I enjoyed this book in that it did cover Coco's life and her life was amazing! To me, it was kind of fluffy and I felt the author wrote from a kind of self depreciating point of view of herself as an American woman/housewife. I didn't really get where she was coming from and so I found some of ...
Karen Karbo has created a new form of biography in which the author not only recounts the life of her subject but considers it in light of her own. This draws powerful as well as hilarious comparisons between women of the past and present, often showing that women today face the same frustrating ...
Minerva Clark has never liked popular, bratty Chelsea de Guzman. But when Chelsea pleads with Minerva to help her locate a missing diamond, the prospect of a new mystery is just too irresistible to pass up, especially after Minerva learns that it's a red diamond and potentially worth millions. Be...
Minerva Clark is a typical thirteen-year-old girl: she hates her hair, she hates her legs (which somehow manage to look both too fat and too skinny at the same time), and don't get her started on her gigantor bootie. On top of all this puberty, she's being raised by three older brothers, none of ...
When Mouse Fitzhenry returns to Los Angeles after spending 16 years in Africa as a film maker, she finds her life complicated by her mother's insistence that she and Tony, her long-time boyfriend, get married; her attraction to her old flame Ivan; and the films that both Tony and Ivan intend to m...
A novel of babies and friendship, mothers and fathers, and the havoc of procreation. Brooke and Mary Rose are best friends. Brooke is the mother of a six-month-old. Mary Rose is pregnant. Brooke is married to Lyle, though, at times, she wonders why. Mary Rose would be married if Ward, the father...
Lozano’s air-conditioned office and tromped back down the hill, crossing Twenty-fifth Avenue, where the car was parked, and on to Twenty-third Avenue. Mrs. Dagnitz bounced along, chattering about how this part of the city always reminded her of a college town, with its huge old three-story houses...
I must stop for a brief art history interlude. There’s no need to worry. I dropped my lone art history class in college. I thought I was signing up for the section where you study nothing older than Toulouse-Lautrec’s comely whores in their sassy thigh-highs, but wound up in the Venus of Willendo...
6: TO BE HAPPY, WORK HARD There is so much that has been written, by people so much more professional than I, that I wonder what in the hell I am presuming to do, anyway. POSTWAR PARIS WASN’T ALL CRÊPES SUZETTES AND LADIES SWANNING around in nip-waisted dresses. Not surprisingly, we have the movi...