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'HOW
TO KILL YOUR HUSBAND (AND OTHER HANDY HOUSEHOLD HINTS)
by Kathy Lette
'HOW
TO KILL YOUR HUSBAND (AND OTHER HANDY HOUSEHOLD HINTS) is the
fast talking, heart-stoppingly paced and pun-tastic culmination
of all
that . . . Lette's writing is as taut as Angelina Jolies' inner
thigh and really funny . . . in her customary breezy fashion, Lette
crystallises
all the pitfalls facing the modern working couple: work tensions
and, more darkly, what becoems of two people who have lost all
respect for each other. But what makes Lette such a pro is that,
as well
as insight, she provides her reader with that rarest of things:
a good plot. Fundamentally, this is a well constructed, tightly
written
thriller . . . it's sold to the core. Like a good marriage, really'
Sarah Vine THE TIMES
All women want to kill their husbands some of the time "Where
there's a will, I intend to be in it," wives half-joke to
each other. Marriage, it would appear, is a fun-packed frivolous
hobby, only occasionally resulting in death.
But when Jazz Jardine is arrested for her husband's murder, the
joke falls flat. Life should begin at 40 - not with life imprisonment
for killing your spouse.
Jazz, stay-at-home mum and domestic goddess; Hannah, childless career woman;
and Cassie, demented working mother of two are three ordinary women. Their
record collections are classical, not criminal. Cassie and Hannah set out immediately
to prove their best friend's innocence, uncovering betrayal, adultery, plot
twists, thinner thighs and toy boys aplenty en route but will their friendship
survive these ever darker revelations?
Sexy, funny and wise, Kathy Lette's irresistible new novel is about women not
Having It All But Doing It All. It's about how today's mother is often a married
lone parent. It's about the fact that no woman has ever shot her husband while
he was vacuuming. This is Kathy Lette at her brilliant best, casting her trade
mark caustic eye on what goes on in the bedrooms and kitchens of ordinary married
couples. A novel which will strike a cord with married women everywhere and
ensure that, from now on, they all read the small print on their marriage licenses. |
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Dead
Sexy
by Kathy Lette
Why do men like intelligent women? Because opposites attract.
This is what Shelaine Green thinks when she meets Kit Kinkade. Raised by a
single mum, Shelly is convinced that if vibrators could 'kill spiders in the
bathtub, light the barbie, kiss our upper eyelids and tell us we don't look
fat in stretch lycra', then women wouldn't need men at all.
Okay, Kit's broken nose may give him the look of a streetwise Greek God -
the way Hercules would look if he played in a heavy metal rock band - but he
also believes a woman is little more than a life support system to an ovary.
They meet the day they are married.
A reality T.V. show runs a 'Desperate and Dateless' competition. A computer
has matched Kit and Shelly, predicting them to be the perfect pair... with
huge financial rewards if they can survive their honeymoon on a paradise island.
So, can Shelly and Kit fall in love at second sight? Or is a truce in the
sex war as likely as seeing Bin Laden on a pub crawl? And why is Kit so mysterious?
The Sphinx is less of a riddle than this man. What exactly is he hiding? Does
it have anything to do with the gun she's just found in her knicker drawer?
Not only does Shelly not have a licence to kill, she doesn't even have a learner's
permit.
Love may be blind, but marriage is a real eye opener...
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Nip
'N' Tuck
by Kathy Lette
Show me a woman who's happy about turning 40 and I'll show you the electro-convulsive
therapy scorch marks. Lizzie's surgeon husband, Hugo, falls for sabre-toothed
trouser-hound Britney Amore, an actress who keeps fit by doing step-aerobics
off her own ego. She is also silicone from tits to toenails. Must Lizzie
go under the knife herself to win back the man she loves? |
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The Llama Parlour
by Kathy Lette Kat's in Hollywood to meet a man who doesn't have love bites on his
mirror. Nothing special, as long as he has a nice bum, a PhD and wants a loving
relationship with bone-marrow-melting sex. Now, is that too much to ask of a billionaire?
For Kat, love is in the air...or is it only her car exhaust... |