Jennifer Cox spent many years juggling two jobs, one as a BBC travel journalist and the other as Head of Public Relations for guidebook company Lonely Planet, before deciding enough was enough and traveling the world in search of love instead. She now happily juggles her old London life with her lovely new one in Seattle. A correspondent for BBC's Holiday, co-host of BBC1's Perfect Holiday, and a weekly commentator for Sky News, she has written for publications including The London Times, Marie Claire, Elle, Esquire and Cosmopolitan. This is her first book.
If Dumped was a kingdom, Alexandra Heminsley would be its queen. She's been dumped in a restaurant, dumped in a stairwell, dumped in a graveyard - the locations changed but the excruciating pain stayed the same. Now in this intimate and witty memoir she shares her experiences, taking us on a laugh-out-loud journey from her initial helpless dejection to the rebound fling and several other failed relationships that finally set her on the road to recovery. She shares the insights she gathered along the way, from what heartbreak really does to your hormones to what he really means when he says, 'It's not you, it's me', as well as what not to do with your hair when you've been dumped. And, of course, the best ways to utilise the healing power of songs - after all, no one wants to get stuck in the Mary J. Blige Contemplative Stage for too long but woe betide the girl who attempts the Eurythmics' 'Thorn in My Side' too soon. Above all, Alexandra reveals the important truth she learns: that being dumped should not be a source of shame but should be a badge of honour. Because unless you're ready to risk all, you'll never find love.
At the beginning of On My Knees, we find Periel chain-smoking her days away on a plastic-covered couch, watching reruns of Law & Order while she squats in her deceased grandmother’s apartment and adjusts to being alone for the first time in a decade. So begins a Dante-esque journey through the many rings of single-girl hell that includes crazy one-night stands; an unhealthy attachment to a dental hygienist; a run-in with Philip Roth; and, in the end, a trip to Israel and an encounter with a man who just might be the one.
Hysterical and heartfelt, On My Knees traces Periel’s riotous attempt to rebuild her life, her relationships, and her trademark confidence.
"Carroll's lively prose careens in constant pursuit of pleasure...indefatigably funny and full of life." –Lindsay Zoladz, The Ringer
“Darkly humorous and deadly serious.” –Sibbie O'Sullivan, Washington Post
“A compulsively interesting feminist memoir.” –Virginia Heffernan, Slate
"Somehow hilarious, in the way that only E. Jean could have written it" –Leigh Haber, Oprah Magazine
“Roving, curious, compassionate, whimsical.” –Megan Garber, The Atlantic
When E. Jean Carroll—possibly the liveliest woman in the world and author of the “Ask E. Jean” advice column in Elle Magazine, realized that her eight million readers and question-writers all seemed to have one thing in common—problems caused by men—she hit the road. Crisscrossing the country with her blue-haired poodle, Lewis Carroll, E. Jean stopped in every town named after a woman between Eden, Vermont and Tallulah, Louisiana to ask women the crucial question: What Do We Need Men For?
E. Jean gave her rollicking road trip a sly, stylish turn when she deepened the story, creating a list called “The Most Hideous Men of My Life,” and began to reflect on her own sometimes very dark history with the opposite sex. What advice would she have given to her past selves—as Miss Cheerleader USA and Miss Indiana University? Or as the fearless journalist, television host, and eventual advice columnist she became? E. Jean intertwines the stories of the fascinating people she meets on her road trip with her “horrible history with the male sex” (including mafia bosses, media titans, boyfriends, husbands, a serial killer, and a president), creating a decidedly dark yet hopeful, hilarious, and thrilling narrative. Her answer to the question What Do We Need Men For? will shock men and delight women.
Does a great weekend for you mean scrubbing all the grouting in your bathroom with a toothbrush? Do you fantasize about the handyman who in three days brought you more happiness than your useless ex-boyfriend did in three years? Do you write to-do lists that need paginating, and include items such as "re-mortgage house, get pregnant, climb Kilimanjaro"?
Welcome to Melissa Kite's life and her uproarious, no-holds-barred memoir, The Art of Not Having it All, about the adventures of not having it all as a single lady in your prime. For a long time, Melissa had no idea there was anyone else out there remotely like her. Nearly every other woman she knew seemed to be valiantly juggling work and family life. By contrast, Melissa felt as though, in the fluttering mass of yellow Post-it notes on her fridge there was one that read, "Don't forget to get married and have kids," which had got covered in shopping lists, dry-cleaner receipts and trash collection schedules.
If not having it all (the white picket fence, the kid, the job, the Mr. Right who helps you free your chubby angelfish who has wedged himself into a plastic log) means having just enough for you, then get ready to fall in love with your new best friend...