Cafard, vertiges et vodkas glace
Roman
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In this compassionate, wise, and comical debut, Kate Christensen gives an engaging and authentic voice to a new generation of single urban women. Claudia Steiner never intended for her life to become such a disaster. At the age of twenty-nine she finds herself serving as secretary to an insane, aging socialite who barks orders from her toilet, specializes in devastating backhanded remarks, and expects Claudia to ghostwrite her best-selling novels. Her job pays enough to keep her in overpriced cocktails, cabs, and take-out but doesn't cover the rent on her roach-infested apartment or keep her creditors at bay. Her romantic prospects are no better. She's hopelessly in love with her best friend, a corporate lawyer who may or may not be gay, and she's still relentlessly pursued by her ex-lover, a married unpublished epic poet. All Claudia can rely on--aside from her wry sense of humor and her faith in the medicinal properties of whiskey--is a persistent little flame of belief in herself, which gives her the glimmer of a chance for a happy ending.
Buchkauf
Cafard, vertiges et vodkas glace, Christine Barbaste, Kate Christensen
- Sprache
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 2002
- Einband
- (Paperback),
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- Gebraucht - Gut
- Preis
- 6,09 €inkl. MwSt.
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- Titel
- Cafard, vertiges et vodkas glace
- Untertitel
- Roman
- Sprache
- Französisch
- Autor*innen
- Christine Barbaste, Kate Christensen
- Verlag
- J'ai Lu
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 2002
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 349
- ISBN10
- 2290317306
- ISBN13
- 9782290317303
- Reihe
- Schlagwörter
- Humor, Gegenwartsliteratur
- Beschreibung
- In this compassionate, wise, and comical debut, Kate Christensen gives an engaging and authentic voice to a new generation of single urban women. Claudia Steiner never intended for her life to become such a disaster. At the age of twenty-nine she finds herself serving as secretary to an insane, aging socialite who barks orders from her toilet, specializes in devastating backhanded remarks, and expects Claudia to ghostwrite her best-selling novels. Her job pays enough to keep her in overpriced cocktails, cabs, and take-out but doesn't cover the rent on her roach-infested apartment or keep her creditors at bay. Her romantic prospects are no better. She's hopelessly in love with her best friend, a corporate lawyer who may or may not be gay, and she's still relentlessly pursued by her ex-lover, a married unpublished epic poet. All Claudia can rely on--aside from her wry sense of humor and her faith in the medicinal properties of whiskey--is a persistent little flame of belief in herself, which gives her the glimmer of a chance for a happy ending.


