Product Description A story of inspiration and transformation for every woman who’s tried to change her life by changing herself-now a hit TV series from the creator of Sex and the City starring Sutton Foster and Hilary Duff.She wants to start a new life. Alice is trying to return to her career in publishing after raising her only child. But the workplace is less than welcoming to a forty-something mom whose resume is covered with fifteen years of dust. If Alice were younger, she knows, she’d get hired in a New York minute. So, if age is just a number, why not become younger? Or at least fake it. With help from her artist friend Maggie, Alice transforms herself into a faux millennial and soon finds an assistant’s job, a twenty-something bff, and a hot young boyfriend, Josh, who was in diapers when Alice was in high school. You’re only as young as you feel. Alice is too thrilled with her new relationship and career to worry about the fallout from her lie. But when Maggie decides she wants a baby, Alice’s daughter comes home early from studying abroad, and Alice finds herself falling in love with Josh, she realizes her masquerade has serious consequences, especially for her. Can Alice turn the magic into her real life? Or will the truth come out and break the spell? About the Author Pamela Redmond is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty works of fiction and nonfiction, including Younger, How Not to Act Old, and 30 Things Every Woman Should Have & Should Know. She started publishing novels, cofounded the world’s largest baby name website Nameberry, got divorced, moved from New Jersey to Los Angeles, and changed her name, all after the age of fifty. The mother of three and grandmother of one, Redmond’s website is at PamelaRedmond.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Younger chapter 1 I almost didn’t get on the ferry. I was scared. And nervous. And overwhelmed by how out of place I felt, in the crowd of young people surging toward the boat bound for New York. Not just New York, but New York City on New Year’s Eve. The mere thought of it made my hands sweat and my feet tingle, the way they did the one time I rode to the top of the Empire State Building and tried to look down. In the immortal words of my daughter, Diana, it made my weenie hurt. I would have turned around and driven right back home to my safe suburban house-I can see the ball drop better on TV anyway!-except I couldn’t leave Maggie waiting for me on the freezing pier in downtown Manhattan. Maggie, my oldest and still closest friend, didn’t believe in cell phones. She also didn’t believe in computers, or cars, or staying in New Jersey on New Year’s Eve, or for that matter, staying in New Jersey ever. Maggie, who came out as a lesbian to her ultra-Catholic parents at sixteen and made her living as an artist, didn’t believe in doing anything the easy way. And so I couldn’t cancel our night out, and there was nothing for me to do but keep marching forward to my potential doom. At least I was first in line for the next boat. It was frigid out that night, but I staked my claim to the prime spot, hanging on to the barricade to keep anybody from cutting in front of me. These kind of suburban yos who were milling around on the dock with me, I knew, majored in line-cutting in kindergarten. Then a weird thing happened. The longer I stood there, guarding my turf, the more I began to want to go into the city-not just for Maggie, but for myself. Looking out across the dark water at the lights of Manhattan sparkling beyond, I began to think that Maggie had been right, and going into New York on New Year’s Eve was exactly what I needed. Shake things up, she said. Do something you’ve never done before. Hadn’t doing everything the way I’d always done it-the cautious way, the theoretically secure way-landed me precisely in the middle of my current mess? It had, and no one wanted that to change more than me. And so w

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