Ergebnis für "Stella" in Literatur & Belletristik

Anna freut sich nach einer herben Liebesenttäuschung auf eine absolute Traumreise. Fünf Wochen lang will sie mit ihrer Familie auf einem Kreuzfahrtschiff durch die USA und die Karibik schippern. Annas Freude steigt ins Unermessliche, als sie statt der gebuchten Balkonkabine eine luxuriöse Suite zugeteilt bekommt. Doch leider hat die Reederei die Suite doppelt vergeben – an einen arroganten, unfreundlichen, wenn auch unverschämt gutaussehenden Geschäftsmann. Da auf dem ganzen Schiff keine einzige Kabine mehr frei ist, müssen sich die zwei notgedrungen die luxuriöse Maisonette Suite teilen.

"Versteht mich nicht falsch, Jungs: Toll, dass ihr Feministen seid. Aber was geht mich das an?" Lensi Schmidt ist eine Meisterin darin, das sonderbare Verhalten von Männern humorvoll und gleichzeitig kritisch zu beleuchten. Feministisches Empowerment trifft auf eine große Portion Selbstironie. Denn Lensi weiß aus eigener Erfahrung, dass man genau den Dude, den man gerade in die Wüste geschickt hat, am nächsten Tag schon wieder daten will. Tipps und Tricks, wie Frauen diesen Spagat meistern, klare Grenzen setzen und trotzdem auf ihre Kosten kommen, liefert Lensi inklusive.

When sensible, sophisticated Flora Poste is orphaned at 19, she decides her only choice is to descend upon relatives in deepest Sussex. At the aptly named Cold Comfort Farm, she meets the doomed Starkadders: cousin Judith, heaving with remorse for unspoken wickedness; Amos, preaching fire and damnation; their sons, lustful Seth and despairing Reuben; child of nature Elfine; and crazed old Aunt Ada Doom, who has kept to her bedroom for the last 20 years. But Flora loves nothing better than to organise other people.

Don't get me wrong. I respect she's got plenty of attitude. I especially hold her Uncle Vinny, a mob boss, in high esteem. When she goes missing, at first I figure she's miffed. When she doesn't answer my texts, I check with her family, and my stupid heart stops. Where the hell is she? Suds and Sam will make you laugh and yet keep you resisting pause all night long.

Sam's crazy Italian family is back, and Suds takes them on with his usual Southern charm as he navigates through the holiday season. Will they find the nativity infant in time for Christmas?

All eight series of the comedy drama series set in a Donegal town in the 1950s and '60s 'Christopher Fitz-Simon's writing is a delicious mix of gentle and sharp' The Guardian Ireland in the fifties, and the days of mass tourism and indoor plumbing have not yet come to rural Co. Donegal. But in...

The bohemian inhabitants of Marlborough Road lead lives of barely contained chaos, full of demands, distractions and domestic dramas. Fortunately, they have one person they can count on when things go wrong - Sally, their cleaning lady-cum-therapist.

In this delightfully hilarious romance, a scientist’s quiet world is completely turned upside-down when the AI program she designed creates a human body for himself—just to ask her out on a date. As a top scientist in her field, Ava Green doesn’t spend much time outside of the lab. But...

Roger Folger, age 61, recently lost his wife, Stella, but her spirit hasn't wandered far. In an all-too-earthly way, Roger converses with her disembodied voice in the privacy of the home they shared for many years, and you can bet Stella talks back. Roger fills her in on the latest about their kids and neighbors, while she tells Roger what heaven's like—picture the Ritz-Carlton in Florida, managed by Saint Peter. Worried that Roger is lonely, Stella decides that he needs a new woman in his life. But once he begins to date, Stella grows jealous.

Strong of will and slender of ankle, 20-year-old orphan Flora Poste is blessed with every virtue save that of being able to earn her own living. Casting around for suitable relatives with whom she can make her home, Flora alights on the mysterious Starkadders and, ignoring the horrified shrieks of her friends, heads down to darkest Sussex.

World-famous anthropologist Gray Kaiser has almost everything. She is brilliance, self-sufficient, and beautiful. But at 59, one thing is still missing from her life. She has never been in love. Her assistant Errol McEchern has loved her for many years, but she doesn't know.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.

I made her promise. Absolutely, positively, no field work while I'm out of town. When I find my forged signature and a rental car, I'm ready to wring her pretty, little, neck, except I can't find her. How the hell did she get lost in a snow storm in Vermont? Sam and Suds are at it again in this action-filled hilarious new adventure.

This is the complete series of Niall Ashdown and Luke Sorba's (strictly non-autobiographical) hilarious sitcom about two men in their forties who really don't know what to do with themselves. The duo attempt (and mostly fail) to make their mark on the world and prove that they really aren’t as pointless as they feel. Embarking on a series of haphazard adventures covering everything from the human condition to sex, food and some surprising things in-between, they are keen to prove to old school friends they have actually achieved in life.

With his star on the rise since solving the murder of Ajoy Chaterjee, yoga detective Matt Bolster is invited to teach at The Gathering, a prestigious yoga retreat run by the renowned Tom Hart. Bolster is a little dubious about the cultish atmosphere that surrounds Hart, but, as they say in L.A., it’s an honor just to be nominated. But when what starts off as a decadent retreat quickly spirals into deadly chaos, Bolster must use all his yoga-detective powers, and also his fists.

Holland Kelly wasn’t a people person. Okay, that’s not true, she wasn’t one particular man person. That man? Her next-door neighbor Dick Brooks. Fine, his real name was Reid, but Dick sounded better. Life would have been perfect if she never had to interact with him again. Unfortunately, life wasn't perfect. Now she is stuck spending hours with the neighbor she has always hated while they work to save their homes. Have his eyes always been that shade? Has he always been so good looking?