By John O'Hara
'On this Sunday morning in could, this woman who was once later to be the reason for a sensation in manhattan woke up a lot too early for her evening before'... this actual morning Gloria unearths herself by myself in a stranger's condo with not anything yet a torn night costume and her stockings and panties. while she takes a fur coat from the dresser to put on domestic, she units in teach a sequence of occasions that would bring about tragedy.
A bestseller on its first booklet, BUtterfield eight is the glittering tale of a Nineteen Thirties glamour woman whose ill-starred entanglement with a good married guy is decided opposed to a backdrop of long island bars and bedrooms.
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BUtterfield 8 by John O'Hara