Looking for Mr. Goodfrog by Laurie Graff released on Mar 28, 2006 is available now for purchase. Graff's follow-up to her debut, You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs (2004), finds fortysomething actress Karrie Kline at her friend Brooke's wedding. To her chagrin she's there without a date, but it works to her advantage when she hits it off with sexy Doug Fox and gives him her number. At this point, the story flashes back to recap Karrie's dating mishaps, including an almost tryst with an amorous actor friend, a foray into the world of online dating, and the development of her own one-woman stage show, Frogaphobia , based on a lifetime's worth of bad dates. Karrie's adventures from the year before take up a majority of the novel, and the narrative doesn't work its way back up to the present until it has passed the halfway mark. Readers will be happy when Doug finally reappears, and will eagerly turn the pages to learn if he is Karrie's happy ending, or if her destiny lies elsewhere. Kristine Huntley Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved "I found it ribbiting." -- Jami Gertz, actress "This book's hilarious! I can so totally relate!" -- Liz Tuccillo, writer He's Just Not That Into You and Sex and the City New York City writer/actress, Laurie Graff, is the author of You Have To Kiss A Lot Of Frogs, Looking for Mr. Goodfrog and The Shiksa Syndrome. Laurie admits to having dated her share of amphibians, but swears no frogs have been harmed during the writing of her books. She lives in New York City. Chapter One With such a wide variety of frogs, it s safe to assume that out there, somewhere, is a frog with just about any pattern you could imagine. June It s not that I m a killjoy. I m really not. Or that I can t be happy for other people. I can. In fact, I am. I m nice. Warm. And I truly understand that if you re one of the other people,not me, but if you are another person, the one everyone is supposed to be happy for because you re celebrating that thing ; if you are that person, then you want to make sure that everyone you want to invite to celebrate that thing with you knows about it way, way in advance, so everyone is available to come and be happy and help celebrate your thing . I understand this. What s more, if I had a thing to celebrate, I would want this, too. But I don t. I don t ever have any of those things , so when I open my mail and the faces of a smiling couple slip out of the envelope on the front side of a magnet I m to stick on my fridge, so every time I reach for the milk I remember to Save The Date for their thing , I have to admit that I don t feel happy. I don t feel excited. I don t think, wow, I can t wait to go this thing . What a blast it ll be. I ll dance the night away in a brand-new spaghetti-strapped Betsey Johnson. No. I just feel worried. Very, very worried that I have now been given a whole year to Save The Date, and when it finally arrives I don t know if I will even have one to take me to the thing . I wish I could say that did not happen. That last summer when the envelope arrived, and the picture of my friend Brooke and her then fiancé Mitch came tumbling out of the lavender lace-lined envelope, all I felt was sheer joy for their love. Sheer anticipation to celebrate their union. Complete happiness for my friends, without giving a second thought to myself. But I m not one to lie. Instead, I ran to the phone and called Brooke, because even though I don t have any thing to celebrate with my friends, they are my friends and I can tell them anything. "It s gorgeous!" I said, fingering the gauzy white lace that outlined the perimeter of the envelope. "This is probably the most beautiful and classiest Save-The-Date card I ever got." "Thanks," said Brooke."I think that s what they re showing now." Brooke has really good taste, but she always undercuts it by saying that she s only following a trend. As this is America and when I last looked we still had freedom of choice, at least in stationery, I think she should take more credit for her tasteful selection. Let s face it, a group e-mail might also be a trend but Brooke chose not to go that way. "So " I began. "Of course," she answered, reading my mind. "And what if I don t?" "Oh,Karrie. You ll be fine, even if you don t have a date. You know my family, we have people in common. I invited Jane and William. Fred, too, if he can fly in from L.A." How many more years will I have to go through this? "Okay. That s good. Hey are you sure Mitch doesn t have any friends?" "No," she said apologetically. "I m sorry. Wait." She paused. "Well, there is one, maybe, but we don t really think he s actually " "Thanks, Brooke. Never mind. I m sorry. I don t want to rain on your parade or anything. It s just " "Just forget it. It s a gorgeous day. Get outside. The wedding s a year away. An entire year. You can call me the day before and bring someone. But I m sure you ll be with somebody next