Description : Corporate.pdf leaves you hanging on the edge of your toilet. Of course, those are my words, the words of the author, but what do others have to say about the book? "Yes, I liked the book Jeffrey, now clean the dishes," raved Sandra Horton, my mother. "I can't believe anybody in our family can write this good," is an honest to goodness quote from Grandma Wilma Horton. And Uncle Bob Bentz called the book "riveting, I couldn't wait to turn the page." Sure, my family loves me, but what about my friends? Big Mike Leonard was heard somewhere in Germany saying the book was "so descriptive you could smell the bird poop." Darron Vigliotti, not only a friend but a highly respected member of the Stratford High Book Review, deemed it "the culture-bearing work of the MTV generation." He even went as far as saying that I "crafted" the book. My former roommate, Kristen Vernet, said "It's about damn time," in an astounded tone. I think she's just glad she doesn't live with me anymore. And Erin Specht, a current coworker, read the first thirty pages but couldn't handle the pressure of coming up with a quote about it in two minutes. I can personally assure you that she hugely anticipates reading the rest of the book. Now you, you don't know me, but that's the point. Read the book and make up your own mind. If you enjoy laughing, crying, and taking dumps then you'll love it.
Description : Follows the course of a darkly comic modern relationship between the seemingly perfect Wally Yez and lingerie designer Imogene Gilfeather, who meet while waiting in line for apple pie and embark on an unbalanced love affair marked by their disparate priorities. By the award-nominated author of Him Her Him Again The End of Him.
Description : The anonymous note wasn't for me. I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked innocent, but decidedly – deliciously – it was not. Before replacing the note – and the ones that followed – in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, summonses, commands. Each was more daring, intricate and arousing than the last...and I followed them all to the letter. Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I'd have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there's something oddly freeing about doing someone's bidding...especially when it feels so very, very good. But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel – so it's time to switch up roles. We play by my rules now.