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  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Red Dress Ink; Original edition (June 1 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373895607
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373895601
  • Product Dimensions: 20.2 x 13.3 x 1.8 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #945,443 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Melissa Senate is the author of eight novels, including the bestselling See Jane Date, which was made into an ABC Family TV movie and has sold over 200,000 copies worldwide.  She's published short pieces in Everything I've Always Wanted to Know About Being a Girl I Learned from Judy Blume, It's a Wonderful Lie, Flirting with Pride and Prejudice, and American Girls About Town.  A former romance and young adult editor from New York, she now lives on the southern coast of Maine with her son.

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According to an often-referenced New York Times article, here are fifteen questions you should ask yourself and The One before marrying. About children (how many… who will be primary caretaker?), finances (spender…saver?), sex (how often…you're not secretly gay are you?), in-laws (get the rules in writing!), and even if there should be a television in the bedroom. But the most important question, the one that had me second-guessing my near instantaneous acceptance of Tom's marriage proposal, was the last. Number fifteen. About the strength of the relationship and whether it would withstand challenges.

Such as my twin sister, Stella. "This is an intervention," Stella said, stretching her skinny arms across my bedroom doorway to block my escape into the living room, where my engagement party was in full swing. "From a marriage that will bore you to death before your first anniversary."

She wasn't laughing. Shouldn't there be a laugh after a comment like that? A just kidding?

"Run for your life, Ruby," she whispered. "You don't want to die before your thirtieth birthday, do you?" She added the trademark head tilt she'd affected by studying Angelina Jolie.

Stella and I were not identical twins. Clearly. We had little in common other than the first half of our childhoods, our big-toothed smiles and our taste in men—until now, until Tom.

She objected to his looks, which she described as classic woodwork. She objected to his clothes, which she described as nerdometer-blowing. She objected to his dinner conversation, which she described as better than Sominex.

My response: You and I are not the same person, Stella.We never have been. Even if we used to be attracted to the same type of man, starting with three-foot four-inch tall Danny Peel in preschool.

Tom was the man for me. Granted, I was a bit stumped on some of the questions from the New York Times article. But wasn't compromise a good answer—the right answer— to many of them? For example, to Tom wanting four kids, like his parents had, like both his sisters had (his brother wasn't yet married). We would agree on two. Though he really, really, really wanted four. And as a twin, I really, really, really liked the idea of having just one child, lavishing all my attention on him or her. When I mentioned that, Tom had looked at me as though I had four heads, and said there was plenty of time to figure all that out.

Yeah, to convince you to pop out four, Stella had commented when I'd mistakenly been thinking out loud last Thanksgiving. Tom and I had been talking about our future even then. After the first kid,he'll make you feel guilty about not giving Bore Jr.a sibling,so you'll get knocked up again,with twins because they run in the family.Then he'll make you feel guilty about Bore Jr.being the only non-twin,and you'll be pregnant again.Suddenly, you have four, just like he wanted. And right, you'll co-parent. She'd cracked up for a good half minute.

At least Tom and I were both savers, so that was good for the finance question, even if Tom did go overboard in the supermarket, consistently choosing, say, generic toilet paper over Quilted Northern, which I felt was worth the extra money. Not only is he a cheapskate, Stella had said, but he does it so you won't ask him to go grocery shopping in the first place. You say he's not a typical guy, Rubes, but trust me, that is a typical guy.

And Tom did like a television in the bedroom, tuned to either CNN or a Red Sox game. I wasn't so crazy about that. But it was hardly a deal breaker.

Then there was sex. Our sex life could be described like that hilarious split screen scene in Annie Hall, when both Annie and Alvy are separately at their therapists' offices and when asked how often they have sex, Annie says: "Constantly. I'd say three times a week." And Alvy says, "Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week." This, I hadn't shared with my sister. I didn't have to, since Stella often said that "the sex must suck." It didn't, not really.

It wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Tom because I was, to a degree. He was tall, lankily muscular, with washboard abs and he smelled good, like Ivory soap. And he was perfectly attractive in a bit of a bland way. He was also great company, kind, intelligent, often funny, responsible and solid as the ole rock. But—

"Let me guess," Stella continued, dropping her arms to twirl a strand of her long, dark hair around her finger. "Mr. Personality proposed at school. In front of seventh graders."

I didn't know why I laughed. It wasn't funny. Stella assuming such a thing—or the fact that she was right.

"And you said yes," she whispered. "Yes to being Ruby Truby." She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Ruby Truby," she repeated, then turned and disappeared into the crowd in the living room, settling herself in a chair next to our great-grandmother, Zelda, our only other relative in the world, unless you counted our father and his extended family, which you couldn't.

I could barely count Stella.

I glanced around for Tom; he was on the deck, wearing his engagement gift from one of his young nieces, a white apron embroidered with I Rock As An Uncle and splattered with preschool-made painted handprints. He was brushing barbecue sauce on the chicken while chatting with a bunch of his male relatives, who were tall and lanky like him.

