Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now Crimping his hair, casting aside his socks and sporting fingerless gloves, he became Andy Kollins purveyor of awful poetry, disciple of moany music and wannabe political activist. What follows is a universal tale of trainee hedonism, girl trouble, wasted grants and begging letters to parents. Full description
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Review:
"A welcome visitor into any home that houses a Nick Hornby or a Tony Parsons" -- The Herald
"It's perceptive, moving and excruciatingly funny...A treasure" -- Sunday Times
For all its period trappings, the best thing about his rites-of-passage story is that it all seems so universal. -- Independent On Sunday, 30 May 2004
From the Publisher:
Amusing, nostalgia-soaked tale of one boy's coming of age in the decade of big hair and small grants
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