Here I Go Again
A Novel
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- 6,99 €
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- 6,99 €
Beschreibung des Verlags
The second novel from the New York Times bestselling author of If You Were Here takes us back to the hair metal 80's.
Twenty years after ruling the halls of her suburban Chicago high school, Lissy Ryder doesn’t understand why her glory days ended. Back then, she was worshipped...beloved...feared. Present day, not so much. She’s been pink-slipped from her high-paying job, dumped by her husband and kicked out of her condo. Now, at thirty-seven, she’s struggling to start a business out of her parents’ garage and sleeping under the hair-band posters in her old bedroom.
Lissy finally realizes karma is the only bitch bigger than she was. Her present is miserable because of her past. But it’s not like she can go back in time and change who she was...or can she?
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Mean Girls meets Back to the Future as bestselling memoirist Lancaster (Bitter Is the New Black) makes her second foray into fiction (after If You Were Here). "Every high school has a Lissy Ryder you know, the girl who's absolutely untouchable," she muses on the first page. As in: boyfriend stealer, head cheerleader, the girl you hated but secretly wanted to be. And by the second chapter, Lissy may finally be getting her karmic payback: her husband asks for a divorce, and she loses her PR job and moves back in with her parents. Mix in one hellish 20th high school reunion and a New Age classmate with a special potion (who's changed her name from Debbie to "Deva" and created a spiritual guidance industry), and suddenly Lissy's back to 1991. Armed with an insight she didn't possess then, Lissy aims to make up for being such an awful teenager. But in so doing, will she, la Back to the Future's Marty McFly, mess up the future not only for herself but for others? The author explores that concept in several different eventualities for all involved. Lancaster's as adept at fiction as she is at telling her own stories no matter what she's writing, it's scathingly witty and lots of fun.
