Lucky Me

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by Saba Kapur


  Whoever she was, she was probably really nice if Jack was putting up with her. And really attractive. Like, unfairly attractive. At least now I wouldn’t feel lonely in a new city without my two best friends. I’d have Milo and Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend. And his secret, bottomless bank account; let’s not forget about that.

  Just the four of us pals together in a new city. Without my parents always watching me like a hawk. No Dr. D. No rules. College life. College parties. College boys.

  What could possibly go wrong?

  About the Author

  Saba Kapur is a 20 year-old writer based out of Melbourne, Australia. Her passion for storytelling developed at a young age, born from a deep-seated love of books. Lucky Me is her first novel and an ode to her favorite things: fashion, romance, and mystery.

  Born in India, Saba spent her childhood in Indonesia and Kiev, Ukraine. She is currently in her final year of college, studying International Relations and Criminology at Monash University. She hopes to one day become a fabulous lawyer in New York City, with a closet full of stilettos.

  In her spare time Saba enjoys reading, watching anything to do with Ryan Gosling, and pretending she’s Beyoncé. She currently lives with her parents, her older sister, and a large supply of chocolate.

  Acknowledgements

  First, a massive thank you to Amberjack Publishing, who took a chance on a young writer who was just about ready to give up. And a special thank you to my lovely editor, Jenny Catanese, for all of her guidance and support.

  I’d also like to thank Anastasia Hantzis, for teaching me that books will never let you down, even when people do. Thank you to my always excited friends, for never being any of those people who let me down. I promise I’ll try to make you famous (but I can’t guarantee anything, sorry Uma).

  I’m forever grateful to my parents, who patiently watched me obsess over my manuscript for three years and never once let me lose faith.

  And of course, to my sister Rahat, for crying before every one of my school dances and graduations. You are perhaps the only person I would choose over George Clooney.

 

 

 


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