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All orders are dispatched as swiftly as possible! Buy with confidence! Greener Books., Headline Book Publishing, 10/04/2004, 2.5, Christian Focus, 03/20/2014. Paperback. Used; Good. Includes Notes and/or Highlights **WE SHIP WITHIN 24 HRS FROM LONDON, UK, 98% OF OUR ORDERS ARE RECEIVED WITHIN 7-10 DAYS. We believe you will be completely satisfied with our quick and reliable service. All orders are dispatched as swiftly as possible! Buy with confidence! Greener Books., Christian Focus, 03/20/2014, 2.5, Scholastic. Good. 188mm / 175mm. Paperback. 2002. 10 pages. With wheels attached<br>The Big Red Dog is ready to rol l! Kids will love this new die-cut, shaped Clifford board book, featuring eight plastic wheels that make it stand upright and rol l. Clifford sees a yellow truck driving down the road. Go, truck , go! Join Clifford The Big Red Dog as he sees a yellow truck, a silver train, a gray plane, and a blue motorcyle whizzing by. Ki ds will be introduced to some popular vehicles--as well as their colors. When snapped closed, this shaped, die-cut book rolls on eight plastic wheels. It's sure to be a hit with young children! ., Scholastic, 2002, 2.5, Ballantine Books. Good. 5.15 x 0.78 x 8 inches. Paperback. 2017. 384 pages. Cover worn.<br>NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER ? The bestsel ling author of How Stella Got Her Groove Back and Waiting To Exha le is back with the inspiring story of a woman who shakes things up in her life to find greater meaning NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOO KS OF THE YEAR BY LIBRARY JOURNAL In I Almost Forgot About You, Dr. Georgia Young's wonderful life--great friends, family, and su ccessful career--aren't enough to keep her from feeling stuck and restless. When she decides to make some major changes in her lif e, including quitting her job as an optometrist and moving house, she finds herself on a wild journey that may or may not include a second chance at love. Georgia's bravery reminds us that it's n ever too late to become the person you want to be, and that takin g chances, with your life and your heart, are always worthwhile. Big-hearted, genuine, and universal, I Almost Forgot About You shows what can happen when you face your fears, take a chance, an d open yourself up to life, love, and the possibility of a new di rection.It's everything you've always loved about Terry McMillan. Praise for I Almost Forgot About You McMillan paints relations hips in joyous primary colors; her novel brims with sexy repartee , caustic humor, and a fluent, assured prose that shines a bright light on her memorable characters. Her very best since Waiting t o Exhale.--O: The Oprah Magazine The novel is immensely companio nable, and Georgia is as alive, complex, inquiring, motivated and sexy as any twenty-five-year-old. Maybe more so.--The New York T imes Book Review Self-discovery, second chances and the importa nce of family are thematic hallmarks of McMillan's novels. . . . I Almost Forgot About You checks all the boxes.--Washington Post McMillan is funny and frank about men, women and sex. Her summa ries of Georgia's marriages and major love connections . . . are powerful and poetic.--USA Today Reading a Terry McMillan book f eels like catching up with an old friend. . . . I Almost Forgot A bout You is a book that is important for readers of every age.--E bony Editorial Reviews Review McMillan is a gifted storyteller. .. The cast of characters enriches the narrative, bringing nuance and clarity to scenes and moving the plot along.... Georgia's st ory reminds readers who have clocked a lot of living that it's ne ver too late to reconnect and reflect on the past as they craft t he future they want.--Fort Worth Star Telegram The ripple effect s from Terry McMillan's breakthrough in contemporary African-Amer ican fiction still influence our daily lives... [I Almost Forgot About You is] much in the same vein of McMillan's other novels th at track Black women's journeys through self-discovery.--BLAC Det roit McMillan is a master at her craft. Without a doubt, this bo ok will be a hit with anyone who feels stuck in life and is ready to make a move. McMillan has done it again. Get this book and re ad about Georgia's journey. This is another book that should be o n everyone's reading list.--The Baton Rouge Advocate In I Almost Forgot About You, McMillan gives us a story about the possibilit y of change at any age couched in her customary vivacious prose a nd lush portrayals of character and relationships. Watching 50-so mething Georgia slowly reinvent herself and find lasting love alo ng the way is a joy to behold. Here is a deeply felt, deeply cour ageous novel about the courage to face yourself and your past to discover--and create--the future you want for yourself.--The Root The reader finds herself torn between gritting her teeth at how right McMillan gets the relationships between best friends, ex-s pouses, ex-lovers, parents and children and putting the book down to laugh out loud. Run, don't walk and pick up this exuberant su mmer read.--BookPage Nobody does female reinvention better than McMillan... another winner for McMillan's groaning bookshelf of h its.