The After Party
A Novel
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Narrateur(s):
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Dorothy Dillingham Blue
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Auteur(s):
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Anton DiSclafani
À propos de cet audio
"A vintage version of 'Gossip Girl' meets bigger hair." (The Skimm)
"DiSclafani’s story sparkles like the jumbo diamonds her characters wear to one-up each other. Historical fiction lovers will linger over every lush detail." (People)
From the best-selling author of The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls comes a story of lifelong female friendship - in all its intimate agony and joy - set within a world of wealth, beauty, and expectation.
Joan Fortier is the epitome of Texas glamour and the center of the 1950s Houston social scene. Tall, blonde, beautiful, and strong, she dominates the room and the gossip columns. Every man wants her; every woman wants to be her.
Devoted to Joan since childhood, Cece Buchanan is either her chaperone or her partner in crime, depending on whom you ask. But when Joan's radical behavior escalates the summer they are 25, Cece considers it her responsibility to bring her back to the fold, ultimately forcing one provocative choice to appear the only one there is.
A thrilling glimpse into the sphere of the rich and beautiful at a memorable moment in history, The After Party unfurls a story of friendship as obsessive, euphoric, consuming, and complicated as any romance.
©2016 Anton DiSclafani (P)2016 Penguin AudioCe que les critiques en disent
Dramatic... Left me holding my breath.” (The New York Times Book Review)
"A tale of lavish balls, garden clubs, and enduring female friendship.” (O, The Oprah Magazine)
“Two women take on the Texas social scene in the 1950s and all its attendant glamor and scandals. You’ll just have to imagine the accents for yourself.” (Boston Magazine)