Adult Assembly Required

Adult Assembly Required

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“Abbi Waxman is both irreverent and thoughtful.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Emily Giffin

A young woman arrives in Los Angeles determined to start over and discovers she doesn’t need to leave everything behind after all, from Abbi Waxman, USA Today bestselling author of The Bookish Life of Nina Hill

When Laura Costello moves to Los Angeles, trying to escape an overprotective family and the haunting memories of a terrible accident, she doesn’t expect to be homeless after a week. (She’s pretty sure she didn’t start that fire — right?) She also doesn’t expect to find herself adopted by a rogue bookseller, installed in a lovely but completely illegal boardinghouse, or challenged to save a losing trivia team from ignominy…but that’s what happens. Add a regretful landlady, a gorgeous housemate and an ex-boyfriend determined to put himself back in the running and you’ll see why Laura isn’t really sure she’s cut out for this adulting thing. Luckily for her, her new friends Nina, Polly and Impossibly Handsome Bob aren’t sure either, but maybe if they put their heads (and hearts) together they’ll be able to make it work.“If you love quirky, heartfelt stories about interesting characters and starting over, then Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman is definitely the book for you.”
PopSugar

“Waxman’s quick-witted and pithy prose gives readers a fun take on “Melrose Place,” but instead of back-stabbing and bed-hopping there are trivia clubs and some old-fashioned will-they-or-won’t-they?”
USA Today

“Abbi Waxman explores the challenges of adulting in her warmhearted fifth novel, Adult Assembly Required. … With heart and humor, Waxman sensitively explores the challenges of leaving the nest while still loving your family, as well as learning to set clear boundaries and ask for help—sometimes in the same moment. …[A] witty, hopeful celebration of courage, community and spreading one’s wings.”
Shelf Awareness, (starred review)

“Waxman has a talent for creating familiar characters who are flawed in all the ways many of us are but didn’t know anyone else was. … Waxman nimbly describes the normality of anxiety, and readers can count on her to provide comfort and feel-good smiles. Readers of Emily Henry, Linda Holmes, and Beth O’Leary will be delighted.”
Booklist

“Abbi Waxman’s intrepid heroine has to find herself before she can find love in the heartwarming and hilarious Adult Assembly Required. …the slow burn between Laura and Bob contributes to its witty, feel-good vibe. Fans of Waxman will recognize several of the wonderful supporting characters, and readers new to her work will want to pick up her backlist after devouring this delightful novel.”
—Washington Independent Review of Books

“Adult Assembly Required is charming, gratifying and engaging. I loved every single character and their eccentricities. It was like walking into a bar where everyone knows your name! The story puts you at ease from the first page reading about the obstacles Laura has to overcome. This story is beautifully light, fluid, witty, funny, with many deep conversations. Laura’s new close friends help her recover and find inner strength along the way, with a burgeoning romance with a handsome hunk at its core. Ms. Waxman’s delightful new story warmed my heart thoroughly. Adult Assembly Required is totally irresistible!”
Romance Junkies

Praise for I was Told It Would Get Easier

“Known for her charming and comical novels, Abbi Waxman’s latest book stirs up all of the signature smiles and laughs.”
Woman’s World

“Waxman shines at creating characters that feel like best friends, inspiring compassion, laughs, and cheers, and fans of Katherine Center and Linda Holmes’ Evvie Drake Starts Over (2019) will adore this.”
Booklist

“Waxman expertly navigates the fraught shoals of college admissions in this spot-on tale…. Waxman’s alternating first-person narration from Jessica and Emily rings true, while a memorable supporting cast…provide excellent support…This sweet treat doesn’t require a college-bound child to enjoy, though anyone who has helped their offspring weather the admissions process will definitely appreciate this sharp send-up.”
Publishers Weekly

“Funny and insightful.”
BookRiot

“We’re forever fans of Abbi Waxman’s sweet, witty, feel-good novels. Her latest, about a mother and daughter making college visits along the East Coast, is her best yet.”
HelloGiggles

