TITLES BY EMILY HENRY
Funny Story
Happy Place
Book Lovers
People We Meet on Vacation
Beach Read
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Henry, Emily, author.
Title: Funny story / Emily Henry.
Description: New York: Berkley, 2024.
Identifiers: LCCN 2023046632 (print) | LCCN 2023046633 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593441282 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593441220 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593816486 (export edition)
Subjects: LCGFT: Romance fiction. | Novels.
Classification: LCC PS3608.E5715 F86 2024 (print) | LCC PS3608.E5715 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23/eng/20231010
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023046632
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023046633
Cover design and illustration by Sandra Chiu
Book design by Alison Cnockaert, adapted for ebook by Molly Jeszke
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Cover
Titles by Emily Henry
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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For Bri, who picked me up from the airport the night we first met and drove me through a snowstorm without ever looking back. I struck gold with you.
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1
WEDNESDAY, MAY 1ST
108 DAYS UNTIL I CAN LEAVE
Some people are natural storytellers. They know how to set the scene, find the right angle, when to pause for dramatic effect or breeze past inconvenient details.
I wouldn’t have become a librarian if I didn’t love stories, but I’ve never been great at telling my own.
If I had a penny for every time I interrupted my own anecdote to debate whether this actually had happened on a Tuesday, or if it had in fact been Thursday, then I’d have at least forty cents, and that’s way too big a chunk of my life wasted for way too small of a payout.
Peter, on the other hand, would have zero cents and a rapt audience.
I especially loved the way he told our story, about the day we met.
It was late spring, three years ago. We lived in Richmond at the time, a mere five blocks separating his sleek apartment in a renovated Italianate from my shabby-not-quite-chic version of the same kind of place.
On my way home from work, I detoured through the park, which I never did, but the weather was perfect. And I was wearing a floppy-brimmed hat, which I never had, but Mom mailed it to me the week before, and I felt like I owed it to her to at least try it out. I was reading as I walked—which I’d vowed to stop doing because I’d nearly caused a bike accident doing so weeks earlier—when suddenly, a warm breeze caught the hat’s brim. It lifted off my head and swooped over an azalea bush. Right to a tall, handsome blond man’s feet.
Peter said this felt like an invitation. Laughed, almost self-deprecatingly, as he added, “I’d never believed in fate before that.”
If it was fate, then it’s reasonable to assume fate a little bit hates me, because when he bent to retrieve the hat, another gust swept it into the air, and I chased after it right into a trash can.
The metal kind, bolted to the ground.
My hat landed atop a pile of discarded lo mein, the lip of the can smashed into my rib cage, and I did a wheezing pratfall into the grass. Peter described this as “adorably clumsy.”
He left out the part where I screamed a string of expletives.
“I fell in love with Daphne the moment I looked up from her hat,” he’d say, no mention of the trash-noodles in my hair.
When he asked if I was okay, I said, “Did I kill a bicyclist?”
He thought I’d hit my head. (Nope, just bad at first impressions.)
Over the last three years, Peter dusted off Our Story every chance he got. I was sure he’d work it into both our vows and his wedding reception speech.
But then his bachelor party happened, and everything changed.
The story tipped onto its side. Found a fresh point of view. And in this new telling of it, I was no longer the leading lady, but instead the teensy complication that would forever be used to jazz up their story.
