title: Someday, Someday, Maybe: A Novel
author:  Lauren Graham 
description: Actor Graham (Gilmore Girls, Parenthood) turns to a new creative outlet with her breezy first novel set in the demoralizing if funny bustle of New York Citys 1995 acting world. Twentysomething Franny Banks is destined to act, if she can can actually land a decent audition and an even more decent part. Able to pay her rent since she snagged a coveted comedy-club waitressing job, Franny lives the typical life of a struggling actor as she tries to balance finding a good agent, going to auditions, making a splash in her acting class, and keeping her disliked if much-needed job while fretting over the looming self-imposed deadline of three years to make it on Broadway. Her roommates, good pal Jane and wannabe writer Dan, play her foils as she also deals with family issues and the very enticing James Franklin, from her acting class. A jaunty style and cutesy Filofax entries mark this as light yet enjoyable reading. Recommended for readers interested in a blithe, behind-the-scenes take on aspiring actors and their world. --Julie Trevelyan
zlib_text: Someday
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright Š 1956 by Royal Publications, Inc.
  
  
  
  
  
  Niccolo Mazetti lay stomach down on the rug, chin buried in the palm of one
  small hand, and listened to the Bard disconsolately. There was even the
  suspicion of tears in his dark eyes, a luxury an eleven-year-old could allow
  himself only when alone.
  
  
  The Bard said, “Once upon a time in the middle of a deep wood, there lived a
  poor woodcutter and his two motherless daughters, who were each as beautiful
  as the day is long. The older daughter had long hair as black as a feather
  from a raven’s wing, but the younger daughter had hair as bright and golden as
  the sunlight of an autumn afternoon.
  
  
  “Many times while the girls were waiting for their father to come home from
  his day’s work in the wood, the older girl would sit before a mirror and
  sing”
  
  
  What she sang, Niccolo did not hear, for a call sounded from outside the room:
  “Hey, Nickie.”
  
  
  And Niccolo, his face clearing on the moment, rushed to the window and
  shouted, “Hey