“An aptly and hilariously titled novel…Waxman again delivers with her signature wit and laugh-out-loud writing, offering us authentic characters who feel like people we’ve met and loved in our own lives — all while offering sly commentary on the roller coaster that is the college application process for parents and their college-hopefuls.”
Shondaland

“This book’s strengths are the exploration of the mother-teen daughter dynamics and relationship and the author’s remarkable gift for realistic, witty dialog. VERDICT: Recommended for fans of mother-daughter fiction with both lighthearted and serious moments.”
Library Journal

“Abbi Waxman’s warm, quippy novels explore familial dynamics with sarcastic wit and plenty of heart…. Being a teenager–or parenting one–is tricky territory, but Waxman steers her characters through it with compassion, snappy dialogue and the right dose of zany humor. Things may (or may not) get easier for the Burnstein women, but the ride, literal and otherwise, is highly enjoyable.”
Shelf Awareness

Praise for The Bookish Life of Nina Hill

“Move over on the settee, Jane Austen. You’ve met your modern-day match in Abbi Waxman. Bitingly funny, relatable and intelligent, The Bookish Life of Nina Hill is a must for anyone who loves to read.”
Kristan Higgins, New York Times bestselling author of Life and Other Inconveniences

“Meet our bookish millennial heroine—a modern-day Elizabeth Bennet, if you will… Waxman’s wit and wry humor stand out.”
The Washington Post

“Abbi Waxman offers up a quirky, eccentric romance that will charm any bookworm…. For anyone who’s ever wondered if their greatest romance might come between the pages of books they read, Waxman offers a heartwarming tribute to that possibility.”
Entertainment Weekly

 “It’s a shame The Bookish Life of Nina Hill only lasts 350 pages, because I wanted to be friends with Nina for far longer.”
Refinery29

“I hope you’re in the mood to be downright delighted, because that’s the state you’ll find yourself in after reading The Bookish Life of Nina Hill.”
PopSugar

The Bookish Life of Nina Hill will put a smile on your face the entire time you’re reading it. It’s a light, fun summer read with a cast of colorful and lovable characters that you wish were real and that you had on your trivia team. This book is the perfect beach read or pick-me-up for a cloudy day.”
Hypable

“[A] quirky, sweet story.”
Woman’s World

“In this love letter to book nerds, Waxman introduces the extraordinary introvert Nina Hill…. With witty dialogue and a running sarcastic inner monologue, Waxman brings Nina to vibrant life as she upends her introverted routine and becomes part of the family. Fans of Jojo Moyes will love this.”
Publishers Weekly

“Waxman has created a thoroughly engaging character in this bookish, contemplative, set-in-her ways woman. Be prepared to chuckle.”
Kirkus (starred review)

“Book nerds will feel strong kinship with the engaging, introverted Nina Hill, who works in a bookstore, plays pub trivia, and loves office supplies… Readers will be captivated by Nina’s droll sense of humor.”
Booklist (starred review)

“…charming and relatable for any introvert who would rather pass time with fictional characters than people, but will rise to the occasion with the right support.”
BookTrib

“Book lovers will absolutely relate to the central character in Abbi Waxman’s third novel.”
O, The Oprah Magazine

“If you relate to staying in and JOMO (joy of missing out), you’ll relate to Nina.”
Betches

“This novel is filled with characters you’ll love and wish you lived next door to in real life.”
BustleAbbi Waxman is the USA Today bestselling author of I Was Told It Would Get Easier, The Bookish Life of Nina Hill, Other People’s Houses, and The Garden of Small Beginnings. She lives in Los Angeles, California, with her husband and three children.Reader’s Guide
Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman
Discussion Questions:

1. Laura moves to Los Angeles for grad school but has several other reasons for wanting to leave her hometown. How often do we do things for reasons other than the one we’re willing to admit to?

