Ergebnis für "Love Quest" in Comedy & Humor

Die Oma tindert. Die Enkelin strickt. Was passiert, wenn zwei Generationen ihr Leben tauschen? Zwei Monate Sabbatical: Nach einer katastrophalen Präsentation im Job wird Leena eine Auszeit verordnet. Ausgerechnet Leena, die Tag und Nacht arbeitet, um ihre verstorbene Schwester nicht zu vermissen. Zuflucht findet sie bei ihrer Großmutter Eileen auf dem Land. Eileen wurde mit 79 gerade von ihrem Mann verlassen und wünscht sich eine neue Liebe, nur leider ist die Auswahl an interessanten Kandidaten in ihrem kleinen Dorf begrenzt.

The Indignities of Coach Class, the Torments of Low Thread Count, the Never-Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems David Rakoff’s collection of autobiographical essays, Fraud, established him as one of our funniest, most insightful writers. In Don’t Get Too...

It's 2017 and the world is ending. Or at least, that is what the scientists are saying. Climate change is here and Joelle, a 25-year-old Harvard grad, is working 70 hours a week on a television show that is getting canceled. What's worse? She's never found love, or even, dependable casual sex. Her job is toxic. Her college comedy magazine is toxic. The smog in Los Angeles is, well, toxic. Joelle is resigned to dying in an earthquake, but then, she meets a strange boy on a dating app -- and suddenly, she is questioning everything.

Olive's best friend is dying, and she has one final wish. With Olive's help, she wants to track down her first love, her 'Big Sexy Love' Chuck. But there's a problem: Chuck's in New York, and Olive has never left her hometown. Also, Chuck does not seem to want to be found. It's going to take bravery and a whole lot of Big Sexy Love to make this happen....

Meet Olive Persimmon. Growing up, she looked exactly like Danny DeVito, except she was thirteen and a girl. By some miracle, she grew into a relatively normal, well-adjusted thirty-something woman living in New York City—with one notable exception: she hasn’t had sex in five years, one month, three days, two-point-five hours . . . and counting.