seventy." Having completed her five millionth sit-up, Carla raised her legs in the air and, without even pausing for breath, began bicycling furiously. "I'm a year older than you and look at me; I'm having a whale of a time! I'm in tip-top condition, men can't resist me, and sex has never been better. I'm a woman in my prime," she concluded. "And so are you."

Ginny knew her life wasn't really over, of course she did, but Jem's departure had nevertheless knocked her for six. She'd always been so happy and busy before now, so endlessly occupied, that this was a whole new experience for her. Nor did it help that it was happening as winter approached. Most of the jobs here in Portsilver were seasonal and she'd just spent the last six months being rushed off her feet working in a café down on the seafront. But the tourists had gone home now, Jem was in Bristol, and Ginny was finding herself faced with way more spare time than she was used to. To add insult to injury, two other female friends had separately moved in the last month, her favorite wine bar had been bought up and turned into a noisy haven for underage drinkers of alcopops, and the Latin American dance classes she'd so enjoyed attending had come to an abrupt halt when her dance teacher had slipped doing the samba and broken his hip. All in all, it hadn't been the best October on record. And as for Carla telling her she was a woman in her prime... well, she could end up being sued for false advertising.

Glancing at her reflection in Carla's glitzy over-the-top Venetian mirror, Ginny puffed away a section of overgrown bangs that were falling into her eyes. The aforementioned bird's-nest hair was long, blond, and wavy-with-a-definite-mind-of-its-own. Sometimes it behaved, sometimes it didn't, and she had no control over it either way. Face-wise, it wasn't as if she was a wrinkled old prune-if anything, Ginny knew she looked young for her age-but in glossy magazine world there was still plenty of room for improvement. It would be lovely to be as chic, groomed, and effortlessly femme-fatalish as Carla but, let's face it, she simply couldn't be doing with making all that effort.

"You need to get yourself together." Carla finished bicycling in the air, miraculously not even puce in the face. "Cheer yourself up; get out there and have an adventure."

"I'm just saying I miss Jem." Ginny hated feeling like this. She had never been needy in her life; the idea was as horrifying to her as suddenly developing a penchant for wearing puffball miniskirts.

"She'd want you to have an adventure," Carla said reasonably.

"I know." Ginny tugged at a loose thread on her sweater sleeve. "But I really want to see her."

"Fine. Go on then, if that's what you want to do. If you think Jem won't mind." Rising gracefully to her feet and automatically checking her sleek, serum-fed hair in the Venetian mirror-yep, still perfect-Carla said, "You've made a hole in that sleeve, by the way."

Ginny didn't care; it was a manky old sweater anyway. More importantly, she'd got what she'd come for. "Right, I will."

"Will what?"

"Drive up to Bristol to see Jem. It's a great idea!"

"Now? Shouldn't you give her a ring first? She's eighteen," said Carla. "She could be getting up to any number of naughty things."

To humor Carla, Ginny said, "OK, I'll call her. You have a lovely weekend and I'll see you tomorrow night when I get back."

"I always have a lovely weekend." Carla patted her flat brown stomach. "I'm a woman in my prime, remember?" Smugly she added, "Besides, Robbie's coming round."

Robbie was the latest in a series of interchangeable pretty young boys Carla favored for their fit bodies, floppy hair, and... well, un-floppy other bits. The last thing she was looking for was commitment.

"Right, I'm off." Ginny gave her a hug.

"Give Jem my love. And drive carefully on the motorway."

"I will."

As Ginny let herself out of the house, Carla said, "And don't forget to phone first. She might not be pleased to see you."

God, best friends could be brutal. If Ginny hadn't been so excited, she might have taken offense.

But that was Carla for you; she wasn't a mother so how could she possibly understand?


"Mum! I don't believe it-how fantastic that you're here!" Jem's face lit up as she launched herself like a missile into her mother's arms, hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

Oh yes, that was a good one.

Or: "Mummy, oh my God, this is the best surprise ever... you don't know how much I've missed you..."

Whoops, mustn't make herself cry. Deliberately banishing the happy scenarios her imagination had been busily conjuring up, Ginny blinked hard in order to concentrate on the road ahead. The journey from Portsilver in north Cornwall up to Bristol took three and a half hours and so far they were on schedule to arrive at one o'clock. Luckily, Bellamy enjoyed nothing more than a nice long ride in the car and was lolling contentedly across the backseat with his eyes shut and his tongue out. Every time Ginny said in her excited voice, "Who are we going to see, Bellamy? Hey? We're going to see Jem!" he opened one eye and lazily wagged his tail.

