By the New York Times bestselling author of Just Haven't Met You Yet, a downtrodden twenty-six-year-old wakes up to the life she's always wanted, but is it really a dream come true?

Child death (offpage), death.

Lucy Young is twenty-six and tired. Tired of fetching coffees for senior TV producers, sick of going on disastrous dates, and done with living in a damp flat with roommates who never buy toilet paper. After another disappointing date, Lucy stumbles upon a wishing machine. Pushing a coin into the slot, Lucy closes her eyes and wishes with all her might: Please, let me skip to the good part of my life.

When she wakes the next morning to a handsome man, a ring on her finger, a high-powered job, and two storybook-perfect children, Lucy can’t believe this is real—especially when she looks in the mirror, and staring back is her own fortysomething face. Has she really skipped ahead like she’s always wanted, or has she simply forgotten a huge chunk of her life? As Lucy begins to embrace new relationships and the perks of maturity, she’ll have to ask herself: Can she go back to her previous life, and if so, can she stand to leave the good part behind?

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“Best selling Cousens . . . knocks it out of the park with this whimsical story that is reminiscent of the movie 13 Going on 30 . . . This heartfelt and unique romcom will have readers on the edges of their seats up to the emotional conclusion.”
– Booklist (starred review)

“A fresh, heartwarming work of art, The Good Part left me buried under an avalanche of emotions and with a new appreciation for the life’s small, beautiful moments. This is a book to read twice – once to feverishly tear through the pages and a second time to savor.”
– Annabel Monaghan, author of Nora Goes Off Script and Same Time Next Summer

“A charming look at the road not taken, The Good Part delves into both the ooey goodness and the messy realities of growing up and landing on both feet. A tender and delightful exploration of that age-old question: what if?”
– Allison Winn Scotch, bestselling author of The Rewind

Taste the very first page

My bed is wet. Not damp, but properly soaked, as though my pillow has been used as a sandbag during a flood. Looking up, I see a small stream of water dripping through the yellow stain on my bedroom ceiling: the source of my current dampness. The bedside clock tells me it’s five AM, which is the worst of all the AMs—not early enough to guarantee getting back to sleep, but not late enough to contemplate starting your day.

Jumping out of bed, I navigate the obstacle course that is my cluttered bedroom floor and run down the corridor, out of the front door, and up the cold stone stairs to the top-floor flat.

“Mr. Finkley! Mr. Finkley! Your bathroom is leaking again,” I shout while beating on the door with two fists. There’s no response. He’d better not have died in the bath with the tap running, because then the whole ceiling might fall in, and I’ll have his dead body to contend with on top of everything else. “Mr. Finkley!” I call again, with more urgency this time, trying to…