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Move over, 007: a stunning, sexy - and decidedly female - new player has entered the world of international espionage armed with her own pocket survival kit, her Rules for Living, her infamous overactive imagination, and a very special underwire bra. How could a girl not be drawn to the alluring, powerful Pierre Ferramo - he of the hooded eyes, impeccable taste, unimaginable wealth, exotic international homes, and dubious French accent? Could Ferramo really be a major terrorist bent on the Western world's destruction, hiding behind a smoke screen of fine wines, yachts, and actresses slash models? Or is it all just a product of Olivia Joules's overactive imagination?
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Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination, Helen Fielding
- Language
- Released
- 2003
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- Book condition
- Good
- Price
- €7.99
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- Language
- English
- Authors
- Helen Fielding
- Publisher
- Penguin
- Released
- 2003
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 344
- ISBN10
- 0330432923
- ISBN13
- 9780330432924
- Series
- Tags
- Fiction, Mystery & Thriller, Romance, Fantasy, Mystery Novels, Humor, Women, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Romance, USA, British Literature, Great Britain, Journalism, Comedies, Espionage, London, Spy Novels, Romantic Comedy, Terrorism, Journalists, Secret Services, Hollywood, Deception, illusion
- First published
- 2003
- Original title
- Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination
- Rating
- 3.15 out of 5
- Description
- Move over, 007: a stunning, sexy - and decidedly female - new player has entered the world of international espionage armed with her own pocket survival kit, her Rules for Living, her infamous overactive imagination, and a very special underwire bra. How could a girl not be drawn to the alluring, powerful Pierre Ferramo - he of the hooded eyes, impeccable taste, unimaginable wealth, exotic international homes, and dubious French accent? Could Ferramo really be a major terrorist bent on the Western world's destruction, hiding behind a smoke screen of fine wines, yachts, and actresses slash models? Or is it all just a product of Olivia Joules's overactive imagination?