2247310How to Murder Your Lifehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/how-to-murder-your-life/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1873147/7fe57af1-1a4d-4f04-a5af-bda4d50910ba.jpg?v=638707858847800000284334MXNEbury PublishingInStock/Ebooks/2075670How to Murder Your Life284334https://www.gandhi.com.mx/how-to-murder-your-life/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1873147/7fe57af1-1a4d-4f04-a5af-bda4d50910ba.jpg?v=638707858847800000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20179781448177721_W3siaWQiOiJhNThlZDhlOS1hNDY3LTQwN2EtYTRlNC1jZTRiYjkzYzBkZGYiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjMzOCwiZGlzY291bnQiOjUxLCJzZWxsaW5nUHJpY2UiOjI4NywiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMTItMTNUMDk6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781448177721_I was twenty-six years old and an associate beauty editor at Lucky, one of the top fashion magazines in America. Thats all that most people knew about me. But beneath the surface, I was full of secrets: I was a drug addict, for one. A pillhead. I was also an alcoholic-in-training who guzzled warm Veuve Clicquot after work alone in my bosss office with the door closed; a conniving and manipulative uptown doctor-shopper; a salami-and-provolone-puking bulimic who spent a hundred dollars a day on binge foods when things got bad (and they got bad often); a weepy, wobbly, wildly hallucination-prone insomniac; a tweaky self-mutilator; a slutty and self-loathing downtown party girl; and perhaps most of all a lonely weirdo. But, you know, I had access to some really fantastic self-tanner.By the age of 15, Cat Marnell longed to work in the glamorous world of womens magazines - but was also addicted to the ADHD meds prescribed by her father. Within 10 years she was living it up in New York as a beauty editor at Condé Nast, with a talent for doctor-shopping that secured her a never-ending supply of prescribed amphetamines. Her life had become a twisted merry-go-round of parties and pills at night, while she struggled to hold down her high-profile job during the day.Witty, magnetic and penetrating - prompting comparisons to Bret Easton Ellis and Charles Bukowski - Cat Marnell reveals essential truths about her generation, brilliantly uncovering the many aspects of being an addict with pin-sharp humour and beguiling style.New Yorks enfant terrible...Her talent has resided in her uncanny ability to write about addiction from the untidy, unsafe, unhappy epicentre of the disease, rather than from some writerly remove. TelegraphI LOVE this book Catriona Innes, Cosmopolitan Magazine UKAn unputdownable, brilliantly written rollercoaster Shappi KhorsandiBrilliantly written and harrowing and funny and honest Louise France, The Times MagazineEasily one of the most anticipated memoirs of the year...Marnells got an inimitable style (and oh my god, so many have tried) and a level of talent so high, its impossible not to be rooting for her. NYLON...(*_*)9781448177721_I was twenty-six years old and an associate beauty editor at Lucky, one of the top fashion magazines in America. Thats all that most people knew about me. But beneath the surface, I was full of secrets: I was a drug addict, for one. A pillhead. I was also an alcoholic-in-training who guzzled warm Veuve Clicquot after work alone in my bosss office with the door closed; a conniving and manipulative uptown doctor-shopper; a salami-and-provolone-puking bulimic who spent a hundred dollars a day on binge foods when things got bad (and they got bad often); a weepy, wobbly, wildly hallucination-prone insomniac; a tweaky self-mutilator; a slutty and self-loathing downtown party girl; and perhaps most of all a lonely weirdo. But, you know, I had access to some really fantastic self-tanner.By the age of 15, Cat Marnell longed to work in the glamorous world of womens magazines - but was also addicted to the ADHD meds prescribed by her father. Within 10 years she was living it up in New York as a beauty editor at Condé Nast, with a talent for doctor-shopping that secured her a never-ending supply of prescribed amphetamines. Her life had become a twisted merry-go-round of parties and pills at night, while she struggled to hold down her high-profile job during the day.Witty, magnetic and penetrating - prompting comparisons to Bret Easton Ellis and Charles Bukowski - Cat Marnell reveals essential truths about her generation, brilliantly uncovering the many aspects of being an addict with pin-sharp humour and beguiling style.New Yorks enfant terrible...Her talent has resided in her uncanny ability to write about addiction from the untidy, unsafe, unhappy epicentre of the disease, rather than from some writerly remove. TelegraphI LOVE this book Catriona Innes, Cosmopolitan Magazine UKAn unputdownable, brilliantly written rollercoaster Shappi KhorsandiBrilliantly written and harrowing and funny and honest Louise France, The Times MagazineEasily one of the most anticipated memoirs of the year...[Marnells] got an inimitable style (and oh my god, so many have tried) and a level of talent so high, its impossible not to be rooting for her. NYLON...9781448177721_Ebury Publishinglibro_electonico_bb9fe36c-ec6f-3743-ac90-cee6fff9eed1_9781448177721;9781448177721_9781448177721Cat MarnellInglésMéxico2017-02-02T00:00:00+00:00Ebury Publishing