About a boy

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From the acclaimed author of High Fidelity comes a heartbreaking, funny, compulsive new növel about sex, manliness . . . and fafherhood. Will is thirty-six and doesn't really want children. Why does it bother people that he lives so happily alone in a fashionable, Lego-free fiat, with massive speakers and a mammoth record collection, hardwood floors, and an expensive cream-colored rug that no kid has ever thrown up on? Then Will meets Angié. He's never been out with anyone who was a mom. And it has to be said that Angie's long blond hair and big blue eyes are not irrelevant to Will's reassessment of his attitűdé toward children. She is truly beautiful. And truly beautiful women did not, traditionally, go out with him. Then it dawns on Will that maybe Angié goes out with him because of the children. That maybe children democratize beautiful, single women. That single mothers-bright, attractive, avai lable women-were all over London . . . Marcus is twelve and he knows he's weird. Not... Tovább

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From the acclaimed author of High Fidelity comes a heartbreaking, funny, compulsive new növel about sex, manliness . . . and fafherhood. Will is thirty-six and doesn't really want children. Why does it bother people that he lives so happily alone in a fashionable, Lego-free fiat, with massive speakers and a mammoth record collection, hardwood floors, and an expensive cream-colored rug that no kid has ever thrown up on? Then Will meets Angié. He's never been out with anyone who was a mom. And it has to be said that Angie's long blond hair and big blue eyes are not irrelevant to Will's reassessment of his attitűdé toward children. She is truly beautiful. And truly beautiful women did not, traditionally, go out with him. Then it dawns on Will that maybe Angié goes out with him because of the children. That maybe children democratize beautiful, single women. That single mothers-bright, attractive, avai lable women-were all over London . . . Marcus is twelve and he knows he's weird. Not much to laugh at, unless you're the kind of person on permanent lookout for something to laugh at, which most kids were. It was all his mother's fault, Marcus figured. She was the one who made him listen to Joni Mitchell instead of Nirvana, and read books instead of play on his Then Marcus meets Will. Will belongs to his mother's SPAT group (Single Parents, Alone Together), and Will is cool. Marcus needs someone who knows what kind of sneakers he should (Continued on back flap) Vissza