Like every other reviewer, I think I have to preface this review with some cold, hard facts. 1. I loved Gilmore Girls. 2. I loved Parenthood. 3. I basically love all things Lauren Graham. 4. I can’t help it! She’s so cool!

Now that that is out there, I feel like I can be more honest. I picked up this book originally because of the author’s name- of course. I ended up reading it because of the storyline. Young woman seeking to be successful in a creative field whilst dealing with all the normal distractions of everyday life. Young woman trying to be successful in a creative field when everyone around her is being successful in their normal day-to-day and she doubts herself. Young woman trying to cope with all of the visions of what success looks like and what women should look like. Young woman trying to find her way when the directions aren’t clear and a deadline is looming.

Sounds familiar to me, and it seems to me that any young woman trying to make it in a creative life would feel the same sense of camaraderie with Francis Banks, the main character, that I did. Franny has moved to New York and is chasing her dream of being an actress, but her self-imposed deadline of three years (if she can’t make it in three years then she’s going home and leading a normal life) is fast approaching. Then things start going right. Then they go wrong again. And I realized as I was reading that no person’s path to creative or otherwise success is ever in a straight line. I loved Franny and rooted for her the entire time, even when I felt like she was being self-sabotaging, which is one of my pet peeves. Some of her lines really resonated with me, like:

“I must work harder to achieve my goal of not seeking approval from those whose approval I’m not even sure is important to me.”


“Once again, I’ve been thwarted by the massive difference between my vision of the successful me and the me I’m currently stuck with.”

The cast of characters alongside her were funny and real, and I was rooting for them as well. I had ultimately prepared myself to be disappointed in this book. I had picked it up a few too many times and not purchased it for whatever reason. The universe seemed to not want me to read it. But I’m really glad I did.

Someday, Someday, Maybe was a delightful, easy read that left me feeling warm and fuzzy. And, not to give anything away, I have to say that I loved the ending. All the important loose ends were tied up, but not in a pretty bow. I felt that the book left me with hope, and that’s all I really needed. Hope for the future. Hope for what’s to come. Hope that a new deadline will be the right deadline. Hope that changed plans are just that, changed plans, not failures. So much hope.
4 out of 5 stars.

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