If Ginny had owned one, she'd have been wagging hers too.

It was three weeks since Jem had left home. Ginny had braced herself for the worst but hadn't braced nearly hard enough; the aching void where Jem had once been was a million times worse than she'd envisaged. Her daughter was the most important person in her life; it was as simple as that.

As she drove toward Bristol, Ginny scrolled through some of her happiest memories. Marrying Gavin Holland on her eighteenth birthday... well, it may have been a mistake, but how could she possibly regret it when between them they had produced Jem?

Giving birth-gasping her way through ever more agonizing contractions and threatening to knock Gavin's teeth down his throat when he said plaintively, "Ouch, could you not squeeze my hand so hard? It hurts."

Holding Jem at long last and sobbing uncontrollably because the rush of love was so much more overwhelming than she'd imagined, particularly when you considered that the squalling creature you were cradling in your arms was covered in blood and gunk and slime.

Then later, tiny starfish fingers grasping the air... the first magical smile... the first day at school ("Mummy, don't leeeeave meeeee!")... and that look of blind panic on Jem's face after posting her letter to Father Christmas because what if he got her muddled up with the other Jemima, the one with sticky-out ears and glasses in Miss Carter's class?

Oh yes, there were so many perfect moments. Ginny's smile broadened as each one in turn popped into her mind. She and Gavin had separated when Jem was nine and that had been sad, of course it was, but it truly hadn't been the end of the world. Gavin had turned out not to be the settling-down-and-staying-faithful kind. Nevertheless, he'd always been a loving father and had never once let Jem down. And Jem had come through her parents' separation and subsequent divorce wonderfully well, taking the inevitable changes in her stride.

From that time on, Ginny and Jem had become truly inseparable, as close as any mother and daughter could be. Even the dreaded puberty hadn't managed to spoil their relationship and Ginny knew she'd got off lightly there; while other teenagers grew rebellious and sulky and slammed doors off their hinges, Jem had retained the ability to laugh at herself and hadn't lost her sparky, sunny nature. It had always been the two of them against the world.

At that moment a wet nose touched Ginny's left arm, and Bellamy, his head poked between the front seats, licked her elbow.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I wasn't thinking." Concentrating on the road ahead, Ginny gave his ears an apologetic rub. "How could I forget you, hmm? The three of us against the world."


The traffic on the motorway was light, and by ten to one, Ginny was on the outskirts of Bristol. Jem hadn't been keen on moving into the halls of residence. Instead, she'd got on the phone to local property agents, arranged a day of viewing back in September, and decided on a flat-share in Clifton with two other students. This was where Ginny had helped her to unload her belongings from the car three weeks earlier, prior to the arrival of the other flatmates.

Now she was crossing the Downs heading for Whiteladies Road, the location of Jem's flat on Pembroke Road indelibly printed in her mind and drawing her toward it like an invisible umbilical cord.

Actually, that conjured up a bit of a yucky image. Maybe not. Ooh, now that looked like an interesting Mexican restaurant over there on the left; maybe she and Jem could try it out this evening. And if Jem's flatmates wanted to join them, well, the more the merrier. As she indicated right and turned into Apsley Road, Ginny imagined them in the buzzy restaurant, all sitting and laughing together around a table bristling with plates and bottles of ice-cold beer, the others exclaiming, "You're so lucky, Jem. I wish my mum was as much fun as yours!"

Whoops, mind that bus.