--AARP magazine McMillan has written an engaging novel with an appealing cast of women... This near-perfect choice for women' s book club discussions will prompt arguments of what makes a guy too good to be true. Stock up with multiple copies. -Library Jou rnal (starred review) Terry McMillan's novels have always been a bout telling the uncensored truth about friends, family, lovers, and oneself. Through addictively revealing conversations - includ ing an instructive one about the sexual prowess of men who made t he A list - McMillan's narrator is the ideal running commentator on what smart women do to reach the pinnacle of success and what they must do to get the hell out before it's too late. It's a sto ry about both reinvention and acceptance, told in McMillan's quin tessential voice, now even more expansive, prismatically percepti ve, and laugh-aloud generous in how we talk about love and all it s wonders.--Amy Tan, New York Times bestselling author of The Joy Luck Club and The Valley of Amazement One of my favorite autho rs since I read Waiting to Exhale in college, Terry McMillan has done it again with this one. Overflowing with her trademark heart and humor, I Almost Forgot About You will inspire you to live a little bigger. I wish Georgia weren't fictional--I would find her and befriend her. --Emily Giffin, #1 New York Times bestselling author of First Comes Love and Something Borrowed The warmth and wisdom we have come to expect from Terry McMillan are on full di splay and you won't be able to walk away from Georgia and her exu berant life. This is that thrilling kind of novel that reminds us how sometimes, fairy tales happen when we least expect them, if only we open ourselves to possibility.--Roxane Gay, New York Time s bestselling author of Bad Feminist and An Untamed State About the Author Terry McMillan is the #1 New York Times bestselling au thor of Waiting to Exhale, How Stella Got Her Groove Back, A Day Late and a Dollar Short, andThe Interruption of Everything and th e editor of Breaking Ice: An Anthology of Contemporary African-Am erican Fiction. Each of Ms. McMillan's seven previous novels was a New York Times bestseller, and four have been made into movies: Waiting to Exhale (Twentieth Century Fox, 1995); How Stella Got Her Groove Back (Twentieth Century Fox, 1998); Disappearing Acts (HBO Pictures, 1999); and A Day Late and a Dollar Short (Lifetime , 2014). She lives in California. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permis sion. All rights reserved. Running Out of Time? It's another exc iting Friday night, and I'm curled up in bed--alone, of course--p ropped up by a sea of pillows, still in my lab coat, the sash so taut it's suffocating the purple silk dress beneath it, but I don 't care. After a grueling day of back-to-back patients, I'm a few minutes away from being comatose, but I'm also hungry, which is why I'm channel-surfing and waiting for my pizza to get here. I s top when I come to my favorite standby: Law & Order: Criminal Int ent, even though I've seen almost all of them--including the reru ns. These days I usually just watch the first five or ten minutes , long enough to see Detective Goren stride onto the crime scene in his long trench coat, tilt his head to the side while he puts on those rubber gloves, rub the new growth on that beautiful squa re chin, and bend down to study the victim. It's at this moment, before he utters a word, when I usually pucker up, blow him a kis s, and then change the channel. I've lusted over Detective Goren and yearned to be held against shoulders like his long before my second marriage bottomed out. Truth be told, over the years I've fallen in love every Wednesday with Gary Dourdan's lips as CSI W arrick Brown, and even though I was no Trekkie, Avery Brooks's de ep baritone and sneaky smile made me say Yes aloud to the TV. I a lso let myself be seduced for hours in dark theaters, hypnotized by Benicio del Toro's dreamy eyes, even though he was a criminal. By Denzel's swagger when he was a slick gangster. Brad Pitt as a sexy young thief. Ken Watanabe as the most sensual samurai I wan ted to ride on a horse with, and I wanted to be a black geisha an d torture him until I finally let him have all of me. I hate to admit it, but if I had the energy, I'd kill to have sex with the first one who walked into my bedroom tonight. I'd let him do anyt hing he wanted to do to me. It's been centuries since I've had se x with a real man, and I'm not even sure I'd remember what to do first should I ever get so lucky again. In fact, I think I'd be t oo uncomfortable, not to mention scared of getting all touchy-fee ly, and don't even get me started on him seeing me naked. Hell, t his is why I sleep with the remote. When I hear the doorbell, I glance over at the broken blue clouds inside the clock on the nig ht table. I've been waiting forty minutes for this pizza, which m eans they're going to owe me a free one! I roll off the bed on my side, even though the other side has been empty for years. I wal k over to the door and yell, Be right there! Then I grab my walle t out of my purse and beeline it to the front door, because I'm s tarving. That is so not true. I'm just a little hungry. I'm tryin g to stop lying to myself about little things. I'm still working on the big ones. I open the door, and standing there sweating is a young black kid who can't be more than eighteen. His head look s like a small globe of shiny black twists that I know are baby d readlocks. His cheeks are full of brand-new zits. His name tag sa ys free. I'm so sorry for the delay, ma'am. There was a accident at the bottom of the hill, and I couldn't get up here, so this o ne's on the house. He looks so sad, and I'm wondering if the pri ce of this pizza is going to be deducted from his little paycheck , but I dare not ask. I don't mind paying for it, I say. It wasn 't your fault there was an accident. I take the pizza from him an d set it on the metal stairwell. That's real thoughtful of you, but I'm just glad this is my last delivery for the night, he says , leaning to one side as if he's pretending not to look behind me , but of