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In a jazz bar on the last night of 1937, watching a quartet because she couldn't afford to see the whole ensemble, there were certain things Katey Kontent knew: the location of every old church in Manhattan how to sneak into the cinema how to type eighty words a minute, five thousand an hour, and nine million a year and that if you can still lose yourself in a Dickens novel then everything is going to be fine. By the end of the year she'd learned: how to live like a redhead and insist upon the very best; that riches can turn to rags in the trip of a heartbeat, chance encounters can be fated, and the word 'yes' can be a poison. That's how quickly New York City comes about, like a weathervane, or the head of a cobra. Time tells which.
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Rules of Civility, Amor Towels, David Nicholls
- Idioma
- Publicado en
- 2011
- Encuadernación
- (Tapa blanda)
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- Título
- Rules of Civility
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Amor Towels, David Nicholls
- Editorial
- Hodder & Stoughton
- Publicado en
- 2011
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 335
- ISBN10
- 1444708856
- ISBN13
- 9781444708851
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- Ficción, Romance, Novelas históricas, Amor, Amistad, EE.UU., Novelas sociales, Literatura americana, Sociedad, Vida, Nueva York, América, Accidente, Jazz, Años 30 del siglo XX, Manhattan, NY, Decadencia
- Primera publicación
- 2011
- Título original
- Rules of Civility
- Calificación
- 4,1 de 5
- Descripción
- In a jazz bar on the last night of 1937, watching a quartet because she couldn't afford to see the whole ensemble, there were certain things Katey Kontent knew: the location of every old church in Manhattan how to sneak into the cinema how to type eighty words a minute, five thousand an hour, and nine million a year and that if you can still lose yourself in a Dickens novel then everything is going to be fine. By the end of the year she'd learned: how to live like a redhead and insist upon the very best; that riches can turn to rags in the trip of a heartbeat, chance encounters can be fated, and the word 'yes' can be a poison. That's how quickly New York City comes about, like a weathervane, or the head of a cobra. Time tells which.