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Product Details

  • Paperback: 308 pages
  • Publisher: Bantam (July 26, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0553386247
  • ISBN-13: 978-0553386240
  • Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.6 x 8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (34 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #288,299 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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“Romantic, poignant and funny—this book is a lucky find for lit fans. Caprice Crane is a nimble and gifted storyteller.”—Diablo Cody, Academy Award-winning screenwriter of Juno

“Crane is one of the funniest writers of popular fiction around. The dialog (inner and outer) is laugh-out-loud, snort-inducing hilarious . . . Readers will want to cross their fingers and spit while throwing salt over their shoulders if it helps Berry reach her dreams. Highly recommended.”—Library Journal

"Fans of Stacy Ballis and Cara Lockwood will appreciate Crane's effortlessly funny style, which is often attempted in popular fiction but is rarely this well executed...Lighthearted and charmingly honest."--Booklist

"[A] satisfying romantic comedy...[with] real character growth."--Kirkus Reviews

With a Little Luck scores in humor, head, and heart. In other words, it’s a perfect trifecta.”—Karyn Bosnak, author of 20 Times a Lady (soon to be the major motion picture What's Your Number?)

“A hilarious romp that oozes charm and giddy fun. Caprice Crane is a true talent.”—Molly Jong-Fast, author of The Social Climber's Handbook

“Witty, fast-paced, and sheer fun. Caprice Crane is a master of dialogue. Half the time I was reading this book I was smiling, which made me look like a crazy person on the subway.”—Jancee Dunn, author of Don’t You Forget About Me and Why Is My Mother Getting a Tattoo?

“Absolutely charming and hilarious.”--Missy Peregrym, star of the movie Stick It and ABC's Rookie Blue

"Crane is a talented writer and fiercely funny, and this book is her best work." --The Roanoke Times

"With A Little Luck was something special, it had it all; it was funny, it was romantic, it was sweet, it was charming." --ChickLitReviews

Praise for the novels of Caprice Crane

“Perceptive, touching, and always hilarious . . . an irresistible story with equal parts humor and heart.”—Emily Giffin, author of Heart of the Matter, on Family Affair
 
“Savage wit and breathtaking tenderness . . . Crane has romantic comedy in her DNA.”—Jeff Arch, Oscar-nominated screenwriter of Sleepless in Seattle, on Forget About It

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Chapter One

In this life, you could grow old sitting around waiting to get lucky.

That didn't come out right. What I meant is that waiting to accidentally run into Richard Branson in line to buy a burger at the very moment he's desperately looking for a new Executive Vice President of Adventure and Party Planning ("You'll just have to do," he says as he whisks you away in the limo), or waiting for that falling safe to just miss hitting you before it smashes through the sidewalk and plummets into a sewer tunnel, or waiting for a wealthy, athletic, artistic, wise, unpretentious, multilingual, manly, sensitive contradiction of impossible handsomeness to lean over and say, "Excuse me-I believe I left my stethoscope here on the way to the children's hospital" . . . . Well, let's just agree you're going to be waiting awhile.

Me? I don't tempt fate. I don't dare destiny.

I may talk about hitting the lottery, but the truth is I never play because deep inside-on some level that's so far down it's beneath where I keep the memory of the time I walked in on my parents showering-I know there's no such thing as luck.

But I also have learned that believing there's no such thing as luck is very unlucky. Like, the worst. Beyond stealing someone's lucky four- leaf clover. (I know someone who did that and died. Seriously. Three years after doing it, he had a heart attack. And his great- granddaughter never forgave him-but I guess in some perverse way she got justice.)

If that sounds like a contradiction, I suppose maybe it is. But maybe not. Maybe I just don't believe in good luck. Bad luck-particularly of the sort arising from ignoring intuition and superstitions-that's another thing altogether.

The history of superstition is also a history of timing. We'll never know whether a lone sober Trojan looked across the courtyard on that fateful night and said, "I don't like the look of that horse thing. Bad luck." But if he or she had, the protest would have fallen on deaf ears: The masses were completely tickled pink by the offering. History has shown that it pays to be suspicious of large, seemingly useless gifts from one's sworn enemy. And that includes your aunt's sketchy second husband.

