Waiting For Tom Hanks by Kerry Winfrey (Not related to Oprah)
Publication Date: June 11, 2019
I was lucky enough to receive an eARC of this title from NetGalley and the publisher reached out and asked if I wanted to share an excerpt with all of you. I said yes of course! I reviewed this in my January & February Mini Review Post, but will include the review I sent to NetGalley down below! If you like romantic comedies and super sweet romances; this is the book for you. It also is more of a PG romance if that is more your thing.
I had a fun time reading this and for contemporary romances that is sort of the main thing I care about. I am a huge Romantic Comedy fan and despite never seeing the so called Rom Com classics that are mentioned in this one, I enjoyed seeing a character who unapologetically loves them. I enjoyed the commentary on romantic comedies, the author talks about how heteronormative and white older rom coms are and the main character’s best friend is constantly bringing up how unrealistic certain aspects of them are. I appreciated that this was actually acknowledged instead of everyone pretending that Rom Coms are perfect. This book is also funny, I found myself laughing out loud a few times. The supporting characters were fun too, her uncle and best friend were refreshing. I believe there is a spin off novel with the best friend and I see potential in that one.
I really wanted to love this book and the above made me ignore some of the issues I had while reading it, but once I finished it, I realized I had some problems with it. Overall this book is cheesy (not always bad), infuriating, and I had issues with the main character. Annie seems sort of naïve for being 26 (or 27 I don’t remember her age). She still believes in the whole idea of the perfect man (she refers to him as her Tom Hanks) which to me seems a bit unrealistic for a woman in her mid-twenties in 2019. I also did not see any chemistry between Drew and Annie. They had some cute and funny moments, but I did not really care if they ended up together and was not invested in the romance. This also has tons of miscommunication and the whole “it’s better if were not together trope” spoiler, this is a romance novel and we all know you’re going to get together so I don’t want to read about that for 40 pages. There are tons of tropes, not all which are bad, but all together make for a predictable novel whose comedy and fun side characters don’t fix all the issues I had with the main plot.
Goodreads Link: Waiting For Tom Hanks
CONTINUE TO READ THE EXCERPT! Thank you to Penguin Random House for allowing me to share this with you!
NONEXCLUSIVE EXCERPT (Chapter 4)
I blink a few times, staring straight into Drew Danforth’s face. It’s like when you’re a kid and there’s a solar eclipse, and all the teachers are like, “Don’t look directly into the sun! You’ll destroy your retinas!” but there’s always that one kid (Johnny Berger, in our class) who can’t stop staring.
In this situation, I’m Johnny Berger. And I guess Drew Danforth is the sun.
“Are you okay?” he asks again, enunciating his words even more as if me understanding him is the problem. His brown eyes, I notice, are flecked with tiny bits of gold, which is something you can’t see when you watch him on TV. His hair is just as voluminous as it seems in pictures, but in person, I have the almost overwhelming urge to touch it, to reach out and pull on that one lock of hair that hangs over his forehead.
“She’s not responding.” He turns to Chloe. “Is something wrong?”
“She’s French,” Chloe says without missing a beat. “She only speaks French.”
“I’m not French,” I say, breaking my silence. Chloe and Drew’s heads swivel to look at me.
“I’m sorry about your coat,” I whisper, then I run toward Nick’s.
Chloe bursts in the door behind me, the bell jingling in her wake. “I’m not French?” she screeches. “Those are the first words you spoke to Drew Danforth? Really?”
“Well then, why did you tell him I was French?” I shout, ignoring the curious stares of everyone working on their laptops and the calming melody of whatever Nick put on to replace the Doobies.
“I don’t know!” She throws her hands in the air. “You weren’t talking, so I thought I’d give you an interesting backstory!”
I put my hands over my face. “This is ridiculous.”
“No,” Chloe says, grabbing me by the shoulders. “This is your meet-cute, and now you need to go back out there and find him and say something that isn’t a negation of your Frenchness or an apology for destroying his probably very expensive coat.”
Nick stares at us from behind the counter, a dishtowel in his hand.
“A meet-cute,” Chloe stands up straight, shoulders back, as if she’s delivering a Romantic Comedy 101 lecture to Nick and his patrons, “is the quirky, adorable, cute way the hero and heroine of a romantic comedy meet.”
Everyone stares at her blankly.
“Or hero and hero. Or heroine and heroine. Not to be heteronormative,” she clarifies.
“Like how me and Martha met at her wedding,” Gary says.
Chloe thinks about it. “I don’t know that I would necessarily call that one a meet-cute, but sure, Gary.”
“Did you just make that up?” Nick asks, arms crossed.
I shake my head. “No. It’s a thing.”
“Watch a romantic comedy, dude,” Tobin says.
Nick rolls his eyes.
“Anyway,” Chloe continues, “Annie straight up ran into Drew Danforth and spilled a cup of coffee all over his coat, which is, like, the cutest of meets.”
“That doesn’t sound very cute,” Nick says skeptically, rubbing the scruff on his chin. “Was it still hot?”
“Scalding,” I say, sinking into my chair and resting my head on the table.
“Sounds like a meet painful,” says Gary, and a few people laugh.
“Thanks,” I mutter. “I’m so glad you all find my embarrassment entertaining.”
“Annie!” Chloe sits down across from me as a customer walks in and the rest of the shop stops paying attention to us. “This isn’t embarrassing. This is merely a story I’ll tell in my toast at your wedding to Drew.”
I lift my head to look at her. “I hate to break this to you, but I don’t think he’s my Tom Hanks. I think he’s just a famous guy with a possible third-degree burn on his chest. And now my first day on set is going to be super awkward because I accidentally assaulted the lead actor with a beverage.”
Chloe’s about to say something, but then a song starts and she closes her mouth, looking up toward the speakers. “I swear to God, I told Nick not to play any more Bon Iver. It makes people look up their exes on Instagram, not buy coffee. I’m gonna go put on some Hall and Oates.”
As she walks away, I rest my head on the table again. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to have my uncle get me a job on set, now I have to deal with this.