Just over a week ago on the last day of school, Tom Truby, in the durable Dockers and trademark sweater-vest that drove Stella nuts, knocked on my classroom door during study hall for "A moment, Ms. Miller?" There had been the usual whistles and "You go, Truby!" from the students, my eighth-grade English class. Teacher romances weren't common at Blueberry Hills Academy.

I decided not to confirm to Stella that Tom had proposed in school. In the stairwell. During fourth period. But on one knee, at least.

The stairs were sort of romantic. Tom and I had met on those steps on my first day at BLA (affectionately acronymed with a silent H by students and faculty alike) two and a half years ago. I'd been going up; he'd been going down, but then he'd suddenly jogged up backward to my step and stared at me for half a second before extending his hand with a friendly, "Tom Truby, AP English and European History." My first thought was nerdy. My second was but kinda hot underneath that navy-blue sweater-vest. My third was I like the way he's looking at me with those intelligent blue eyes. Which, for that one unguarded moment, was passionately.

The English Chair, Meg Fitzmaurice, had come down the stairs then. She'd clapped her arm around me and said, "Welcome to the loony bin, Ruby. I see you've already met Tom Truby." (Who had since continued back down.) "If you need anything, he's your guy. True as his name." Then she leaned in and whispered, "But avoid Nick McDermott. You'll know why when you meet him, but I'll give you a hint. The entire female faculty refers to him as Mr. McDreamy. You know, like from Grey's Anatomy."

Two and a half years later, if the sight of Mr. McDreamy could still manage to make the air whoosh out of my body at my own engagement party, I would accept that I, myself, was a challenge to my future with Tom, to our marriage. I would accept that Stella (who knew nothing of my feelings for Nick) was right, that I did require an intervention. Because it was one thing to marry a man you did love— but maybe, if you were very honest with yourself, more like a friend than anything—a man who would make a trustworthy, dependable husband, a wonderful, doting father. But it was another to do so knowing that you were in love with someone else, someone you couldn't have the way you would want. Or need.

What you wanted, what you needed, you had said yes to, and for good reason. You were an intelligent woman. You overthought, in fact. Something you'd been accused of since kindergarten. But you didn't have to overthink what you craved, what you fantasized about, what stopped you from all rational thought several times a day, which now stood on the deck of your home, a guest at your engagement party.

Nick, of course, had spent a good fifteen minutes charming my great-grandmother, who'd uttered, "My, is he handsome!" three times already. But charming women of all ages was Nick's specialty. Including twelve- to eighteen-year-old girls, his students, into passionate discussions and essays about The Merchant of Venice and To Kill a Mockingbird. The part of Nick that stole the breath out of me was ninety-nine percent (okay, seventy-five percent) that: the maverick teacher who could command a classroom of adolescents at their hormoniest worst and transfix them by relating centuries-old relationships to their own. He managed to make voice-cracking thirteen-year-old boys feel so much for Henry V that they broke out into soliloquies in the cafeteria, their French fries raised as swords, ketchup splattered on their T-shirts as they fell in bloody battle.

Yes, he was gorgeous. In that almost movie-star way. Thirty-four. Six-one. Lankily muscular. Two dimples. Sparkling dark-brown eyes and thick, dark-brown sexy hair. Fair, fair skin that somehow managed to tan even before the last day of school. That perfect Roman nose—broken once in a fight with someone's husband. He also came complete with a small trust fund that enabled him to live in a gorgeous, historic apartment in Portland's West End, drive a silver Porsche and do exactly what he wanted with his life, which was to teach.

As I headed out onto the deck I ignored Stella, who was French braiding the hair of one of Tom's little nieces. The deck was crowded with Trubys, faculty from BLA and friends. Tom, adding the vegetable shish kebabs to the grill, was deep in conversation with his male relatives about the Red Sox and whether they'd make it to the play-offs. Nick stood alone by the railing, staring out at the view of downtown Blueberry Hills, the town square and the BLA campus just across the street.

Blueberry Hills was your typical Maine coastal town: lovely and quaint, five white clapboard churches with their magnificent steeples lining the mile-lon...

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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Excellent chick lit June 3 2008
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
Maine schoolteacher Ruby Miller evaluates her relationship with her fiancé Tom Truby using a New York Times Article's fifteen questions as a gauge. The first fourteen are a resounding affirmation that she and Tom belong together. Question fifteen asks: "Is their relationship strong enough to withstand challenges? Ruby truthfully is unsure as she doubts Tom has ever met anyone like her twin sister hurricane Stella, the Manhattan muse.

While Ruby struggles with that last question Stella informs her that her future brother-in-law is wrong for Ruby who will be bored to death within one year of blissful matrimony. She also says she is pregnant with a hunk whose name begins with Ja, but not exactly sure. Stella asks Ruby to come with her to Nevada so that she can find the dad of her unborn who she says mentioned Vegas and at the same her sister can find her loving groove. Ruby knows she has issues as she dreams of schoolteacher Nick McDermott instead of Tom terrific so she agrees.

