Bookish Buys: The Do-Over by Sharon M. Peterson
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Inspired by The Do-Over by Sharon M. Peterson
Embrace the fresh start that The Do-Over by Sharon M. Peterson inspires by stepping into an outfit that’s as vibrant and quirky as the main character’s journey of self-discovery. A yellow skirt symbolizes the optimism and brightness of a new chapter, while blue slingback heels add a touch of bold confidence. Pair these with a crisp white sleeveless top for a look that’s both clean and refreshing, echoing the simplicity of starting anew. Quirky watermelon accessories bring a playful twist, reminding you not to take life—or yourself—too seriously. Whether you’re facing down a list of anti-New Year’s resolutions or navigating the chaos of a fake dating scheme, this outfit is your ticket to feeling like the main character in your own life. With a look this fun and vibrant, you’ll be ready to take on whatever unexpected twists come your way, all while living your best, most authentic life.
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About The Do-Over by Sharon M. Peterson:
It took the most humiliating break-up for me to see that my life is in serious need of a do-over. Cue my anti New Year’s resolutions that even I can’t fail at:
Stop dating. (Men are the worst.)
Stop trying to lose weight. (I’m never giving up chocolate.)
Stop working so hard. (Selling mortgages is not my dream career.)
Stop trying to live up to unrealistic expectations. (Start living my best life.)
Stop trying to please my mother. (It’s not possible.)
But it turns out number five is harder than I thought, as she begins her campaign to get me back with my ex. So, what’s the perfect solution to keep her out of my love life? An imaginary boyfriend—at least he was supposed to be imaginary until I blurted out my neighbor’s name…
Nate, the bad boy next door with gorgeous hazel eyes, a razor-sharp jawline and a mysterious scar, might be hot, but he’s definitely not my boyfriend. Now all I need to do is stick to my resolutions while also keeping my interfering family away from my non-existent lover who has no idea that we’re fake dating. What could possibly go wrong?