From Andrea:

Room for Love is based on an article I wrote for the New York Post, for which I pretended I was looking for a roommate as a ploy to meet men. In the fictional version, Jacquie Stuart--struggling writer, East Village apartment owner, cinemaniac, dog lover, yogini, commitment-phobe in chronic pursuit of a commitment-phobe--takes a break from writing celebrity puff pieces to make some cash. She pitches a story to a glossy women’s magazine proposing using the real-estate ads as a hot new dating scheme. When her editor insists that she do the research herself, Jacquie finds herself on a romantic rollercoaster ride that takes her to the dingier digs of the Upper Eastside, the brownstones of Brooklyn and the slums of the Lower Eastside. In a story that brings together two New York obsessions--romance and real estate--one woman is forced to question the shaky foundations of the bed she has made, and wonder if maybe searching for happiness in other people’s homes is the wrong way to find Mr. Right.

Upcoming Readings:

Wednesday Oct. 3

7:30 p.m.
Barnes & Noble
396 Ave of the Americas
New York City, NY 10011

Friday Oct. 12

7 p.m.
With authors Susan Shapiro and Phillip Lopate
10 Columbus Circle
NYC 10019

You may contact Andrea at bumblebee@mindspring.com. And check the following websites for more information on her book readings:

www.AndreaMeyerWriter.com
www.RoomForLoveTheBook.com

Reviews of Room for Love:

Unlucky-in-love magazine editor Jacquie may have found the way to meet a man and land an article in a major woman’s magazine. Though she’s just bought her dream New York apartment, she begins perusing roommate-wanted ads, looking not for the perfect pad but the perfect guy. After visiting a few apartments and scoring a few dates, Jacquie has the fodder for her article but not a perfect ending. Then she meets Anthony, and much to the chagrin of her friends and family, she sublets her place and moves into his. This tale about a single woman searching for love in the big city could easily seem formulaic, but Meyer’s debut is smart, hip, and full of surprises. Readers are sure to be charmed by this story of a woman who realizes a sense of place can be as important as finding love.
— Booklist

Rich detail, a plot that lasts for a solid eight innings and a genuinely likable heroine give Meyer’s conventional chick lit entry sparkle. At 32, Jacquie Stuart has pals who look out for her, an East Village miniloft that she owns, a managing editor’s job at a tiny but respected film magazine and a history of falling for guys who don’t want to commit. Witnessing her sister Alicia’s and her co-worker Samantha’s real estate–based romantic successes, Jacquie pitches an article to a well-paying women’s mag proposing that pretending to apartment-hunt is the ideal way to meet men (“a guy’s home doesn’t lie”) and gets assigned the piece. After meeting a few frogs, Jacquie clicks with Anthony, a documentarian living in Williamsburg. Jacquie makes sacrifices, and old patterns soon start to emerge, leaving her with hard decisions... Meyer gives Jacquie some terrific foils (in friends Courtney and gay man Jeremy), and has poignant things to say about the struggle to find the right person.
— Publishers Weekly