2. Having experienced trauma, Laura struggles with activities that used to be easy. While trauma is often depicted as having big, dramatic impacts, it can also create chronic smaller problems. How could you see this affecting everyday life?

3. These days there’s a great deal of understanding about the importance of mental health, at least in the media. However, Laura comes from a family that still views mental health problems as a sign of weakness. Have you personally noticed a change in the way your own family discusses these things, or do you think there is still stigma attached to mental health?

4. Laura falls in with a group of people who are quite different from her. Have you personally found the best support comes from like-minded people or those who bring a totally different life experience to bear?

5. At the beginning of the book, Laura is determined not to get into a relationship, because she wants to remain single for a while. What do you think are the advantages of being single, particularly when going through a life change of some magnitude?

6. Polly is somewhat scornful of Bob for being boring. How would you describe him, and do you prefer a partner who brings excitement or stability?

7. Maggie has come to regret the way she raised her daughter, and wants to restore the relationship. What role do forgiveness and acceptance play in your own family dynamic?

8. Nina Hill is a character who worries a lot about how other people perceive her. How do you think each of the characters in the book sees her? Does Laura see her in the same way Polly does, for
example?

9. At the end of the book, Laura is able to handle something she couldn’t earlier, but it is still very challenging. Is it better to force yourself to tackle a challenge, or give yourself time and space to overcome it? Is there a right way?

One

Liz Quinn, the manager of Knight’s, one of the few remaining independent bookstores in Los Angeles, was not someone you’d describe as softhearted. Yes, she had adopted a stray cat who’d had kittens in the store, and yes, she had a new relationship she sometimes blushed over, but generally speaking she viewed humanity with a jaundiced eye.

However, even Liz was having a hard time not feeling sorry for the customer standing in front of her.

To start with, the young woman was wet. It doesn’t rain very often in Los Angeles, particularly in August, but it does rain, and ten minutes earlier the clouds had challenged themselves to dump as much rain as they possibly could. Liz had discovered a puddle in front of Douglas Adams and tracked it along the shelves to P. G. Wodehouse. There she found the Homo nimbus and spoke to her.

“Excuse me, would you care for a towel?”

The young woman turned to look at her, and Liz realized she’d been crying.

“Uh . . . yes, thank you. It started raining.” She was still crying, albeit silently; the tears kept rolling down her cheeks, leaving cinematically visible tracks in whatever grimy residue they were washing away.

“I’d ask if you were OK, but clearly you’re not,” said Liz, whose mastery of the précis was unsurpassed. She raised her voice and called to the back of the store, “Polly, bring a towel, will you?”

A muffled voice called back.

“No, I’m not OK,” said the woman. “I’m sorry about the floor.” She took a breath, and reached out to shake Liz’s hand. “My name is Laura Costello, and I’m having a bad day.” She realized that made her sound like a member of a twelve-step group with an extremely low requirement for membership, but it’s what came out.

“In what way bad?” asked Liz, always interested in other people’s disasters. She wondered what was taking Polly so long with the towel, then remembered she herself had used it to dry Ferdinand the store cat, who’d also missed the memo about the rain. Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to remember what she’d done with it . . . Had she left it under the cat? Oh well, Polly would work it out. Liz refocused on Laura.

“Well,” said Laura, taking a deep breath and unloading at a rapid clip, “I moved here for grad school, but I came early so I could get settled and maybe line up some part-time work and today I had a job interview and it went well but I didn’t get it so I guess not that well and then I went home and my apartment building was on fire.” She paused. “Not my apartment building . . .”

Despite the narrative speed and slightly hysterical delivery, Liz was following. She nodded, her hands folded in front of her like a puzzled but hopeful maître d’. “I understood what you meant. I can see how that might put a kink in your knickers.”

Laura Costello looked at her cautiously, not entirely certain what knickers were, and sniffed. “So I called my grandmother for suggestions but she snorted and called me a wuss, and to distract me told me a friend of mine had cheated on her boyfriend Dave with Other Dave. The one with the toes.”

