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In Five Years: A Novel
A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
A Good Morning America, FabFitFun, and Marie Claire Book Club Pick
"In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won't forget." -Chloe Benjamin, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists
Perfect for fans of Me Before You and One Day-a striking, powerful, and moving love story following an ambitious lawyer who experiences an astonishing vision that could change her life forever.
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Dannie Kohan lives her life by the numbers.
She is nothing like her lifelong best friend-the wild, whimsical, believes-in-fate Bella. Her meticulous planning seems to have paid off after she nails the most important job interview of her career and accepts her boyfriend's marriage proposal in one fell swoop, falling asleep completely content.
But when she awakens, she's suddenly in a different apartment, with a different ring on her finger, and beside a very different man. Dannie spends one hour exactly five years in the future before she wakes again in her own home on the brink of midnight-but it is one hour she cannot shake. In Five Years is an unforgettable love story, but it is not the one you're expecting.
A Good Morning America, FabFitFun, and Marie Claire Book Club Pick
"In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won't forget." -Chloe Benjamin, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists
Perfect for fans of Me Before You and One Day-a striking, powerful, and moving love story following an ambitious lawyer who experiences an astonishing vision that could change her life forever.
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Dannie Kohan lives her life by the numbers.
She is nothing like her lifelong best friend-the wild, whimsical, believes-in-fate Bella. Her meticulous planning seems to have paid off after she nails the most important job interview of her career and accepts her boyfriend's marriage proposal in one fell swoop, falling asleep completely content.
But when she awakens, she's suddenly in a different apartment, with a different ring on her finger, and beside a very different man. Dannie spends one hour exactly five years in the future before she wakes again in her own home on the brink of midnight-but it is one hour she cannot shake. In Five Years is an unforgettable love story, but it is not the one you're expecting.
Editorial Reviews
Praise for In Five Years:
"What would you do if you glimpsed your life five years from now-and found that it was different, in every way, from what you hoped for and expected? Rebecca Serle pairs this inspired premise with deft, propulsive prose and characters who feel as real as friends. In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won't forget." -CHLOE BENJAMIN, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists
"In Five Years is a profound tale of unconditional love and anguish with a touch of the mystical and mysterious."
-New York Journal of Books
"You'll devour it."
-Marie Claire
"Rebecca Serle has a way of blending a little bit of magic into the every day."
-HelloGiggles
"Rebecca Serle has a knack for writing beautiful stories that speak to the anxiety of forging a new road for oneself, of being brave enough to start all over."
-Bustle
"Be prepared for deep emotions, a few laughs, and possibly a few tears as well. Reading this book is truly an experience."
-Seattle Book Review
"Serle takes a fairly generic rom-com setup and turns it into something much deeper in this captivating exploration of friendship, loss, and love." -Booklist
"The novel is about the real meaning of love and friendship and the bonds that tie us all together." ― Good Morning America
"Heartbreaking, redemptive, and authentic in all the ways that make a book impossible to put down, I fell in love with this story. In five years, I will still be thinking about this beautiful novel." -JAMIE FORD, New York Times bestselling author of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
"I adored In Five Years, it's so poignant and tender. It broke my heart, such an unusual idea executed brilliantly, I didn't see that twist coming! I'm a sucker for great love stories, and this one is just lovely. A keeper on my shelf!" -JOSIE SILVER, author of #1 New York Times bestseller and Reese's Book Club pick One Day in December
"In Five Years is more than just a love story; it's a half dozen of them, none quite what you expect. Heartwarming, heartbreaking, and hard to put down, it's a novel about romance, friendship, the magic of good bagels, and what happens after you get everything you always wanted." -LAURIE FRANKEL, author of New York Times bestseller and Reese Witherspoon Hello Sunshine pick This Is How It Always Is
"A heartwarming portrait of a broken heart finding a little healing magic." -Kirkus Reviews
"Serle's whimsical tale is book club catnip." -Publishers Weekly
"When sma...
"What would you do if you glimpsed your life five years from now-and found that it was different, in every way, from what you hoped for and expected? Rebecca Serle pairs this inspired premise with deft, propulsive prose and characters who feel as real as friends. In Five Years is as clever as it is moving, the rare read-in-one-sitting novel you won't forget." -CHLOE BENJAMIN, New York Times bestselling author of The Immortalists
"In Five Years is a profound tale of unconditional love and anguish with a touch of the mystical and mysterious."
-New York Journal of Books
"You'll devour it."
-Marie Claire
"Rebecca Serle has a way of blending a little bit of magic into the every day."
-HelloGiggles
"Rebecca Serle has a knack for writing beautiful stories that speak to the anxiety of forging a new road for oneself, of being brave enough to start all over."
