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A book-loving daydreamer, Amanda is testing the patience of her family and friends by constant reverie and solo giggling. Fortunately, Amanda's best half is a reasonable man who can deal with her and their incredible cat which is suffering from a severe ninja complex.
Besides that awkward detail, Amanda occasionally sings in shopping malls, especially on the dairy product aisle, talks to the kitchen appliances if they refuse to collaborate, takes long walks on the beach and often gets lost, because of which she avoids doing the same thing in a forest, Amanda can't function before her morning coffee and she is the living proof that you CAN survive without eating broccoli.
Currently, she is preparing the second book to be published and claims that she is having a ball writing her third romantic comedy.
What inspired you to write your book?
An idea slipped into my mind and that was it. The story was practically writing itself. I like interesting characters and I love to put them in unusual situations.
Here is a short sample from the book:
"I'm sorry," Nina said quietly. "I know how much I have complicated your life."
"No, no, darling, do not manipulate me pouring the water of your mill of guilt." Barbara monished her impatiently. "We won't go there, trust me. Rather tell me what do you plan to do?"
"Ha, waiting for my retirement somehow, I guess." Nina's shoulders risen and fall down again, showing her apathy.
"Retirement?" Barbara asked skeptically. "OK, I can play this game. So, tell me, purely hypothetically. What will happen when you do get retired?" she crossed her arms over her chest giving her a cheeky look.
"I will dance," Nina replied shortly, grabbing a cookie. She nipped it turning her eyes at the silent TV.
Barbara asked her frowning: "You will dance? What the hell are you talking about? Who waits for the retirement to go dancing? What bloody plan is it?!"
"Good enough for me," she mumbled still nipping. "I will join some retirement club, go on trips with them and dance and I will never ever be alone again. There will be many of us and I will always have someone to talk to." She wiped her mouth with a hand and added: "Besides, this modern music is moronic anyway. I am too old for the retarded repeating rhythms which are supposed to amuse me. They are writing songs for idiots, incapable to understand more complex scores. My oldies will get me." she concluded bitterly.
"Oh, hell…" Barbara sighed. "Your oldies, really?" now she looked pretty angry.
This has gone too far. Nina was turning into her grandma! She has to do something. No, she really couldn't let her develop in that direction because in less than a month there will be sitting a younger version of Marie and Barbara will spend the rest of her life with her. Oh, God, she will turn into her mother! And waste her life shackled with the bitterness of another woman. This is how her mother finished in that position. One unfortunate event was the cause of the eternal agony which was spreading over the next generation. No, no, and hell no, this ends here and now.