Until the Real Thing Comes Along, Paperback Book
3.5 out of 5 (3 ratings)


Patty Murphy is facing that pivotal point in a woman's life when her biological clock ticks as insistently as a beating heart.

Will she find Mr Right and start a family? But Patty is in love - with a man who is not only attractive and financially sound, but sensitive and warmhearted.

There's just one small problem: He is also gay. Against her better judgment, and pleas from family and friends, Patty refuses to give up on Ethan.

Every man she dates ultimately leaves her aching for the gentle comfort and intimacy she shares with him.

But even as she throws eligible bachelors to the wayside to spend yet another platonic night with Ethan, Patty longs more and more for the consolation of loving and being loved.

In the meantime she must content herself with waiting - until the real thing comes along...


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A wry look at being single, desiring children, defining "family."

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This book fits into the "too close for comfort" shelf so well I had to create one just for it. Now, I may not have a gay best friend that I'm in love with, or do a ridiculously poor job of selling houses, but the baby-craving to absurd levels (as in "maybe you should stop staring at other people's children before someone calls the cops on you" levels)? Hell yeah: I'm right there. <br/><br/>And Berg is one of my favorite authors, and she tackles the subject maybe a little bit too well, because the book made me uncomfortable. I did not want to find out how Patty solved her problems, mostly because I knew it would not be a solution applicable to my problems. Also, Patty's ability to shield herself from things she doesn't want to recognize (they are too long and spoiler-ish to list here, but trust me, as a reader you see them coming from miles away &amp; a few of <u>those</u> plot points were also uncomfortably close to my own experiences dealing with family and friends) was, perhaps, also a little bit too close to the bone for me. <br/><br/>Usually, seeing characters I can relate to is what reading is all about for me, but, as much as I enjoy Berg's writing style and her ability to describe things in concise and apt ways - "I always thought I'd have five or six children, and I have imagined so many lovely domestic scenes featuring me and my offspring. Here we are outside on a hot summer day, running through the sprinkler, The children wear bright fluorescent bathing suits in pink and green and yellow; I wear cutoffs and a T-shirt. There is fruit salad in the refrigerator. Later, I will let the older ones squirt whipped cream for the younger ones; then, if they pester me enough in the right way, I'll let them squirt it into their mouths - and mine." - I almost couldn't finish the book, it was that bad. Melancholy mood to begin with, add a dose of (much too realistic) fiction, and even one of my favorite authors gets a bad rating, unfortunately.

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Just a quick note. Here it is, probably about 5 years later, and I read the description of this and cannot remember it *at all*. I know I've read a Berg or two, and I know I've read some 5K books since I (guess, as it's pre-GR, so pre-cataloging) read this, but still. Nothing. So, I'm betting that's not a real high recommendation of the value of the time spent reading the darn thing.

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