To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before meets You’ve Got Mail in this “cozy, swoon-worthy” (Ashley Poston, author of the Once Upon a Con series) rom-com following two teen booksellers whose rivalry is taken to the next level as they compete for the top bookseller bonus. Shoshanna Greenberg loves working at Once Upon, her favorite local bookstore. And with her moms fighting at home and her beloved car teetering on the brink of death, the store has become a welcome escape. When her boss announces a holiday bonus to the person who sells the most books, Shoshanna sees an opportunity to at least fix her car, if none of her other problems. The only person standing in her way? New hire Jake Kaplan. Jake is an affront to everything Shoshanna stands for. He doesn’t even read ! But somehow his sales start to rival hers. Jake may be cute (really cute), and he may be an eligible Jewish single (hard to find south of Atlanta), but he’s also the enemy, and Shoshanna is ready to take him down. But as the competition intensifies, Jake and Shoshanna grow closer and realize they might be more on the same page than either expects… "Hijinx and hilarity ensue in Laura Silverman’s fresh spin on the workplace rom-com. With a lovable cast of characters led by rival booksellers who are impossible not to root for, RECOMMENDED FOR YOU is like stepping foot into your favorite local bookstore—cozy, comforting, and absolutely charming." -- Marisa Kanter, author of What I Like About You "Sweet and endearing, with a headstrong heroine you can't help but root for, RECOMMENDED FOR YOU is the kind of story that makes your bookish heart sing. Laura Silverman delivers a cozy, swoon-worthy read dedicated to the bookworm in all of us." -- Ashley Poston, author of the Once Upon a Con series. "A whipped cream dollop of a rom-com with an irresistible bookish setup." ― BookPage "Silverman creates a delightful coming-of-age story...destined for rom-com fans." ― School Library Journal Laura Silverman is an author and editor currently living in Brooklyn, New York. She earned her MFA in writing for children at the New School. Her books include Girl Out of Water , You Asked for Perfect , It’s a Whole Spiel , Recommended for You , Game On , and Those Summer Nights . Girl Out of Water was a Junior Library Guild Selection. You can contact Laura on Twitter @LJSilverman1 or through her website LauraSilvermanWrites.com. Chapter One Chapter One Barbra Streisand grinds and grinds before sputtering to a stop. “Ugh!” I call out, and then plead with my car. “Barbra, sweetie.” I place my hand on her dashboard and rub in soothing circles. “I need you to start. I’m going to be late for work. Will you start for me? Pretty please? Okay, ready?” I turn the keys again. The grinding sound is worse this time, metallic shrieking. “Darn you!” I yank out the key. It’s a freezing December morning, and as I exhale, I can see my frosted breath. My phone buzzes with a text from Cheyenne: I just folded my 75th sweater of the morning. When do you get here? The mall opens earlier than usual this week for the Christmas rush. Cheyenne has already been folding clothes at the Gap for an hour, and I’m supposed to be at Once Upon, the independent bookstore I work at, in twenty minutes. I text back: Hopefully soon! Barbra won’t start She replies: Rough! I’ll drive you home later I send her an emoji kiss face, then step out of my car, tug my coat tight, and hurry inside. Mom and Mama are still home, but the house is silent. I peek into the living room first, then the kitchen. Nothing. I thud upstairs to their bedroom, but the door is shut. Muffled voices filter into the hallway at an inaudible murmur. Usually their door is open. Usually I’d waltz right inside and jump on their bed, playing with the tassels of a throw pillow while asking for a ride. But now their door is closed, dampening the tense voices inside. I take a short breath, then square my shoulders and knock with two quick raps. The voices stop, and moments later, Mom opens the door. We have the same brown eyes and the same curly brown hair, but her eyes are tired, and her hair is pulled back into a frizzy braid. It really needs a deep condition. I want to recommend a recipe for a great avocado hair mask I found online, but reading the room, now is not the time for hair-care essentials. “Shoshanna,” Mom says. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Her voice almost snaps, like she’s mad at me or something. I fiddle with my Star of David necklace and rock back on my heels. “Barbra won’t start. Again. Can I get a ride to the mall?” “That car should’ve been junked years ago,” Mom mutters. My pulse skips. She can’t junk Barbra Streisand. Yes, she’s old, passed down from my moms to me, but I need a car, and my Once Upon paycheck doesn’t cover much more than gas and insurance. “Um.” I clear my throat. “I don’t want to be late. Christmas rush and all.” Mama walks over to us. Her blond hair is