A "fresh, funny, and satisfying" ( New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Weiner) about the complicated bonds of sisterhood. Twenty-nine-year-old Lindsey Rose has, for as long as she can remember, lived in the shadow of her ravishingly beautiful fraternal twin sister, Alex. Determined to get noticed, Lindsey is finally on the cusp of being named VP creative director of an elite New York advertising agency, after years of eighty-plus-hour weeks, migraines, and profound loneliness. But during the course of one devastating night, Lindsey’s carefully constructed life implodes. Humiliated, she flees the glitter of Manhattan and retreats to the time warp of her parents’ Maryland home. As her sister plans her lavish wedding to her Prince Charming, Lindsey struggles to maintain her identity as the smart, responsible twin while she furtively tries to piece her career back together. But things get more complicated when a long-held family secret is unleashed that forces both sisters to reconsider who they are and who they are meant to be. "Pekkanen's wry voice and engaging characters—the bumbling parents are especially lovable—keep things fresh" — People ( 3.5 out of 4 stars) "With her smart, soulful novel, author Pekkanen explores the place where self and sisterhood intersect." - Redbook "It's warm, it's whimsical, and it's a winner." -- The Courier Mail (Australia) “Fresh, appealing…the story is at turns funny and poignant.” — Booklist “Pekkanen's involving debut is an honest examination of the limits we place on ourselves, with well-drawn female characters.” — Kirkus “If a book makes you think and be introspective, well that’s magic, and The Opposite of Me has done just that. Pekkanen has hit the nail on the head with her unique premise and original observation on what makes us who we are…an absolute must read” — New York Journal of Books “Fresh and funny and satisfying. A terrific book about sisters that actually made me laugh out loud. I was completely drawn into Lindsey’s world and rooted for her from beginning to end.” — Jennifer Weiner, New York Times bestselling author of Best Friends Forever and In Her Shoes “Pekkanen's debut is heartfelt and richly drawn. With a delicate touch, she had me believing and sharing every laugh and every tear - it was a completely satisfying read. I look forward to more from this talented writer.” — Beth Harbison, author of Hope in a Jar “Sharp-tongued. . .a spot-on portrayal of the existential dilemmas of young adulthood.” — Washington Post "Sweet, smart, and funny" — Cosmopolitan.com "This story hits the ground running and keeps going...an engaging read that delivers" — The Free Lance-Star Sarah Pekkanen is the bestselling author of The Ever After , The Opposite of Me , Skipping a Beat , These Girls , The Best of Us , Catching Air , Things You Won’t Say , and The Perfect Neighbors . Her work has been published in People , The Washington Post , and USA TODAY , among other publications. She lives with her family in Chevy Chase, Maryland. One AS I PULLED OPEN the heavy glass door of Richards, Dunne & Krantz and walked down the long hallway toward the executive offices, I noticed a light was on up ahead. Lights were never on this early. I quickened my step. The light was on in my office, I realized as I drew closer. I’d gone home around 4:00 A.M. to snatch a catnap and a shower, but I’d locked my office door. I’d checked it twice. Now someone was in there. I broke into a run, my mind spinning in panic: Had I left my storyboard out in plain view? Could someone be sabotaging the advertising campaign I’d spent weeks agonizing over, the campaign my entire future hinged on? I burst into my office just as the intruder reached for something on my desk. “Lindsey! You scared me half out of my wits!” my assistant, Donna, scolded as she paused in the act of putting a steaming container of coffee on my desk. “God, I’m sorry,” I said, mentally smacking myself. If I ever ended up computer dating—which, truth be told, it was probably going to come down to one of these days—I’d have to check the ever-popular “paranoid freak” box when I listed my personality traits. I’d better buy a barricade to hold back the bachelors of New York. “I didn’t expect anyone else in this early,” I told Donna as my breathing slowed to normal. Note to self: Must remember to join a gym if a twenty-yard dash leaves me winded. Best not to think about how often I’ll actually use the gym if I’ve been reminding myself to join one for the past two years. “It’s a big day,” Donna said, handing me the coffee. “You’re amazing.” I closed my gritty eyes as I took a sip and felt the liquid miracle flood my veins. “I really needed this. I didn’t get much sleep.” “You didn’t eat breakfast either, did you?” Donna asked, hands on her hips. She stood there, all of five feet tall, looking like a rosy-cheeked, doily-knitting grandma. One who wouldn’t hesita