Find Me I'm Yours
Authors: Hillary Carlip
Find Me I'm Yours
by
Hillary Carlip
Find Me I'm Yours
Copyright © 2014 by Hillary Carlip
Published 2014 by RosettaBooks
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
The quotation from “Music Masters,” by Jalal al-Din Rumi, is reprinted by the courtesy of the translator, Coleman Barks.
The quotation from On the Road by Jack Kerouac, published by Penguin Group (USA), is reprinted by the courtesy of John Sampas.
Cover design by Carly Schnur. Cover photo by Barbara Green.
ISBN e-Pub edition: 9780795343278
For our angel Ellen Weiss Kander, who has been watching over our bizayness since the beginning, and the rest of her clan whom we love and adore as our own: Gregg, Ben, Jake, and Kate Kander.
Websites in the FMIY Storyverse
Welcome!
Find Me I'm Yours
is a
CLICK LIT
®
entertainment experience.
It begins as a novel, which you can read straight through, with loads to get lost in right here on the pages, including:
Original artwork
Handwritten lists
Graphics
Photographs
Memes
And more!
You can go even deeper by clicking on embedded links that take you to:
33 custom designed websites:
While some have clues to the treasure hunt at the crux of the story, and others invite you to share, interact, connect, and engage, all of the sites are there for you to have a dynamic, expansive, fun, and fresh experience while reading Find Me I'm Yours that continues on well after you finish the book!Original videos:
Many feature clues, and all bring the story to life.Polls & Other Fun-Filled Schtuff:
The main character, Mags Marclay, sometimes asks for your adviceâyou'll be able to click through and respond to her. There are also phone numbers you can call to hear from other characters, and additional interactive elements.
Keep in mindâsome older eReaders may not click through to the videos and websites, or could show everything in black and white. So if you're reading on one of them, be sure to have another device nearby!
Find Me I'm Yours
âthe book and its entire “storyverse”âis there for you to experience whenever you want, however you choose. So dive on in!
Hope you enjoy!
XO Hillary Carlip
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
âRumi
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I'm pretty sure I spotted him at the 99¢ store, buying a can of deviled ham. Ya gotta love a boy who eats deviled ham AND appreciates a bargain.
Or that could have been him at the ATM carrying a tuba. Who frickin' takes a tuba to the bank?! I could easily fall in love with that.
Or he might have been at Intelligentsia, ordering a Dirty Chai and sporting a killer tattoo.
I think I see him everywhere. At the Laundromat with headphones on, not realizing he's singing along way loud; walking his one-eared dog.
But what am I gonna do? I'm too shy to go up to any one of these random strangers. And what would I say? “Hey, Random Stranger, I have reason to believe you just might be my soul mate”?
And, really, I can't even
say
the word SOUL. Back in the day it meant something. Like sweaty Gospel churches, or tortured love poems:
“If you were here, if you were only here,
My blood cries out to you all night in vain
As sleepless as the rain.”
âSara Teasdale
Soulful, right?! But now SOUL has been so diluted, misused, and abused. Case in point:
(What, are there so many Horse Lovers they had to publish a second volume?)
But I'm certain he's out there. Well, most likely. Possibly. Maybe? I fucking hope so.
I've believed in true love since I was five years old and fell for a boy named Boo who took off all of his clothes while we were at the top of the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island, and threw them into the Atlantic below. His mom bought a sequined cape off the back of a fire eater to place over Boo's naked body, and we rode the subway home, my first love covered in stardust.
There've been several boys since Boo (none with such a cool mom!) and every time I think, THIS IS IT! But then each Mr. HIM clearly does not see me as Mrs. HER since they: 1. Lied. 2. Cheated. 3. Said they just wanted to be friends. 4. Slept with my next-door neighbor (yeah, that was my most recent ex, Jason, who I was with for a year and a half). Good times.
It's been one month, one week, and four days since I broke up with Jason. It's a big improvement that I stopped counting hours and minutes. And at least I'm not so far gone that I ever counted seconds! I've been quite mature around this breakup. Here's proof: