Böcker av Amber Reed

Cat didn't think anything could be worse than going back home for Christmas, until she wakes to find Jay, her brother's best friend-her high school nemesis- casually sipping coffee in the kitchen.Nothing in Cat's life is going according to plan. After giving up on her real dream, she settled for a practical psychology degree that she can't seem to finish. With her final class over (and only an extension for her final paper left hanging over her head) she has no choice but to head home for the holidays.Now she has to navigate living under her brother's shadow, helping with the family Christmas shop, and getting over her mental block to write her final college paper all while dealing with Jay breathing down her neck.It seems nothing short of a Christmas miracle could salvage her holidays. She is in for a week of unexpected revelations and hard truths as she reevaluates everything she thought she knew about herself and her brother's best friend. Could he possibly be the thing that brings a little jolly to her Christmas break?This enemies to lovers romantic comedy delivers the Christmas feels with a strong female lead, hilarious hijinks, spicy one bed, all set in a small town back drop.

The Incomplete Amber Reed is a rigorously incomplete compendium of Amber Reed's partial, unfinished, and excerpted plays and fragments, including at least scenes from Scenes with Joyce Cho, The Grand Kindness, Mr. Apocope, The Aiken Character Calendar Book of Hours, Augustine of Hippo, and The Minister's Black Veil, her adaptation-with-vegetables of Nathaniel Hawthorne's story of the same name. A member of Joyce Cho-the group of five weird, wily, lyrical, ludicrous playwrights whose total disregard for the realistic manifestation of their extravagant and poetic scenarios has revolutionized or at least revolted the modern American theater-Amber Reed's writing is protean and quicksilvery. She moves from one experiment to the next, never settling, addressing our perfections, and yet in her flight so unsettling the theatrical landscape that she makes perfection itself démodé. In its incomprehensiveness, this collection eschews the notion that these plays are to be comprehended-reduced, contained, explained, or "gotten" like a gumball from a gumball machine. As Mac Wellman writes of Joyce Cho, "I do not understand the work of these writers in the same way I do not understand the sky, the sea, and the secret of the forest. They are unlike any others I know in the theater of our time." Or in Reed's words, "I was here for this."