Jonathan Harvey Bücher

Besonders die von 1950 bis 1990 gebauten Heckmotor-Bullis von Volkswagen haben eingeschworene Fans. Dieser Prachtband richtet sich genau an diesen Kreis.

Er läuft. Und läuft. Und läuft. Und ging damit in die Geschichte ein: als meistgebautes Auto der Welt, als das am längsten gebaute Auto der Welt und als das vielleicht kultigste Auto der Welt.

Teenage boys Ste and Jamie are neighbours on a South London estate. Jamie is more knowledgeable about The Sound of Music than football, while classmate Ste never misses a sports day. Both are being bullied, Jamie at school and Ste at home by his violent father and brother. One night, when things get too much, Ste seeks refuge in Jamie's flat and, sharing a bed, the boys strike up a new relationship. Together they come to terms with their sexuality and explore their feelings alongside their Mama Cass loving, rebellious friend Leah and with the much-needed emotional support of Jamie's lioness mother, Sandra. Thirty years on from its initial publication, Jonathan Harvey's iconic, coming-out and coming-of-age story set in the nineties still resonates with ideas on community, friendship, rites of passage and what it is to be sixteen and in love. This edition is published to coincide with the revival at London's Stratford East theatre, in September, 2023.

An hilarious comedy set on a South London council estate. When a young schoolteacher accepts an invitation from one of his pupils to a birthday party, little does he suspect that both the girl's mother and her uncle will spend the evening desperately trying to get him into bed.

There are two things you should know about me: My name is Karen Carpenter. Just before Christmas my boyfriend left me. I'm not THE Karen Carpenter. I just have the most embarrassing name in Christendom. Particularly as I'm no skinny minny and don't play the drums. I can't even sing. I'm tone deaf. My Mum's driving me mad. She's come to stay and is obsessed with Scandi crime shows and Zumba. Oh yeah. The boyfriend. After eleven 'happy' years he left me. No explanation just a post it on the kettle when I got in from work. I think I'm handling it really well. I don't think I'm confused at all. What was my name again?

What happens when the girl next door becomes `that girl off the telly'

It's hard being that woman, the one whose husband disappeared. He went out five years ago for a pint of milk and never came back. So here I am with a daughter who blames me for everything, a son trying his best to pick up the pieces and a gaggle of neighbours who are incredibly nosy. Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking... What if he's not dead? What if he's still out there somewhere?

What happens in the past doesn't always stay in the past . . .