Consider: If the captain of the Titanic had pulled out his tin bullhorn and announced, "Someone in first class just threw a shoe into a mirror and broke it, so I've got a bad feeling about this route- let's slow down and head south," then as a purely scientific matter, superstition would have saved that ship. I'm just saying.

And if I had only listened to my intuition-that socially acceptable term for what is really superstition-I'd never have followed Emily Ottinger through that third yellow light (I swear it was still yellow) on the way to the mall and never would have ended up wrapping my mom's new Audi around Mr. Pitrelli's pickup truck when I was sixteen. Mean, old, grouchy, kid-hating Mr. Pitrelli, I might add.

One moment follows another. Next comes from previous. So you have to stay on your toes. Protect yourself. Listen to that little voice inside you that says, "Don't do that! You won't like the consequences." Look at all the stuff that's happened to you along the twisting road of your life-good and bad. Still think that all those seemingly disconnected, random events that have no interrelation, not even a simple correlation, have absolutely nothing to do with those best-laid plans crashing and burning in the face of your destiny? Tell my dad that. In a career spent chasing the elusive lucky score, he's come up empty more times than a fashion model's lunchbox.

Better yet, tell my mom that. She was the one unlucky enough to end up married to him.

I know that by now you're thinking I sound like I know the score. But I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I may know the score, but half the time I'm not sure I know the teams or even what game we're playing.

Most of the time, I feel like a total fraud. Like I have no idea how I've made it this far without the world figuring out that I have no idea what I'm doing or that I'm relying on some sign or the fact that I glanced at the clock at 11:11 or the fact that Paul McCartney's "With a Little Luck" was playing on the radio when my alarm woke me up to give me a little extra confidence that "we can make this whole damn thing work out." This "whole damn thing" being my life.

You'd think admitting to feeling like a fraud is the kind of thing that would qualify as an innermost thought. The very kind of thing that gives rise to the term "innermost thoughts," in fact-because they're born and live and die inside you, never seeing the light of day (unless you're the type who regularly drunk-dials an ex and starts a horrifyingly ill-advised confession with, "You know, I've never told anybody this before, but?.?.?."). You'd think someone with any semblance of self-awareness or a good enough filter or enough Real World: Miamis under her belt would know better by now than to confess these types of things to another living breathing person. But you'd be wrong.

Here I am in this outward cloak of certainty covering extreme self- doubt, walking into Game Night with a bottle of chilled champagne and an outfit that says, "I'm definitely stylish but comfortable enough in my own skin that I don't have to try that hard." What I'm really thinking is that I tried really hard to look like I'm not trying hard; in fact, trying to look like you didn't try hard is downright exhausting. Mind you, I'm not feeling terribly stylish. Especially since it's raining. Rain is never good luck. Just ask my hair. I feel pretty good about myself, though-all things being relative. Me feeling good about myself means my up-three-pounds, down-three-pounds existence was leaning toward the down side this morning, I don't have a golf-ball-sized zit screaming for attention on my cheek, and amazingly enough, tonight's rain hair doesn't have me looking like a brunette, Caucasian, female version of Don King. Definitely a good sign.

It's hard enough being a normal girl these days. Sure, I've just described a few wacky characteristics, but I'm not talking mentality here-I'm talking normal as in "not enhanced." More and more, everywhere I turn there's some girl, some naturally beautiful girl, who is determined to turn herself into a Barbie doll. It's frightening. Plus, with global warming and the sun getting hotter and hotter, isn't there a good chance that one day all of these gals will just start to melt? I vowed to myself that I will grow old gracefully- granted, I'm only twenty-eight years old, so I'm gonna reserve the right to change my mind at some point, but for now, I'll stick with what I've got.

Which, mind you, is pretty okay on most days. I have medium brown hair that's a couple of inches below my shoulders. I put highlights and lowlights in to make it a little more exciting, but the only thing that really does is set me back a couple hundred bucks every few weeks. I have brown eyes that are fairly boring, and I've been told I have a "perfect" nose, but I don't even know what that means. That said, nothing else about me is "perfect," so I'll take it. My teeth are straight (thanks, Dr. Edelstein!), and I have dimples when I smile, which I hate. Anyway, that's me. Nothing spectacular, but I did manage to have the cutest boyfriend in school in the sixth grade, so I'm not entirely hopeless.

