What would you do if you found a phone that could call your past? Would you use it? Would you change anything?
Georgie McCool (aka owner of the greatest name in the universe) is on the verge of the career breakthrough she’s been waiting for since University. After two decades of slaving away writing other people’s shows, the show she’s been creating with her best friend Seth is one meeting away from finally being picked up by a network. The only problem is, that meeting is occurring two days after Christmas. A Christmas she’s supposed to be spending in Omaha with her husband, Neal, and their two daughters. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Georgie chooses her show because there’ll be other Christmases, but she never expected Neal and the girls to go to Omaha without her. Now stuck by herself in LA with a looming deadline and an empty house, Georgie begins to wonder if she’s made the right decision. When she picks up the old landline phone in her childhood bedroom to call Neal and try to work things out, she never expects to be connected to Neal…in 1998. Suddenly faced with the opportunity to fix her broken marriage before it ever began, Georgie’s whole understanding of life, time, and fate come crashing down around her.
Rainbow Rowell is one of my favourite authors (Fangirl and Eleanor and Park are two of my most consistently recommended YA novels), and Landline does not disappoint. I loved Georgie as a protagonist (and not only because we share a name) because she was so flawed in boring, every day ways. She spends too much time at work, and is selfish, and sometimes forgets to do her laundry. There was nothing extraordinary about her (well, apart from her kick-ass Hollywood writing career), she was just a woman in her late thirties who had messed up her priorities and needed to deal with the consequences. Landline was quirky and fun, heartwarming and relatable. You’ll finish the novel wishing Seth and Georgie were your friends, and hoping that one day, you might find a spouse as understanding and forgiving as Neal. If you’re anything like me, you’ll also develop a sudden urge to become a comedy writer (which, seeing as I’m basically the least funny person in the world, is definitely not going to happen), and also really, really wish time-travel-through-phone-line was possible.
Although I picked up Landline from the YA shelf at my local Dymocks, I wouldn’t really classify it as such (mainly because it revolves around thirty-somethings rather than teens), but if you’re looking for an enjoyable read (YA or otherwise) without any depressing or heavy content, I can’t recommend Landline enough.
Publisher: Hachette Australia