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Angel Rahimi ist ein Fangirl. Für sie gibt es eigentlich nur The Ark – eine Pop-Rock-Boyband, die seit ein paar Jahren die Musikwelt im Sturm erobert hat. Angel war von Anfang an dabei, ist der Band durch alle Social-Media-Kanäle gefolgt und hat dabei auf Twitter Juliet kennengelernt, ihre beste Freundin. Als The Ark endlich ein Konzert in London geben, treffen sich Juliet und Angel zum ersten Mal im richtigen Leben. Beide sind zu einem persönlichen Meet and Greet mit Jimmy, Rowan und Lister eingeladen. Aber dabei läuft einiges aus dem Ruder und Angel findet sich plötzlich in einem Toilettenraum wieder – zusammen mit Jimmy.

The first novel to appear in English by one of the most talked-about and critically acclaimed writers of new Mexican fiction. From a psychoanalyst's couch, the narrator looks back on her bizarre childhood - in which she was born with an abnormality in her eye into a family intent on fixing it. In a world without the time and space for innocence, the narrator intimately recalls her younger self - a fierce and discerning girl open to life's pleasures and keen to its ruthless cycle of tragedy.

What if the perfect life you envy was rotten to the core? Three brand-new friends. Three very different families. Way too many secrets. Gisela, Sally and Kate become close when they move into the same new housing estate. But behind their shiny front doors, each has something to hide. Three lives collide in this gripping story about friendship, motherhood and marriage and the façade of perfection people present to the world.

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER REESE’S BOOK CLUB PICK From a leading voice on racial justice, an eye-opening account of growing up Black, Christian, and female that exposes how white America’s love affair with “diversity” so often falls short of its ideals. “Austin Channing Brown...

I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys...they share one. They share me .