Liz was clinging to the thread, like the fantasy-genre jockey she was. “The original Dave was toeless?”

Laura shook her head. “No, he has toes, but Other Dave has extra toes.”

Liz raised her voice again. “Polly! Towel!”

“And then she said I could always come home, which she knew would calm me down because obviously that’s not what I want to do.”

“Of course not,” said Liz supportively, though she was beginning to regret even starting this conversation in the first place. Liz had what you might call resting approachable face, which meant this kind of detailed personal download got thrust on her all the time. It was a pity, because she really wasn’t very interested.

Laura gathered her long wet hair into a makeshift knot and looked at Liz, wide-eyed. “So I was wandering around trying to think of what to do and it started raining so I got on the first bus that came along and here I am.” She was trying to hold it together, and behind her head the twist of hair was slowly and silently unfurling like a cinnamon bun, expanding in the heat of the store. “I have no job, no friends, and now no apartment and no dry clothes or actually any clothes except the ones I’m wearing.” Unexpectedly, she smiled. “But I’m still here and in another month I’ll start grad school and then I’ll have somewhere to live.” She turned up her hands. “It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine.” There was a wobble hiding somewhere in her voice, but it was keeping its head down pretty successfully.

At that very minute, Polly Culligan, one of the employees of the bookstore, turned up with the towel. “Sorry,” she said breathlessly, “the cat didn’t want to let go.” Then she noticed the drying tears and the soot and the expression on Liz’s face and raised her voice. “Nina!” she yelled. “Put the kettle on.”

 #

Nina Hill was the co-owner of Knight’s, and a bookish person of the first order. She had been spending the afternoon going through school reading lists for the year, making sure the store was completely stocked. True, most local parents would purchase their books online, the quislings, but you would be surprised how many copies of The Outsiders the store ended up selling at the last minute (stay gold, Ponyboy). Plus, if a local parent walked in and asked for The House on Mango Street or The Great Gatsby and some other parent had snatched up the last copy, there would be hell to pay (and Amazon would pocket the profit). Nina took this responsibility seriously and had been deep in concentration when the door suddenly burst open and a tall, damp woman accosted her where she sat. Nina leapt to her feet, yanked out the earbuds that had prevented her hearing the yelling, the knocking, or the requests for kettle assistance, and prepared to do battle.

“Hello,” said the sudden arrival, who was, of course, Laura. She looked down. “How did you fracture your wrist?” She’d appeared so abruptly because the rain had made the door to the office swell, and she’d had to push rather harder than she’d expected and . . . you can imagine the rest.

“I’m sorry,” said Nina. “Are you looking for a book?” She backed up a little, which caused her to step on the cat, who bit her on the ankle. Ferdinand had only just recovered from the loss of the towel, and being stepped on was a bridge too flipping far.

“Is it a Colles’ fracture?” asked Laura, still standing there dripping on the carpet. The thing to know about both Nina and Laura—though they didn’t realize it about each other at the time—is that they were both women of singular focus. Nina was obsessed with books, popular culture, movies, and anything meme-able. Laura was obsessed with sports, bones, muscles, and achieving a full range of motion. Unfortunately, Laura’s specific area of interest was making her come across as a bit of a nutter. Especially when you added damp, smoke, and the wild hair that was reminding Nina of Scandinavian Hagrid, which isn’t even a thing.

“I don’t know what kind of fracture it is,” Nina said crossly. “Are you from my health insurance company?” Her voice was surprisingly deep, and there was zero nonsense in her tone. Possibly even less than that.

Laura frowned. “No.”

“Are you from the city?” LA’s Occupational Safety and Health Division didn’t normally get involved in nonwork-related incidents, but Nina was taking no chances.

“No.” Laura took a step back and stomped on Polly, who was right behind her. She squeaked, but had more self-control than the store cat and didn’t bite Laura at all.

“Hey, Cerberus,” growled Liz dryly from beyond Laura’s shoulder, “this person needs a cup of tea, not an interrogation.”