-Bustle
"Be prepared for deep emotions, a few laughs, and possibly a few tears as well. Reading this book is truly an experience."
-Seattle Book Review
"Serle takes a fairly generic rom-com setup and turns it into something much deeper in this captivating exploration of friendship, loss, and love." -Booklist
"The novel is about the real meaning of love and friendship and the bonds that tie us all together." ― Good Morning America
"Heartbreaking, redemptive, and authentic in all the ways that make a book impossible to put down, I fell in love with this story. In five years, I will still be thinking about this beautiful novel." -JAMIE FORD, New York Times bestselling author of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
"I adored In Five Years, it's so poignant and tender. It broke my heart, such an unusual idea executed brilliantly, I didn't see that twist coming! I'm a sucker for great love stories, and this one is just lovely. A keeper on my shelf!" -JOSIE SILVER, author of #1 New York Times bestseller and Reese's Book Club pick One Day in December
"In Five Years is more than just a love story; it's a half dozen of them, none quite what you expect. Heartwarming, heartbreaking, and hard to put down, it's a novel about romance, friendship, the magic of good bagels, and what happens after you get everything you always wanted." -LAURIE FRANKEL, author of New York Times bestseller and Reese Witherspoon Hello Sunshine pick This Is How It Always Is
"A heartwarming portrait of a broken heart finding a little healing magic." -Kirkus Reviews
"Serle's whimsical tale is book club catnip." -Publishers Weekly
"When sma...
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter One Chapter One
Twenty-five. That's the number I count to every morning before I even open my eyes. It's a meditative calming technique that helps your brain with memory, focus, and attention, but the real reason I do it is because that's how long it takes my boyfriend, David, to get out of bed next to me and flip the coffee maker on, and for me to smell the beans.
Thirty-six. That's how many minutes it takes me to brush my teeth, shower, and put on face toner, serum, cream, makeup, and a suit for work. If I wash my hair, it's forty-three.
Eighteen. That's the walk to work in minutes from our Murray Hill apartment to East Forty-Seventh Street, where the law offices of Sutter, Boyt and Barn are located.
Twenty-four. That's how many months I believe you should be dating someone before you move in with them.
Twenty-eight. The right age to get engaged.
Thirty. The right age to get married.
My name is Dannie Kohan. And I believe in living by numbers.
"Happy Interview Day," David says when I walk into the kitchen. Today. December 15. I'm wearing a bathrobe, hair spun up into a towel. He's still in his pajamas, and his brown hair has a significant amount of salt and pepper for someone who has not yet crossed thirty, but I like it. It makes him look dignified, particularly when he wears glasses, which he often does.
"Thank you," I say. I wrap my arms around him, kiss his neck and then his lips. I've already brushed my teeth, but David never has morning breath. Ever. When we first started dating, I thought he was getting up out of bed before me to swoosh some toothpaste in there, but when we moved in together, I realized it's just his natural state. He wakes up that way. The same cannot be said of me.
"Coffee is ready."
He squints at me, and my heart tugs at the look on his face, the way it scrunches all up when he's trying to pay attention but doesn't have his contacts in yet.
He takes a mug down and then pours. I go to the refrigerator, and when he hands me the cup, I add a dollop of creamer. Coffee mate, hazelnut. David thinks it's sacrilegious but he buys it, to indulge me. This is the kind of man he is. Judgmental, and generous.
I take the coffee cup and go sit in our kitchen nook that overlooks Third Avenue. Murray Hill isn't the most glamorous neighborhood in New York, and it gets a bad rap (every Jewish fraternity and sorority kid in the tristate area moves here after graduation. The average street style is a Penn sweatshirt), but there's nowhere else in the city where we'd be able to afford a two-bedroom with a full kitchen in a doorman building, and between the two of us, we make more money than a pair of twenty-eight-year-olds has any right to.
David works in finance as an investment banker at Tishman Speyer, a real estate conglomerate. I'm a corporate lawyer. And today, I have an interview at the top law firm in the city. Wachtell. The mecca. The pinnacle. The mythological headquarters that sits in a black-and-gray fortress on West Fifty-Second Street. The top lawyers in the country all work there. The client list is unfathomable; they represent everyone: Boeing. ING. AT&T. All of the biggest corporate mergers, the deals that determine the vicissitudes of our global markets, happen within their walls.
I've wanted to work at Wachtell since I was ten years old and my father used to take me into the city for lunch at Serendipity and a matinee. We'd pass all the big buildings in Times Square, and then I'd insist we walk to 51 West Fifty-Second Street so I could gaze up at the CBS building, where Wachtell has historically had its offices since 1965.