course he is. This a real nice crib you got here. I ain' t never seen no yellow floors before. It's downright wicked. Tha nks, I say, and hand him a twenty. He looks as if he's in shock. Like I said, ma'am, this pizza is on the house, and I also got s ome drink coupons you can have, too, he says, pulling them out of the pocket of his red shirt. It's a tip, I say. Is your real na me Free? Yes, ma'am. How do you feel about it? I dig it. I get asked all the time about it. So how old are you, Free? I'm eig hteen. He's still staring at the twenty but then quickly shoves i t inside the back pocket of his jeans in case I come to my senses and change my mind. Are you in college? I'm hoping he says yes and that he's taking English so one day soon he'll stop saying ai n't. Almost. That's why I'm working. You really giving me this w hole twenty? I nod. Do you know what you want to major in? Mech anical engineering, he says with certainty. That's great. Your husband rich? What makes you think I'd have to have a husband to be rich? Everybody that live up in these hills is. Even them tw o dykes that live next door. And they married. Those dykes aren' t just my neighbors, they're also my friends, and they're lesbian s. A'right. My bad, he says, flinging his arms up like Don't sho ot. I didn't mean no harm. I know. Anyway, I'm divorced. And I'm not rich. But I also don't struggle. You cleaned him out, then, huh? No. Then he gives me the once-over. You some kind of doct or? I look down at my lab coat. Yes. I'm an optometrist. Which one is that? I help people see clearly, I say, so as not to comp licate it. Who helps you? he asks with a smile, which throws me off completely. What a loaded question to ask a woman old enough to be his grandmother. Just fooling with you, Dr. Young. No disre spect intended. None taken, Free. Who helps me see? See what? Cool. Well, look, I gotta dash and get this car back to my cousin , but major thanks for the mega-tip, and I have to say it's nice somebody black gave it to me. Most of the white folks up here ain 't big on tipping, except for them lesbians. What he just said w as a little on the racist and sexist side, but I know he meant we ll. He runs down the sidewalk and jumps into that raggedy car of his, removes the pizza sign displayed on top, and disappears down the hill. I lean against the doorframe watching him go. I really should've praised him for working to pay for college, and if he hadn't been in such a hurry, I would have loved to tell him that he might find his calling in college and he might not. But I'd al so tell him to search until he did. Otherwise he could end up doi ng something he just happened to be good at, something respectabl e that might guarantee him a nice income, but one day, when he's older, like, say, fifty-three soon to be fifty-four, when his kid s have grown up and he's twice divorced and bored with his profes sion and his life and the thought of trying to change it all--or even where he lives--scares the hell out of him because it feels like it's too late, I'd tell him to please figure out a way to do it anyway, since I'm an excellent example of what can happen whe n you don't. I turn off the porch light, close the door, and I c an't believe all of this is flooding in. I walk across these cool yellow concrete floors and sit on these cool metal stairs and lo ok out at the light jutting up through those soft navy blue waves in the cool black-bottomed pool, and I look up a flight where bo th of my daughters used to sleep, and I look down to where the li brary and the guest room are, and I sit here and eat this entire cheese-and-tomato pizza. I am full of regret. Monday mornings a re the worst, which is why I left a little early. The freeway is still slow going. But I'm used to it. I crack my window, although it can't be more than fifty degrees. The dampness coming from th e bay can't eclipse the clarity of this morning as thousands of u s slowly descend around a curve, and there waiting for us like a giant postcard is the Bay Bridge and right behind it the San Fran cisco skyline. This is a beautiful place to live. But then, as t ypically happens at least once a week, the traffic suddenly comes to a scr, Ballantine Books, 2017, 2.5, Pan Macmillan. Good. 4.37 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1993. 304 pages. Cover worn<br>Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left t he perils behind him when he retired from the jump game. These da ys he was happy to transport horses from their stables to the rac es. Until one of his drivers picked up an unlicensed passenger. A nd brought him back dead. The corpse on the doorstep was Freddie' s unwelcome introduction to the shadowy, big-money conspiracy whi ch muscled into his business and started to threaten his life. Bu t Freddie was a fighter, and winning was in his blood ...First id entify the dangers. Then beat them out of sight ...'A thundering good read' Daily Mail 'I enjoyed this book hugely' Julie Burchill , Sunday Times 'Galloping heroics ...the old master still engages all your interest' Mail on Sunday Editorial Reviews About the Author Dick Francis has written forty-one international bestselle rs and is widely acclaimed as one of the world's finest thriller writers. His awards include the Crime Writer's Association's Cart ier Diamond Dagger for his outstanding contribution to the crime genre, and an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Tufts Uni versity of Boston. In 1996 Dick Francis was made a Mystery Writer s of America Grand Master for a lifetime's achievement and in 200 0 he recieved a CBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours list. ., Pan Macmillan, 1993, 2.5<

