Head over Heels
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- HUF3,290.00
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- HUF3,290.00
Publisher Description
Five unforgettable women. One beloved yoga studio. A million tales to tell.
Yoga teacher Lee is facing a tough decision. Struggling to make ends meet at her treasured studio she's given a helping hand in the form of an invitation to participate in the biggest yoga event of the year . . . but to do so means going against everything she believes in. Masseuse Katherine is being evicted from the only home she's ever known, while actress Imani fights to make her film comeback. And as Graciela plays with fire - or rather a famous baseball player - right under the nose of her volatile boyfriend, Stephanie finds herself in a very unexpected relationship.
Yoga may be all about the glamorous celebrity teachers these days, but for five women the small humble Edendale studio remains a place for true friendship - and right now that's exactly what these women need . . .
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Like chocolate and peanut butter, it's a natural match chick lit and yoga with a hot L.A. setting, fictional celebs, and a host of complications for its five heroines, yoginis all. There's super-teacher Lee, building a new studio and beginning to date after a divorce, and her friends/co-workers/clients: dancer and abuse victim Graciela; Katherine the sober masseuse; reluctant lesbian and rising screenwriter Stephanie; and Imani, an actress coming back after a pregnancy. This sequel to Tales from the Yoga Studio stands on its own, and given the number of story lines and the recent yoga boom, it's clear that Mitchell (a pseudonymous Stephen McCauley) has the makings of a series, and not a half bad one, as the women genuinely like each other and only a Pilates scrooge wouldn't wish them well. Perhaps in the next iteration, Mitchell can ease up on plot (some urgency dissipates as we're torn away from Graciela's rescue for Lee to interview yet another teacher and Katherine to worry about her new apartment) and show a bit more of what B.K.S. Iyengar calls the donkey work of yoga. Until then, it's a frothy blend of female bonding and bending, depicted as the twin tonics for whatever ails you.
