I want to go to San Francisco; since at the moment it’s impossible in reality, I thought I’d go mentally. These two books (you really have to read both) are, if you want to be honest, soap operas, following the interweaving lives of the inhabitants of 28 Barbary Lane, as they all search for love (gay, straight, filial, platonic) and deal with the ups and downs of life. But even the downs are handled with a gentle touch, making these books light reads in the best possible way. They will comfort you when you are down and please you even when you’re up.
“Quite something” was the best she could manage. Connie’s apartment was a potpourri of Tiffany lamps and ankle-deep shag carpeting, needlepoint Snoopy pictures and “Hang in There, Baby” kitten posters, monkey pod salad sets and macrame plant hangers and – please, no, thought Mary Ann – a Pet Rock.
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