“Liz?” said Nina.

“Yes,” replied her friend and business partner, pushing past Laura, who seemed to be frozen in place. “Who else would it be? This is not a surprise attack, an insurance checkup, or even a random piece of Dada performance art, it’s a damp customer who’s having a bad day and needs a cup of tea.” She bustled over to the kettle, flicking it on and turning around to raise her eyebrows at Nina. “Remember those people who sometimes come between you and your tidy shelves? The ones we depend upon for our livelihood?”

“Oh,” said Nina, squinting dubiously at Laura. “Yes . . . I remember them.”

Laura looked at the small, slender young woman in the fifties fit-and-flare dress and immediately worried they weren’t going to get on. Nina was the kind of hip, geek-chic girl who’d looked over her vintage-framed glasses in high school and made Laura feel oversized and clumsy. “Sorry,” said Laura, “I probably should have introduced myself before asking about your wrist, but I’m training to be a physical therapist and a cast always catches my eye.” She dropped her gaze to underline her nonthreatening status and immediately started being jealous of Nina’s shoes, which were small and beaded. She had always wished she were “quirky” enough to wear vintage clothes, but she’d never been able to pull it off.

Nina looked mollified. “Well, I’m sorry for leaping to the conclusion that you were a health insurance spy.”

“That’s a thing?” asked Polly, whose expression suggested she was imagining something far more exciting than the reality.

Nina looked strangely pleased to answer. “Are you kidding? Insurance fraud—not counting health insurance—costs the industry over forty billion dollars a year. Health insurance fraud on its own is more like seventy billion.” Nina raised her eyebrows. “And while life insurance dates back to the burial societies of ancient Greece and Rome, we also have evidence of insurance fraud dating back to the first century AD, which, if you think about it-“

“Enough trivia chatter,” interrupted Liz, “I need tea.”

 #

Ten minutes later Nina still hadn’t explained how she’d hurt herself. To be fair, that ten minutes had been taken up by Laura explaining about the fire, the apartment, the job . . . but Nina had made the tea left-handed without spilling, so Laura estimated she’d been in the cast at least a month.

“Thanks,” Laura said, taking the tea. “But seriously, how did you fracture your wrist? I really want to know.” She was sitting on a table at the back of the office, having politely asked the cat to move. The cat was beyond peevish by that point, and Liz had to intervene and give up her chair.

Nina rolled her eyes and said, “It’s a super-boring story. I slipped getting out of the shower and my hand slid into the base of the toilet and bent the wrong way. Very elegant. The slapping sound of my wet butt cheeks hitting the tile will be the sound effect for every embarrassment I ever experience from here on out. It sounded like someone thwacking a porpoise with a flyswatter.”

Laura gazed at Nina and felt her jaw wanting to drop open. Laura had grown up in an opinionated and vocal family, probably more than most, but Nina didn’t talk like anyone she’d ever met and it was freaking her out. Nina’s pattern of speech was so quick and confident that Laura mentally withdrew a little. She herself was more of a doer than a sayer. At least, that’s what her grandma used to tell her when she’d faltered into silence in the middle of a sentence again. Her tongue got tied and her brothers laughed, and she . . . couldn’t.

“I don’t think it’s a boring injury story,” said Liz. “It’s like the librarian in Library Lion.” All three booksellers then smiled in exactly the same way. Not in a creepy Children of the Corn/Stepford Wives way, but from habit.

Laura frowned. “Is that a book?” No flies on you, Costello, she chided herself. Here you are . . . in a bookshop.

“It’s a wonderful children’s book about a lion that comes to the library.” There was a pause, then Liz added, “Nina would read it to you, but I warn you, she’ll cry at the end.”

They all looked at Nina, who Laura would not have thought was an easy crier, and she shrugged.