I walk into the party behind a guy who is wearing a T-shirt that says "Everybody Dies." Oh, and that's not the best part. See, the i in "Dies" is shaped like a gun, and it's pointing upward, toward his face. Heartwarming. Hang on, it gets better. As he closes the door behind us, this dude's small black umbrella pops open and blooms in front of him. Then he spins around to close it, and the umbrella catches my favorite sweater and claws a huge hole in it. It seems to be happening in slow motion, the umbrella opening, my eyes widening, the menacing tip moving toward me like a sword thrust. This is suddenly like the shittiest version of The Three Musketeers ever. And, yes, I've seen the one with Charlie Sheen.

"Sorry," T-shirt Guy says with a shrug, nonchalantly unhinging his evil, renegade umbrella from my poor, sweet, now horribly disfigured sweater.

I exhale and swallow deeply. What can I say to him? What do you say when a complete stranger has not only just destroyed your sweater but also dragged you into his blatant violation of the "umbrella opened indoors" superstition, thus almost certainly setting off a downward spiral of unfortunate future events in your life?

"It's okay," I carefully respond, anger receding from DefCon 5 to a more reasonable 2. "But . . . . aren't you worried about bad luck?"

"Aw, I don't believe in any of that," he says and laughs, as if my concern is silly.

I'll show him silly. "Well," I say, and I think about it before I say it and decide not to say it and then say it anyway. "I would be if I were you. Bad luck for both of us."

He turns and looks me square in the eye. I'd been too transfixed on his death threat of a T-shirt to look beyond it. His eyes are hazel. The kind of hazel in which, if you liked the guy, you'd notice the specks of green and gold, but if you despised him, you'd see murky brown, despite his desperately grasping at the hazel of it all.

"I promise you," he says, "you will not have bad luck because of this. It will be my bad luck, and mine alone. I'm owning the bad luck on this one." He seems amused, making air quotes every time he says "bad luck."

"Fine," I say. "I hope you're right."

"So you're wishing bad luck on me?" he asks, smiling.

"No," I correct. "Of course not. I'm just wishing it not on me."

"Right?.?.?." he says, and then looks around the party.

I get self-conscious and think he's bored of me, and why wouldn't he be? I'm the crazy person telling him his umbrella is going to ruin his life and possibly mine. I'd run for the hills, too.

"Well, nice meeting you," I say, even though we didn't really meet, no names we...

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It is a great fun & funny read.
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I would definitely recommend this book to anyone that likes authors such as Jennifer Weiner and Emily Giffin.
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I was going through a crazy time while reading this book and found "With a Little Luck" to be a great escape.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Amy E on July 31, 2011
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Love Caprice Crane's new book! I devoured it in a day. I love her writing style, she makes your really connect with the characters, and Berry was no exception! Buy it!
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Kmax88 on July 28, 2011
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With a little luck is a great read. I have recently discovered Caprice Crane and I have to say I have fallen in love with her books. With a little luck, like all of the other books has a great story line... it kept a constant smile on my face as I read. Hope everyone takes a chance to read it and enjoys it.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By C. Angel on September 7, 2011
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It is with a great reluctance that I find myself turning the last page and putting Caprice Crane's newest book on its place upon my book shelf. Too soon, I have come to the end of the book and find myself wishing to read more.

`With A Little Luck' is Crane's fourth novel and certainly lives up to the high standards she has set with her previous works. Her storytelling is deft andengaging, infused with more than a touch of wit and humour, but what really makes her books shine for me is the characters. Crane has an almost unnatural ability to create such wonderfully compelling and flushed out characters that one can quite easily imagining turning the corner and running into them in the street. This book's protagonist is no different.

