Last Night at Chateau Marmont. Lauren Weisberger
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Название: Last Night at Chateau Marmont
Автор: Lauren Weisberger
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780007365937
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Last Night at Chateau Marmont
by Lauren Weisberger
Copyright
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2010
Copyright © Lauren Weisberger 2010
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007311002
Ebook Edition © May 2013 ISBN: 9780007365937
Version: 2016-04-27
For Dana, my sister and best friend forever
Contents
3. makes john mayer look like amateur hour
6. he could have been a doctah
7. betrayed by a bunch of tweens
8. my weak heart can’t handle another threesome
9. a bun in the oven and a drink in hand
11. knee-deep in tequila and eighteen-year-old girls
12. better or worse than the sienna pictures
16. boyfriend with a villa and a son
17. good old ed had a thing for prostitutes
1
piano man
When the subway finally screeched into the Franklin Street station, Brooke was nearly sick with anxiety. She checked her watch for the tenth time in as many minutes and tried to remind herself that it wasn’t the end of the world; her best friend, Nola, would forgive her, had to forgive her, even if she was inexcusably late. She pushed her way through the rush-hour throngs of commuters toward the door, instinctively holding her breath in the midst of so many bodies, and allowed herself to be pulled toward the stairwell. On autopilot now, Brooke and her fellow riders each pulled their cell phones from their purses and jacket pockets, filed silently into a straight line and, zombielike, marched like choreographed soldiers up the right side of the cement stairs while staring blankly at the tiny screensxs in their palms.
‘Shit!’ she heard an overweight woman up ahead call out, and in just a moment she knew why. The rain hit her forcefully and without warning the instant she emerged from the stairwell. What had been a chilly but decent enough March evening only twenty minutes earlier had deteriorated into a freezing, thundering misery, where the winds whipped the rain down with driving force and made it utterly impossible to stay СКАЧАТЬ