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Publisher's presentation : A woman recalls with painstaking cynicism the week that turned her life around fifty years earlier. In 1964, at the age of twenty-four, she lives with her alcoholic father in a dilapidated house near Boston and works as a receptionist in a prison for juvenile offenders. She endures this grim existence with a mixture of helplessness, anger and hatred - mostly for herself. The arrival of a fascinating young woman, fresh out of Harvard, to work with the inmates, is the catalyst. |
To not die of boredom |
Winter |
To my friends |
Easy to read |
Contemporary |
Less than 10$ |
A few hours |