Berry (or Beryl if one is to be formal) is walking bag of superstitions...from her dislike of even numbers to her fear of William Shatner. She is a strong protagonist in this story and I suspect that this strength comes from how much we know about her. What her loves are...her fears...her familial ties. All of these culminate in a perfect three dimensional character that takes us by the hand and leads us through her story.
The plot of the story is fueled by her superstitions (as one might guess from the title of the book). Twice unlucky in love (back to back) every ounce of her tells her that the third time will be no different. When fellow radio personality Ryan comes into her life...how can she argue with the signs, no matter how perfect he might seem to be? We follow her arguments with herself and friends as she tries to decide if this can work. I can't tell you if it does or not...to do so would be depriving you greatly. I will say, that I will be reading this again though...I love the characters too much to leave them alone.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Kim Whalen on August 4, 2011
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A fun, charming and entertaining read! I thoroughly enjoyed it and finished it in three days, which says a lot because I am busy chasing after a one year old. I enjoyed the characters and great music references.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By praetor1983 on August 28, 2011
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In her much-anticipated new novel (her last was 2009's hit-read Family Affair), Caprice Crane brings to life a quirky, heartfelt and hilarious story. Based around the superstitions and foibles of the central character, DJ Beryl "Berry" Lambert, Crane pulls you in with charm, verve and a wit distinctly hers. Playing upon classic stereotypes and superstitions, Crane creates a rich novel about the mistakes we make and assumptions the precede them.

Follow Berry, her luck-obsessed-gambling dad, Ryan, Natalie and a delightfully honest and snarky cast of characters on this story of discovering our flaws and how to get past them. If you only read it for the last few chapters, it's money well-spent. Spicing the story with a depth that can only be pulled from her own experiences in the entertainment industry (award-winning script writer who previously worked with Mtv) Crane writes a tale you simply cannot put down. For example; the classic 'estranged lovers' scene is such a unique and perfectly-timed piece (any words aside from hers are inadequate) that you'll be clamboring for more - hoping for a "A Few Years Later" follow up.

With a Little Luck is a perfect summer, winter, whenever-you-have-the-time read (and even if you don't, make the time). Pick it up. Read it. And share it with a friend; I know I am!
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Caliboots on August 2, 2011
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How refreshing to read about real life from the POV of a narrator who doesn't take herself SO seriously! There's a great story here, but the joy of this novel is the voice -- so funny, so spot-on.
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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on July 30, 2011
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In Los Angeles radio DJ Beryl "Berry" Lambert swears she does not believe in lady luck or for that matter any luck, good or bad. However, her dad is a gambler so she grew up knowing not to tempt fate, which is why she carries her collection of good luck charms or superstitiously dodges pratfalls.

She has had two bad relationships in a row and everyone knows bad luck comes in three. However DJ Ryan "Dr. Love" Riley is attracted to eccentric Berry. As they date, the station puts them together for a morning gender war show that is a success. However, she angrily dumps him and the show when he voices one of her dirty secrets on the air, that of her fear of Shatner beaming her up. However, once calm she realizes what she has done so With a Little Luck, she feels they "can make this whole damn thing work out" (Paul McCartney and Wings) if he gives them a second chance.

This is a fabulous madcap romance that feels like a throwback to the zany 1930s movies. The lead couple is a terrific pairing of two DJs in love. Her over the top fears are handled deftly. Berry neurotic phobias come across stupid yet readers (and Ryan) will contagiously adore her. Caprice Crane deserves accolades for this charmer.

Harriet Klausner
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Caprice Crane is the internationally bestselling author of five novels and a writer for both television and screen. Crane has written for the hit TV show 90210 (2.0) and spent a number of years writing for MTV. Crane won awards for both her debut novel, STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS, and her second novel, FORGET ABOUT IT. Her 3rd novel and 4th novels, FAMILY AFFAIR and WITH A LITTLE LUCK, received rave reviews and Crane's fifth novel, her DEBUT Young Adult novel, CONFESSIONS OF A HATER, hit stores on August 27th, 2013 and has been garnering lots of attention including fantastic reviews in the New York Times and the Chicago Tribune. Crane divides her time between New York and Los Angeles, depending on the mood of her dog, Max. Her website is: www.capricecrane.com
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