A man wakes up inside a coffin with no knowledge of how he got there or who he is. After freeing himself, he finds a note in his pants directing him to “Avoid the sunlight! Don’t touch anybody!” Afraid, hurt, and alone, he starts a journey to discover the truth about himself. But some things are better left unknown. . . .
In a quiet California suburb during the Cuban missile crisis, a woman is locked in a bomb shelter by her husband and forced to confront her past and current situation. . . .
1963, and panic about the spread of heroin addiction in London. While scandals like the Profumo and Challenor cases are exposing the dark underbelly of post-war Britain, a teenage heroin and cocaine addict undergoes a cold turkey. His escape from custody triggers a chain of events which ends in murder and mayhem. . . .
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Normally, I hate “chicklit” and “chick flicks”, anything with “chick” as a prefix. I’m not a fluffy baby poultry, and from what I have usually experienced in the “chick” genre usually involves solving all of life’s problems and useless partners with drinking cosmos and shopping with your BFFs, and you like, totally reach Girlvana! This may seem like hyperbole on [more . . .]