It's fairy tale come true for Julia Jones, a stalled artist living in Boston's Old World Italian neighborhood, the North End. She's engaged to marry the impossibly wonderful (and impossibly wealthy) Asher Bartlett — in a Swiss castle, no less. And after the wedding, she'll get to ditch her dead-end nonprofit job and go from being a sometime painter to a full-time artist.

But when the wedding plans take a turn for the worse, in a flash, Julia's life goes from fairy tale to second-rate soap opera. Determined as she is not to again lose track of her art, she's got to pay the rent, and she reluctantly returns to her day job — and her diabolical coworker, Byron. A brief flicker of romantic hope when she reconnects with her high school crush is followed by repeated rejection, and she struggles not to feel too jealous that her commitment-phobic best friend has somehow stumbled into a stable, honest-to-goodness relationship. All the while, she's haunted by the biggest mystery of all: what went wrong with Asher?

Looking for a fun, often funny read with substance and a jolt of self-love? Pick up Marrying Myself and fall in love with Julia, with Boston — and, most of all, with yourself.