Futon Fever A Comedy of Mating-Game Errors

Anderson, Dawn

ISBN 10: 1872988911 / ISBN 13: 9781872988917

Published by Black Ace Books, United Kingdom, 1998

About this Item

A Very Good First edtion hardcover in a Very Good dustjacket. Book has bumped spine ends, slight tanning to the text-block edges and light foxing to the upper edge. The unclipped dustjacket is shelf-worn and lightly bumped to edges. Carefully packaged and posted within 48 hours from our wee bookshop in Scotland. ; 223 pages. Seller Inventory # 59929

Bibliographic Details

Title: Futon Fever A Comedy of Mating-Game Errors

Publisher: Black Ace Books, United Kingdom

Publication Date: 1998

Binding: Hardcover

Condition: Very Good

Dust Jacket Condition: Very Good

Edition: First Edition.

About this title

Synopsis:

Opening with a cancelled wedding, the partner who did the cancelling shows up on an old friend's doorstep. There follows a series of misunderstandings between the man, Will, who jilted his girlfriend for a life of debauchery, and his best friend, Eve.

From the Publisher:

A man, a woman and a mattress. It's not what you think.
A man, a woman and a mattress. It's not what you think.
WILL: ‘I took a good look at Suzie’s mother the week before the wedding. Eight chins and an arse that wobbled like a boil-in-the-bag curry. Some people would put up with anything for a bit of spice. But there’s a big difference between a biryani and a blancmange.’ EVE: ‘People think I’m a sconemaker, but I’m more of a spicy dip rustle-upper. Just because my skirts cover my backside and I wear sensible shoes doesn’t mean that I’m a complete cardigan.’

When Will jilts Suzie for a life of free and easy debauchery, he needs to lie low for a while. Enter his old friend Eve, with a no-strings-attached spare futon. But being single isn’t all lager, Lycra and lust. Not when there’s Eve, of the lacklustre love-life, and ticking biological clock, cramping his style...

A witty, gritty novel about love and friendship, mixed signals and missed opportunities, for anyone who's ever looked speculatively at their friends and thought, 'maybe...'