I Heart Paris. Lindsey Kelk
Читать онлайн.| Название | I Heart Paris |
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| Автор произведения | Lindsey Kelk |
| Жанр | Контркультура |
| Серия | I Heart Series |
| Издательство | Контркультура |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007368679 |
I Heart Paris
Lindsey Kelk
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2010
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EBook Edition © JUNE 2010 ISBN: 9780007368679
Version: 2020-05-05
For Mabel, Kara, Joel and Chloe – hope you’re
not too ashamed of me when you’re old enough
to read this
Contents
Dedication
Keep Reading In Case You Missed It
New York hadn’t even attempted to cool down in the three days that I’d been away. When my friend Erin had suggested we get away to her beach house for a long weekend, I almost threw myself out of her eighteenth-storey office window to get there quicker. But three days beside the seaside only made it harder to be back in the sticky city. I’d only walked two blocks to the subway and my heel had slipped into the melting, sludgy tarmac between the paving slabs three times already. Ick. It almost made me long for a wet summer Saturday in Wimbledon. Almost.
In this cloying heat, the only way I could cope was to wear as little clothing as possible whenever I had to be outside, and spend as much time worshipping at the altar of the air-conditioning unit as humanly possible. Today’s survival ensemble was pretty much nothing more than a really long pale pink vest from American Apparel and a bangle. The bangle was to show I had actually put some thought into getting dressed and hadn’t just wandered out in my underwear. Back in London, I would never, ever have left the house in something so skimpy, but it was just too hot to worry about bingo wings. When I left the house,