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Thinking of You 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 33 reviews.
charlottesweb93 More than 1 year ago
To be honest, while I am a very loyal Jill Mansell reader I didn't realize how much her last two books was lacking until I read Thinking of You. I loved Thinking of You and flew through it in just a couple of days.  It  is one of those books that will touch your heart, make you laugh, and even make you cry with everything that Ginny goes through.
Twink More than 1 year ago
3.5/5 Well, my summer beach bag wouldn't be complete without Jill Mansell's latest North American release - Thinking of You. I do love a good chick lit read and British author Mansell never fails to deliver. Ginny's daughter Jem is on her way to university and that leaves the divorced Ginny with an empty nest, time on her hands and some extra finances needed. She ends up with a new roommate, a new job and a new man in her life. Sounds perfect doesn't it? But.... Jem too, has a new set of roommates, a new job and a new man. But... What I liked about Thinking of You was the two story lines from two different age perspectives. Mansell has done this in a number of her books. I think this makes her books more appealable to a larger audience. Mansell does an great job writing from each viewpoint. Ginny was of course a character you'd love to count among your circle of friends - generous and good hearted but with enough insecurities to make her 'real'. And a best friend who's a little over the top - Carla. I have to say I didn't really ever warm up to Carla at all - not before or after 'the incident'. Ginny's ex-husband Gavin was fun and I enjoyed his scenes very much. Jem was portrayed well - a young girl out on her own for the first time experiencing the heartache and heartbreak of youth. And I really enjoyed the scenes of Mom visiting the university - I've lived those and they had me laughing out loud. There are a few situations where I thought " Oh really, no one would fall for that" or some situations that were a bit too fortuitous, but then I gave my head a shake and reminded myself that it's chick lit. A place not to take things too seriously. A place where love is lost, love is found, friendships are made and tested and happy endings are the norm. In locations and places you'd like to live and work. So, while most of us will never live the lives of chick lit characters, we can visit, daydream and enjoy some escapist reading on a sunny day in the porch swing with Jill Mansell.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite book by this author but it was very enjoyable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Any novel by Jill Mansell is delightful, fun, and quirky with charming characters and Thinking of You is the same. What fun to be entertained through out the whole novel. Also never dull. I can't wait for her next book. What can I say but it's a must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love jill mansell. She delivers once again with excellent characters and a terrific story!
shannschoice More than 1 year ago
You can't help but love & identify with the main character, Ginny, in this book. She's a loving mother, a loyal friend, and has been burned by her ex. With her daughter Jem off to university, she needs more of a distraction than her slightly slutty friend & neighbor to keep her busy. She ends up with a job working for one of the last people on earth she thought would hire her--thank God he's good-looking! She also decides to rent a room out in her house. This leads to a chance meeting with what could be the love of her life, Perry. Too bad her housemate turns out to be his lovelorn, depressed sister. She too has a redeeming quality at least--she bakes delicious cakes! There's a lot happening in this book to entertain. Gavin (Ginny's obnoxious ex) is hilarious--I was totally picturing Bill Nighy the whole time & cracking up! He is blunt and to the point, but with good intentions. Along with Gavin & other funny moments, this story also contains heartbreak & betrayal. It turns out that all of the characters in this book are affected by love and where the stories go will constantly surprise you. I don't want to give too much away, but I did love this quote from page 203 which refers to being betrayed by a friend with regards to love, ""with men, sooner or later you kind of deep down expected it."" You will not be expecting some of twists & turns Mansell throws in, but you will not be disappointed with how it all ends up! Great book, I highly recommend it! And if it ever becomes a movie, don't forget Bill Nighy! Now who would play Finn.... Reviewed by Joelle for Cocktails and Books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this author and this wasn't my favorite. It was slow moving and very predictable. Easy to read though!
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RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Aubrey Book provided by NetGalley for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book I embarrassingly enough have a bit of a love affair with all things British. The accent, the vocabulary and their love of tea. I love to read any book set in Britain. Thinking of You is a book after my own heart. Jill Mansell writes in a way that makes you want to pack your bags and move to England. Her characters are cheeky, eccentric and different from the typical North American character. The cast of characters in this novel is varied. You have the very rich characters to the less than wealthy ones. Ginny the main character has a heart of gold that kind of loses her way after her only daughter moves away to go to University. Her and her daughter Jem have a parallel love story. They each are dating men that hurt them and turn out to be not like they seemed to be. The storyline is one of how great changes in life can be celebrated if you are able to roll with the punches. Life changes but at the end of the day your friends are always there to help you and bring more to life. I can’t believe I have only read a couple of Mansell’s books. I need to go stock up on them. I loved how I felt happy and content whilst reading this book. Her novels are definitely a must have for when I need a pick me up.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this novel, it was a good read particularly the second half. However, in terms of who ended up with whom at the end, it was somewhat predictable
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The book was a delight, it really wasn't what I was expecting. I can hardly wait to read more by Jill Mansell.
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Loved it!
Whodunnit More than 1 year ago
I always enjoy reading Jill Mansell's novels. She's insightful, and always brings humor into the mix.
pokeefe1 More than 1 year ago
I love all of Jill Mansell's books. I love the British humor and the crazy mixed up lives. Another great book by Jill.
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