QUESTIONS TO ASK BEFORE MARRYING is what chick lit is all about when the characters and their scenarios are excellent. The twins are a delight as they go cross country seeking answers and finding more questions. Witty and amusing, the strong story line deals with complex personal issues involving families such as rejections, desertions, and especially what is true love and is that enough to cement a permanent relationship. Readers will ask two questions afterward of Melissa Senate: what next and when?

Harriet Klausner
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
Surprisingly poignant, fun read Dec 24 2008
By Megan - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
A surprisingly endearing and moving read, I loved 'Questions to Ask Before Marrying.' I expected a light story -- and I did get one -- but I actually stumbled across something with a lot of heart, too.

Ruby Miller is about to marry Tom Truby, a dependable and all-around good guy with whom she's living and planning a future. Her twin sister Stella is less than pleased with this match, believing that Ruby is simply settling for Tom because he's loyal -- and nothing like their father, who abandoned the family when the girls were young.

Add in the sudden confession of love by Ruby's good friend and fellow teacher Nick and you have a real quandry -- should Ruby move forward with Tom as planned, or is Nick -- dangerous, handsome, unpredictable -- really what she's been searching for? These are definitely questions to ask before marrying.

I loved the storyline between the sisters most -- though incredibly different, Stella and Ruby are unequivocally devoted to one another through everything. A separate storyline requiring the Miller twins, former child stars, to journey to Las Vegas is as hilarious as it is endearing. And the ending was perfect!

Definitely pick up this one if you're a "chick lit" fan!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Great chick-lit! Sept. 9 2008
By pinkcypress - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
A great chick-lit book! Twin sisters, Ruby and Stella, drive to Las Vegas in search of the father of Stella's baby - and to give Ruby time to decide once and for all if she's marrying the right guy! Some of it was fairly predictable, but I honestly was thrilled with the way it ended. All the way through, the characters are wonderful - not just the main characters, but the ones that Stella and Ruby meet along the way. The sisters bond, grow up a bit, and learn a lot about themselves.
Quick and light, but not necessarily up to par... Nov. 14 2008
By J.L. McHale - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback Verified Purchase
***CONTAINS SPOILERS***
I'm typically a big fan of Melissa Senate's work, but this latest release left me wanting more. The basic premise of the novel explained on the cover - two sisters on a road trip, one trying to find the father of her child (the result of a one-night stand) and the other trying to decide whether or not she's ready for marriage to her stable (yet fairly uninteresting) fiance - has enough potential to make the buyer believe it will be a really entertaining read. But somewhere along the way I feel like that potential was lost.

There are a couple major plot points that disappointed me and I'll list them here:
1. Stella (the pregnant sister) doesn't even remember the full name of her one-night stand, yet she's convinced he could be "the one". That, in an of itself, wouldn't be enough to upset me. But, the fact that by the end of the novel the two have found each other - at a chance meeting in a Chinese restaurant no less - and look like they will be together forever. Sure, it's a sweet ending, but Ms. Senate has never been one to give the "happily ever after" just because it seems like it would be what readers want. It almost felt like a sell out.

2. Converse to the situation with Stella, Ruby (the engaged sister) wound up having an affair of her own (with the hot teacher from her school with whom she's been flirting the whole time she's been in a relationship with the mild-mannered fiance) while on their trip. If anyone were to get the fairy tale ending in this story, you'd think it would wind up being Ruby. Yet, by the end of the story she's back with the fiance (with seemingly no repercussions from the affair) and plugging along - Business as usual. It just felt like a very unrealistic situation to me... You sleep with another man only weeks before your wedding and yet all remains status quo? I don't get it.

3. All of the conflict in this novel is a direct result of a magazine article touting the "14 questions every couple should ask before marrying". OK, I understand that many people reads articles like this all the time. But, does anyone actually put that much stock into them? Maybe it's just me, but I feel like the answer would be "no".

Throughout this whole book I had an underlying feeling of frustration. The episodes that occured along the way were pretty entertaining, but I'm used to getting a lot more out of a Melissa Senate book and the fact that I didn't leaves me very disappointed.

I don't know if I'd say that anyone shouldn't read this novel. But, I will put out a strong warning that it's not a typical Senate piece and you should be very wary about expecting too much.
Cute, Not Senate's Best Work May 6 2010
A Kid's Review - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
I love Melissa Senate and nearly everything she writes. See Jane Date is one of my all-time favorite books and I enjoyed reading The Breakup Club and the Solomon Sisters Wise Up as well. Right now, I've started her newest book, The Secret of Joy and I have a feeling it will be her best book yet.
Questions to Ask Before Marrying fell a little short for me, though. The commonly used "road trip" in an effort for the characters to find themselves usually leaves me cold, as it brings a sense of tedium to the story. The affair Ruby has is actually the most interesting part of the book. Her sister's story wasn't as compelling and the author's "fairy tale/what a gosh darned coincidence" ending left me rolling my eyes. Mainly, because that kind of tidy resolution never happens in real life!
Senate's strong point is the gutsy realism she provides to her storylines. I hope her newest book provides a better ending than this one did. However, Melissa, I still remain a fan!

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