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Pan MacMillan. Good. 4.37 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1993. 304 pages. Cover worn. <br>Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left the perils behind him when he retired from th… Plus…

Pan MacMillan. Good. 4.37 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1993. 304 pages. Cover worn. <br>Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left the perils behind him when he retired from the jump game. These days he was happy to transport horses from their stables to the r aces. Until one of his drivers picked up an unlicensed passenger. And brought him back dead. The corpse on the doorstep was Freddi e's unwelcome introduction to the shadowy, big-money conspiracy w hich muscled into his business and started to threaten his life. But Freddie was a fighter, and winning was in his blood ...First identify the dangers. Then beat them out of sight ...'A thunderin g good read' Daily Mail 'I enjoyed this book hugely' Julie Burchi ll, Sunday Times 'Galloping heroics ...the old master still engag es all your interest' Mail on Sunday Editorial Reviews About th e Author Dick Francis has written forty-one international bestsel lers and is widely acclaimed as one of the world's finest thrille r writers. His awards include the Crime Writer's Association's Ca rtier Diamond Dagger for his outstanding contribution to the crim e genre, and an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Tufts U niversity of Boston. In 1996 Dick Francis was made a Mystery Writ ers of America Grand Master for a lifetime's achievement and in 2 000 he recieved a CBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours list. ., Pan MacMillan, 1993, 2.5<

