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Call me naïve, but when I was a girl-watching James Bond and devouring Harriet the Spy-all I wanted was to grow up to be a spy. Unlike most kids, I didn't lose my secret-agent aspirations. So as a bright-eyed, idealistic college grad, I sent my resume to the CIA. Getting in was a story in itself. I peed in more cups than you could imagine, and was nearly condemned as a sexual deviant by the staff psychologist. My roommates were getting freaked out by government investigators lurking around, asking questions about my past. Finally, the CIA was training me to crash cars into barriers at 60 mph. Jump out of airplanes with cargo attached to my body. Survive interrogation, travel in alias, lose a tail. One thing they didn't teach us was how to date a guy while lying to him about what you do for a living. That I had to figure out for myself. Then I was posted overseas. And that's when the real fun began.
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Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy, White Lindsay, Fricker Rod, Peter Moran, Dominika Chandler
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- Publicado en
- 2005
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- Título
- Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- White Lindsay, Fricker Rod, Peter Moran, Dominika Chandler
- Editorial
- Berkley Books
- Publicado en
- 2005
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 304
- ISBN10
- 0425205622
- ISBN13
- 9780425205624
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- No ficción, Ciencias sociales, Historias reales, Biografías, Ciencias políticas & Política, Mujeres, Política, Autobiografías y memorias, Espionaje, Biografías de políticos, Biografías de mujeres
- Calificación
- 3,3 de 5
- Descripción
- Call me naïve, but when I was a girl-watching James Bond and devouring Harriet the Spy-all I wanted was to grow up to be a spy. Unlike most kids, I didn't lose my secret-agent aspirations. So as a bright-eyed, idealistic college grad, I sent my resume to the CIA. Getting in was a story in itself. I peed in more cups than you could imagine, and was nearly condemned as a sexual deviant by the staff psychologist. My roommates were getting freaked out by government investigators lurking around, asking questions about my past. Finally, the CIA was training me to crash cars into barriers at 60 mph. Jump out of airplanes with cargo attached to my body. Survive interrogation, travel in alias, lose a tail. One thing they didn't teach us was how to date a guy while lying to him about what you do for a living. That I had to figure out for myself. Then I was posted overseas. And that's when the real fun began.