A Spy In The House Of Love

A Spy In The House Of Love

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Introducing Little Clothbound Classics: irresistible, mini editions of short stories, novellas and essays from the world's greatest writers, designed by the award-winning Coralie Bickford-Smith.

Celebrating the range and diversity of Penguin Classics, they take us from snowy Japan to springtime Vienna, from haunted New England to a sun-drenched Mediterranean island, and from a game of chess on the ocean to a love story on the moon. Beautifully designed and printed, these collectible editions are bound in colourful, tactile cloth and stamped with foil.

Beautiful, bored and bourgeoise, Sabina leads a double life inspired by her relentless desire for fleeting romance. But when the secrecy of her affairs becomes too much to bear, Sabina makes a late night phone-call to a stranger from a bar, and begins a confession that captivates the unknown man and soon inspires him to seek her out...

Book Information

Main Genre
Novels
Sub Genre
Classics
Format
Hardback
Pages
171
Price
16.50 €

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Für die Moral der Geschichte reichen die letzten 5 Seiten

Ich habe wirklich viele Fragen zu diesem Buch. Und gar keine Antworten. 1. wieso hat jemand das bei Social Media empfohlen als DAS Buch um den eigenen Umgang mit Liebesbeziehungen zu reflektieren? 2. hat die Autorin eine unbehandelte ADHS? Die Gedankensprünge die zum Teil auf einer Seite gemacht wurden, haben Kopfschmerzen Potenzial 3. wieso passt die „Moral“ am Ende nicht zur Geschichte? Ahhhhh das Buch hat mich wirklich verwirrt und ich habe es auch nur zuende gelesen weil es so kurz ist

Für die Moral der Geschichte reichen die letzten 5 Seiten
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„You haven’t loved yet,” he said. “You’ve only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, desire alone is not love, illusion is not love, dreaming is not love. All these were paths leading you out of yourself, it is true, and so you thought they led to another, but you never reached the other. You were only on the way.“

Oh to be a woman in the 50’s roaming the streets of New York sleeping with random men trying to make myself feel something other than guilt

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