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Fresh Fiction for August Is Here

Cowboys, castles, and shiftersβ€”this month has it all.

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Hotter than a Tuscan summer.


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Some promises cost you the one you love.


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Only she can pull him back from the darkness.


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One golden retriever knows this is love.


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From Himalayan stargazing to the London Blitzβ€”one love endures.

At Wit's End by Erma Bombeck

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Also by Erma Bombeck:

Just Wait Till You Have Children Of Your Own, May 1999
Mass Market Paperback
Forever, Erma, August 1997
Paperback
The Grass Is Always Greener Over The Septic Tank, March 1995
Paperback
Family - The Ties That Bind...And Gag!, November 1988
Mass Market Paperback
At Wit's End, May 1986
Mass Market Paperback
Aunt Erma's Cope Book, August 1985
Mass Market Paperback
If Life Is A Bowl Of Cherries, What Am I Doing In The Pits?, March 1985
Mass Market Paperback

AT WIT'S END
By: Erma Bombeck

Fawcett
May 1986
On Sale: May 12, 1986
224 pages
ISBN: 0449211843
EAN: 9780449211847
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Humor

"America's irrepressible doyenne of domestic satire."THE BOSTON GLOBEMadcap, bittersweet humor in classic Erma Bombeck-style. You'll laugh until it hurts and love it! "Any mother with half a skull knows that when Daddy's little boy becomes Mommy's little boy, the kid is so wet, he's treading water. What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume? Those rotten kids. If only they'd let me wake up in my own way. Why do they have to line up along my bed and stare at me like Moby Dick just washed up onto a beach somewhere?"

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