Margherita's Notebook

Zusatztext "Enjoy a story that follows one of the oldest plot lines: seducing a man with food.  Complete with recipes befitting the book's Tuscan countryside setting! this lighthearted read...is full of the type of temptation you hate to love! but can't resist." Informationen zum Autor Elisabetta Flumeri and Gabriella Giacometti Klappentext Originally published in Italian in 2013 by Sperling & Kupfer Editori S.p.A.Margherita’s Notebook chapter one The date indicated in the Mayan calendar as the day the world would end had come and gone with no major catastrophes. The end of Margherita’s world instead depended on three things that all happened that Thursday. But she didn’t know it yet. Though there had been some ominous signs. Margherita was in a large round room with lots of doors. I have to get out of here, I have to leave, she thought to herself. So she went to the first door and tried the handle, but to no avail. The door had been double locked. She tried the second door. Nothing. Anxiety started welling up inside her. She couldn’t stay there. She just had to get out. In desperation, she began running from one door to the next, feeling like a prisoner. There was only one door left. It was the smallest of them all. She held out her hand fearfully. When she touched it lightly, the door sprang open. There, before her, appeared an immense, bright kitchen, overflowing with delicious, irresistible food, the fragrances tickling her nostrils . . . As she entered, though, the door began to shrink—or was it she who was growing disproportionately? She tried to walk through it but got stuck, unable to move or call for help . . . She felt more and more overpowered. Suddenly, the kitchen disappeared from sight, only to be replaced by a long, dark corridor. She struggled with the choking feeling in her throat; she tried to breathe, to free herself, to get some air . . . All at once and gasping for breath, Margherita came out from under the tangle of blankets and furs that engulfed her in the double bed that took up most of the small bedroom. Francesco, her husband, gave an exasperated sigh and buried his head under his pillow. The furs moved in unison, revealing first a small bicolored face with big golden eyes and pointy ears, then a round pitch-black one, and, last, a bristly fat face covered in tangled fur that rather resembled the wild hairstyle of his owner. Ratatouille, Asparagio, and Artusi. “God, what a nightmare!” Margherita sighed in relief as she patted and scratched the two cats and the mutt that were vying for her attention: one was nibbling her big toe, another was “kneading” her legs, while the third was insistently pushing his paw against her arm. At that moment, the radio alarm began playing a cheerful melody. As the last notes faded away, a woman’s voice said, “Scorpio. Squeezed between Mars and Saturn, you’ll have to wait until summer to smile again. If Mars is an anvil, then Saturn is the hammer! Today, its influence will force you to eliminate from your life everything that is in any way weak or wrong.” Margherita’s blue eyes darkened as she contemplated the radio with annoyance. “Expect a very negative day,” the voice continued. “You will be oppressed by news that you would rather not hear, but because you are a Scorpio, you will know how to benefit from Saturn’s passage to make some important decisions.” With a flick of her hand, Margherita changed the station. What a great way to start the day! First, the nightmare. Now, this horoscope. Normally, Margherita didn’t believe in ominous dreams, nor did she set much store by cataclysmic horoscopes. Earsplitting hip-hop filled...

Détails du produit

• Auteurs: Elisabetta Flumeri, Gabriella Giacometti
• Edition: Simon & Schuster USA
• Langues: Anglais
• Format d'édition: Poche format B
• Sortie: 31.07.2016
• EAN: 9781476786025
• ISBN: 978-1-4767-8602-5
• Thème: Washington Square Press
• Catégorie: Littérature > Littérature (récits)