"You're going to kill it today, babe," David says. He stretches his arms overhead, revealing a slice of stomach. David is tall and lanky. All of his T-shirts are too small when he stretches, which I welcome. "You ready?"
"Of course."
When this interview first came up, I thought it was a joke. A headhunter calling me from Wachtell, yeah right. Bella, my best friend-and the proverbial surprise-obsessed flighty blonde-must have paid someone off. But no, it was for real. Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz wanted to interview me. Today, December 15. I marked the date in my planner in Sharpie. Nothing was going to erase this.
"Don't forget we're going to dinner to celebrate tonight," David says.
"I won't know if I got the job today," I tell him. "That's not how interviews work."
"Really? Explain it to me, then." He's flirting with me. David ...
Twenty-five. That's the number I count to every morning before I even open my eyes. It's a meditative calming technique that helps your brain with memory, focus, and attention, but the real reason I do it is because that's how long it takes my boyfriend, David, to get out of bed next to me and flip the coffee maker on, and for me to smell the beans.
Thirty-six. That's how many minutes it takes me to brush my teeth, shower, and put on face toner, serum, cream, makeup, and a suit for work. If I wash my hair, it's forty-three.
Eighteen. That's the walk to work in minutes from our Murray Hill apartment to East Forty-Seventh Street, where the law offices of Sutter, Boyt and Barn are located.
Twenty-four. That's how many months I believe you should be dating someone before you move in with them.
Twenty-eight. The right age to get engaged.
Thirty. The right age to get married.
My name is Dannie Kohan. And I believe in living by numbers.
"Happy Interview Day," David says when I walk into the kitchen. Today. December 15. I'm wearing a bathrobe, hair spun up into a towel. He's still in his pajamas, and his brown hair has a significant amount of salt and pepper for someone who has not yet crossed thirty, but I like it. It makes him look dignified, particularly when he wears glasses, which he often does.
"Thank you," I say. I wrap my arms around him, kiss his neck and then his lips. I've already brushed my teeth, but David never has morning breath. Ever. When we first started dating, I thought he was getting up out of bed before me to swoosh some toothpaste in there, but when we moved in together, I realized it's just his natural state. He wakes up that way. The same cannot be said of me.
"Coffee is ready."
He squints at me, and my heart tugs at the look on his face, the way it scrunches all up when he's trying to pay attention but doesn't have his contacts in yet.
He takes a mug down and then pours. I go to the refrigerator, and when he hands me the cup, I add a dollop of creamer. Coffee mate, hazelnut. David thinks it's sacrilegious but he buys it, to indulge me. This is the kind of man he is. Judgmental, and generous.
I take the coffee cup and go sit in our kitchen nook that overlooks Third Avenue. Murray Hill isn't the most glamorous neighborhood in New York, and it gets a bad rap (every Jewish fraternity and sorority kid in the tristate area moves here after graduation. The average street style is a Penn sweatshirt), but there's nowhere else in the city where we'd be able to afford a two-bedroom with a full kitchen in a doorman building, and between the two of us, we make more money than a pair of twenty-eight-year-olds has any right to.
David works in finance as an investment banker at Tishman Speyer, a real estate conglomerate. I'm a corporate lawyer. And today, I have an interview at the top law firm in the city. Wachtell. The mecca. The pinnacle. The mythological headquarters that sits in a black-and-gray fortress on West Fifty-Second Street. The top lawyers in the country all work there. The client list is unfathomable; they represent everyone: Boeing. ING. AT&T. All of the biggest corporate mergers, the deals that determine the vicissitudes of our global markets, happen within their walls.
I've wanted to work at Wachtell since I was ten years old and my father used to take me into the city for lunch at Serendipity and a matinee. We'd pass all the big buildings in Times Square, and then I'd insist we walk to 51 West Fifty-Second Street so I could gaze up at the CBS building, where Wachtell has historically had its offices since 1965.
"You're going to kill it today, babe," David says. He stretches his arms overhead, revealing a slice of stomach. David is tall and lanky. All of his T-shirts are too small when he stretches, which I welcome. "You ready?"
"Of course."
When this interview first came up, I thought it was a joke. A headhunter calling me from Wachtell, yeah right. Bella, my best friend-and the proverbial surprise-obsessed flighty blonde-must have paid someone off. But no, it was for real. Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz wanted to interview me. Today, December 15. I marked the date in my planner in Sharpie. Nothing was going to erase this.
"Don't forget we're going to dinner to celebrate tonight," David says.
"I won't know if I got the job today," I tell him. "That's not how interviews work."
"Really? Explain it to me, then." He's flirting with me. David ...
