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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prologue
  6. Friday
  7. (Gabe Parker: Shaken, Not Stirred—Part One)
  8. Then
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Now
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Saturday
  21. (Gabe Parker: Shaken, Not Stirred—Part Two)
  22. Then
  23. Chapter 11
  24. Chapter 12
  25. Chapter 13
  26. Chapter 14
  27. Now
  28. Chapter 15
  29. Chapter 16
  30. Chapter 17
  31. Chapter 18
  32. Sunday
  33. (Gabe Parker: Shaken, Not Stirred—Part Three)
  34. Then
  35. Chapter 19
  36. Chapter 20
  37. Chapter 21
  38. Now
  39. Chapter 22
  40. Chapter 23
  41. Chapter 24
  42. Chapter 25
  43. Chapter 26
  44. Chapter 27
  45. Monday
  46. (Gabe Parker: Shaken, Not Stirred—Part Four)
  47. Then
  48. Chapter 28
  49. Now
  50. Chapter 29
  51. Chapter 30
  52. Dedication
  53. Acknowledgments
  54. About the Author

As we sat, I felt more and more out of place, especially when several people turned to do the classic “stretch and stare” move. They weren’t fooling anyone, especially when I saw one of them do a double take. It was half hilarious, half insulting.

I hunched my shoulders, wishing I was shorter.

“I don’t belong here,” I said under my breath.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Gabe said.

Apparently, I hadn’t been quiet enough.

“You’re impressive,” he said.

I blinked.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said. “You write all these articles and you have your blog and you’re also doing lots of other stuff too. You’re smart and creative. That’s impressive.”

I wanted to argue with him. Wanted to tell him that among my peers I wasn’t impressive at all. I didn’t have a book contract, I didn’t have a readership. I had to scramble and hustle for every single interview I got, had to prove myself each and every time.

But the expression on his face was so genuine, so earnest, that I held my tongue and let his words sink in. And when I did, I realized, with a certain pleasant surprise, that to someone like Gabe, I might actually seem impressive. Because I made my living off my writing. It wasn’t a good living by anyone’s standards but I was surviving. I didn’t have to work a day job. My writing was supporting me just enough that I didn’t need to do anything else.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you” is what I finally settled on, just as the lights went down.

Film Fans

BREAKING OUR SHARED HEARTS
[EXCERPT]

By Evan Arnold

THERE’S SOMETHING THAT ALL US cynical, stone-hearted reviewers seem to agree on when it comes to the latest Oliver Matthias film: Bring tissues. The movie is a tearjerker to the highest degree and it earns each and every one of those sniffles it pulls out of you.

If you saw him in Tommy Jacks and thought, Wow, this is acting, well, viewers, you haven’t seen nothing yet.

Shared Hearts is a lush romantic film with an astonishingly talented cast, but Matthias stands out. He always stands out.

He will break your heart as Jonathan Hale, a down-on-his-luck salesman in postwar Britain, who stumbles into an ill-fated romance with Barbara Glory, who may or may not be a former spy.

Matthias is making a point with this movie. He’s telling the audience—which presumably contains the very same people that made the world’s worst casting choice—“This could have been your Bond.”

One can only imagine the regret they’re feeling right now.

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THE MOVIE WAS AMAZING.

“You liked it?” Gabe asked as we were pulled into the crowd of people leaving the theater.