“Sorry, happy endings make me weepy. Sue me. There is a classic John Hancock commercial . . . Grandma can have my room . . .” She shook her head and looked at Laura, ready to change the subject. “You and I are not the same size, but—don’t take this the wrong way—I have some of my boyfriend’s clean clothes at my house, and his sweatpants are at least dry.” She shuddered. “I do not enjoy wearing damp clothing. They made us swim in middle school and you had to dress fast before next class, and pulling knee socks onto wet legs is surprisingly overwhelming.” She closed her eyes briefly, and added, “I’ll run home right now and grab them. I live super close.”

“You know,” said Polly, “this is why I keep half my wardrobe in the back of my car. You never know when you’re going to need a new ensemble.”

“She didn’t drive,” said Liz. “She took the bus.”

“She what?” asked Polly, frowning. “Where’s your car? Did it burn, too?”

Laura shook her head. “No, I don’t have a car. I’ve only been here a week or two, I keep meaning to get around to it.”

Polly was aghast. “You need a car in LA,” she said. “I mean, loads of people use public transport, but it’s not like New York . . . it doesn’t actually work.”

Nina shook her head. “You’re wrong, the MTA averages over a million trips a day and there are over two thousand buses on the streets, though probably not all at once.” Then she shrugged. “Anyhoo, I’ll go get you dry clothes and then we can have a very typical Los Angeles conversation about the relative merits of freeways and surface streets.” She headed out the door.

“Thanks,” said Laura dubiously, unsure how she could contribute to such a conversation. “You guys are being very nice to me.”

“Slow afternoon,” said Liz, adding fresh hot water to her tea. She peered out of the office to check the store, but there were only two regulars who would yell if they needed her. Liz was dressed in black, which was her preferred hue, and her T-shirt read I would prefer not to, which was confusing because she’d been exceptionally obliging so far. Laura could feel the beginnings of a headache.

Polly started bouncing up and down. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. You can come and stay with me!” She corrected herself, “Well, not with me, literally, but in the house where I live. Last week a tenant left to go on tour and his room is available.” Polly was blond like Laura, but where Laura was all shades of fawn and gold and caramel, Polly was the palest straw, with blue eyes that saw excitement and drama everywhere. She was wearing rainbow-striped tights under a purple corduroy miniskirt, with yellow boots and a T-shirt with a Twinkie on it. It was a look.

Liz frowned. “On tour with what?”

Polly shrugged. “Jesus Christ Superstar? Does it matter?” Polly was not a detail-oriented person. She was a big-picture thinker. An idea person.

“Not especially,” said Liz. “Simply adding color to my day.” Liz liked ideas as well as the next guy, but also enjoyed getting lost in the weeds.

Laura was still feeling bedraggled, though the tea was helping. “Where do you live?” she asked Polly.

“Very close, in Hancock Park,” said Polly. “It’s a great place, you’ll love it. It’s a big old house and the owner lives there and rents out rooms.” She grinned, kicking her sunny Doc Martens as she perched on the desk. “Her kids grew up and she got bored on her own. She’s a trip.”

Takes one to know one, thought Laura. “How big a place?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, big. There are five bedrooms,” replied Polly. “Not counting the landlord’s own space, but she has a whole floor.” She counted on her fingers. “Maggie has the top floor, she’s the owner, then on the second floor there are three bedrooms, and on the ground floor there are two. I guess they weren’t bedrooms to start with, they were a dining room and a sitting room, but now they’re bedrooms.” She smiled at Laura. “We share the kitchen and garden and there’s a pool and pets and it’s great.”

“I don’t know . . .” said Laura, feeling nervous about having roommates, especially ones who were so quick to take strangers home. “I don’t think I even have enough money for a deposit. I mean, I have savings, but first, last, and security . . .” She pulled a card from her pocket. “The landlord of the apartment building was there, and he said he’d pay for a hotel for a few nights. Maybe I should call him.” The card was wet, but the number was still legible. “I mean, you don’t even know me, I could be a serial killer.”

Polly laughed. “I doubt it, they’re pretty rare.”

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