1996, ISBN: 9780330329514

Pan Macmillan. Good. 4.37 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1993. 304 pages. Cover worn<br>Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left t he perils behind him when he retired from the … Plus…

Pan Macmillan. Good. 4.37 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1993. 304 pages. Cover worn<br>Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left t he perils behind him when he retired from the jump game. These da ys he was happy to transport horses from their stables to the rac es. Until one of his drivers picked up an unlicensed passenger. A nd brought him back dead. The corpse on the doorstep was Freddie' s unwelcome introduction to the shadowy, big-money conspiracy whi ch muscled into his business and started to threaten his life. Bu t Freddie was a fighter, and winning was in his blood ...First id entify the dangers. Then beat them out of sight ...'A thundering good read' Daily Mail 'I enjoyed this book hugely' Julie Burchill , Sunday Times 'Galloping heroics ...the old master still engages all your interest' Mail on Sunday Editorial Reviews About the Author Dick Francis has written forty-one international bestselle rs and is widely acclaimed as one of the world's finest thriller writers. His awards include the Crime Writer's Association's Cart ier Diamond Dagger for his outstanding contribution to the crime genre, and an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Tufts Uni versity of Boston. In 1996 Dick Francis was made a Mystery Writer s of America Grand Master for a lifetime's achievement and in 200 0 he recieved a CBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours list. ., Pan Macmillan, 1993, 2.5<

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[EAN: 9780330329514], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [SC: 4.09], [PU: Pan Macmillan, United Kingdom, London], DICK FRANCIS DRIVING FORCE, Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left the perils… Plus…

[EAN: 9780330329514], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [SC: 4.09], [PU: Pan Macmillan, United Kingdom, London], DICK FRANCIS DRIVING FORCE, Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left the perils behind him when he retired from the jump game. These days he was happy to transport horses from their stables to the races. Until one of his drivers picked up an unlicensed passenger. And brought him back dead. The corpse on the doorstep was Freddie's unwelcome introduction to the shadowy, big-money conspiracy which muscled into his business and started to threaten his life. But Freddie was a fighter, and winning was in his blood . . . First identify the dangers. Then beat them out of sight . . . 'A thundering good read' Daily Mail 'I enjoyed this book hugely' Julie Burchill, Sunday Times 'Galloping heroics . . . the old master still engages all your interest' Mail on Sunday. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged., Books<

1993, ISBN: 9780330329514

London: Pan Books. Very Good. 1993. Reprint; Fourth Printing. Paperback. Mass Market PB . Some reading and cover creases, light edge and shelf wear, slight foxing to endpapers and edges … Plus…

London: Pan Books. Very Good. 1993. Reprint; Fourth Printing. Paperback. Mass Market PB . Some reading and cover creases, light edge and shelf wear, slight foxing to endpapers and edges of reading block. ; Fourth printing of Pan mass market edition. Nice tight copy, no names inside. Cover artwork by Adrian Chesterman. ; 304 pages; Jockey Freddie Croft thought he'd left perils behind when he quit the jump game and started transporting horses to the racetracks instead. Until one of his drivers picked up an unlicensed passenger and brought him back dead. ., Pan Books, 1993, 3<