K is for Kissing
Vicki of Reading At The Beach hosts A-Z Wednesday. Today's letter is K.
I'm going back to one I read in April 2008. The description is from Goodreads.com, because I don't remember the book well enough to summarize is on my own.
Kissing in Manhattan by David Schickler
David Schickler's debut seems at first to be a lot of fun: a gaggle of young Manhattanites with fancy jobs and fine educations chase each other around town, falling in love or not. In a series of linked stories, Schickler gives us a perverted heiress; a bumbling schoolteacher whose teenage student proposes marriage to him; a bad comic who finds his métier in off-off-Broadway theater. The writing is cool and a bit willfully naive: "Rally McWilliams was profoundly lonely," begins the title story. "She wanted to believe that she had a soul mate, a future spouse gestating somewhere in Nepal or the Australian Outback. But in Manhattan, where Rally lived, all she found were guys."
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