To everyone who`s ever second-guessed
a desicion they`ve made.
Our past makes us who we are.
Have no regrets.
Заказывала на Амазоне ещё месяца два назад, а пришла она на прошлой неделе. Из-за сессии даже нету толком времени нормально сесть почитать, но всё равно каждый день перед сном не выдерживаю и хотя бы страничек десять читаю, валяюсь походу под столом от ржача.
Это не Мураками, не Коэльо и даже не Фрей. Тут нет глубокого смысла, философских рассуждений и хождений по мукам. Тут по-моему вообще нет смысла. Зато есть женские мысли - жутко откровенные, глупые и при всём при этом очень забавные. Читается очень легко и мгновенно поднимает настроение, даже несмотря на явную наклонность в сторону "для гламурных блондинко"...
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I’m Delilah Darling,
Just an average girl –
or so I’d thought….
Everyone lies about the number of partners they’ve had. I’ll admit, I’m just as guilty as the next person:
Every boyfriend thinks my number is about four (yes - including themselves)
My gynaecologist thinks it’s closer to seven (all done with protection, of course)
My mum – though I prefer not to talk about sex with her – thinks it’s somewhere around two
Even my best friend thinks I’ve slept with fewer men than I have, because no-one – repeat no-one – tells their best friend everything…
But I was getting a little self-conscious about my number, so I decided that twenty would be the limit. No more. Not ever.
Delilah wakes up one morning to realise that she has, without meaning to, hit the BIG TWENTY. It`s a disaster. Unless - could she have missed the love of her life wothout realising it? Delilah sets out on ther road trip of a lifetime, to revisit all her past lovers and try and find The One. But can you put a number on love?
Synopsis
What's your number? No, not your phone number. Your number. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Nope, wrong again. Not your age. Not your salary either. Your 'number', silly. Do I have to spell it out for you? How many men have you...you know...done it with? When Delilah wakes up one morning in a bed that's not her own, she experiences the biggest regret of her life. Not only did she have drunken sex with her disgusting former boss Roger (who fired her the day before) but in doing so she hit her self-imposed 'number limit'; she's had sex with twenty men. The one spot she had left was supposed to be saved for the man she would marry. Refusing to give up on her number limit, she goes and tracks down all the men she's ever slept with. Somewhere amongst them must be The Man, only she didn't realise it at the time...She embarks on her stalker-like search amongst the twenty former lovers, which involves walking the dog (first having to buy a dog, of course), enrolling in a cookery course, joining a gym, visiting a jail (he gets out in a month - it was worth a shot) and even checking into rehab. And in the end, of course, Delilah comes to realise that numbers don't matter and that true love comes when you're open and ready for it
З.Ы. Как и по всем модным бестселлерам, по "20 times a lady" в следующем году уже вроде даже собрались снять фильм