# Read the first page of Who Do You Love by Jennifer Weiner Read the opening of Who Do You Love by Jennifer Weiner free, no signup. Two children meet in a hospital waiting room and reconnect over decades. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/who-do-you-love-jennifer-weiner - Genre: Women's fiction - Year: 2016 - ISBN: 9781451617825 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9781451617825&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9781451617825 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9781451617825 ## The opening "R"R"Rachel?" I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home. Knock knock knock, and then my name again. "Rachel, are you in there?" I twist myself more deeply into the sheets. The sheets are fancy, linen, part of the wedding haul, and they've gotten silkier with every trip through the washing machine. I pull the pillow over my head, noting that the pillowcase has acquired a not-so-fresh smell. This is possibly related to my not having showered for the last three days, during which I have left the bed only to use the toilet and scoop a handful of water from the bathroom sink into my mouth. On the table next to my bed there's a sleeve of Thin Mint cookies that I retrieved from the freezer, and a bag of Milanos for when I finish the Thin Mints. It's spring, and sunny and mild, but I've pulled my windows shut, drawing the shades so I can't see the members of the mom bri- PRAISE FOR JENNIFER WEINER'S WHO DO YOU LOVE "Readers will simultaneously want to savor and devour Weiner's latest.. With her well-known humor and charm, she conveys the essence of first love, particularly the adage that true love never dies. twist that will make your jaw drop." —Library Journal (starred review) "Weiner's latest is pure romance and utterly heart tugging, showcasing her ability to write characters that readers will instantly connect with, flaws and all. There is a special delight here in getting to know Rachel and Andy from childhood to adulthood, and readers will find themselves laughing, crying, and hoping right along with the pair." —Booklist (starred review) "It's The Fault in Our Stars all grown-up." —Glamour "A tale of love against the odds Weiner's latest is a summer heartwarmer." —People "A must-read This roller-coaster romance—of two people from two very different sides of the track—proves we can't choose who we love."gade ostentatiously wheeling their oversized strollers down the street, and the forty-year-old guys with expensive suede sneakers and facial hair as carefully tended as bonsai trees tweeting while they walk, or the tourists snapping selfies in front of the snout-to-tail restaurants where everything’s organic and locally sourced. The bedroom is dark; the doors are locked; my daughters are elsewhere. Lying on these soft sheets that smell of our commingled scent, hair and skin and the sex we had two weeks ago, it’s almost like not being alive at all. “Knock knock knock ... and then—fuck me—the sound of a key. I shut my eyes, cringing, a little-girl’s game of imagining that if you couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see you, either. “Go away,” I say: Instead of going away, my visitor comes and sits on the side of the bed, and touches my shoulder, which must be nothing but a lump underneath the duvet. “Rachel,” says Brenda, the most troubled and troublesome of my clients, whom I’d been scheduled to see on Friday. For a minute I wonder how she got into my house before remembering that I’d given her grandson Marcus a key the year before, so he could water the plants and take in the mail over spring break, a job for which I’d paid him the princely sum of ten bucks. He’d asked me shyly if I could take him to the comic book store to spend it, and we’d walked there together with his hand in mine. “Sorry I missed you,” I mutter. My voice sounds like it’s coming from the bottom of a clogged drain. I clear my throat. It hurts. Everything hurts. “Don’t worry,” says Brenda. She squeezes my shoulder and gets off the bed, and I can hear her moving around the room. Up go the shades and window, and a breeze raises goose bumps on my bare arms. I work one eye open. ## Books with a similar feel - [Love the One You're With by Emily Giffin](https://uncovered.ink/read/love-the-one-youre-with-emily-giffin.md) - [My Favorite Mistake by Marian Keyes](https://uncovered.ink/read/my-favorite-mistake-marian-keyes.md) - [The Language of Sisters by Amy Hatvany](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-language-of-sisters-amy-hatvany.md) - [Precious Gifts by Danielle Steel](https://uncovered.ink/read/precious-gifts-danielle-steel.md) - [Commonwealth by Ann Patchett](https://uncovered.ink/read/commonwealth-ann-patchett.md) - [Someone Else's Shoes by Jojo Moyes](https://uncovered.ink/read/someone-elses-shoes-jojo-moyes.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.