Moonsong

Icebreaker

Crazy Rich Asians meets Bridget Jones's Diary in this laugh-out-loud funny and irresistible debut novel in diary form about the pursuit of love, surviving one's thirties intact, and the endless tug-of-war between pleasing one's family and pleasing oneself. Andrea Tang seems to have it all: an enviable job as a high-profile lawyer at one of Singapore's most esteemed firms, a swanky apartment, and the best friends a woman could ask for. According to her mother and her Auntie Wei Wei, Tang family matriarch and holder of the purse strings to a sizeable fortune, that leaves just one thing missing: a husband. After all, at thirty-three, she's not getting any younger. When Andrea discovers that even Auntie Wei Wei's notoriously unattached daughter has gotten engaged, she realizes she's become what she fears the most: the Last Tang Standing, lone singleton in a sea of married Tangs. Andrea might be an independent career woman who doesn't need a man to buy her...

style="font-family: 'Merriweather','Georgia','serif'; font-size: 14px">Am I friends with JP Cane? Ha! That's laughable. Besides the fact that he’s adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it’s safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons . . . multiple times a day. So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, twenty-four-seven. We're talking full-fledged working roommates. The man doesn't know what it means to wear a shirt, thrives off protein bars, and you guessed it, moans loud enough for people to believe he's Meg Ryan in a restaurant. Spoiler Alert: I WON'T be having what he's having. Tack on his continuous flirting and his polished good looks, and I'm caught staring down the barrel of a seductive temptation that makes it hard for me to sleep at night. But guess who can control herself? This girl. Because if there is one thing I know for certain, it's that JP Cane and I are so not meant to be