Ever since legwarmers were cool, best friends Tara, Katherine, and Fintan have survived small-town ennui, big-city heartbreak, and endless giddy nights out on the town. But now that they've graduated to their slightly more serious thirties, only Fintan has what can honestly be called a "love life." With Tara struggling daily with her eternal diet-and her dreadful, penny-pinching boyfriend-and Katherine keeping her single existence as organized as her drawer full of matching bra and panty sets, it seems they'll never locate the exit door out of the "last chance saloon."But it's always when you are least ready for change that fate insists on one. And when catastrophe inevitably follows crisis, the lives of three best friends are sure to change in unexpected ways ... and not necessarily for the worse.You devoured the hilarious antics of Claire in Watermelon. You laughed 'til you cried in Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married. You took a vacation gone mad in Rachel's Holiday. You flew away with Margaret-good girl gone bad-in Angels. You got a peek inside the cutthroat world of women's fashion magazines in Sushi for Beginners.Now, raise your glass to Tara, Katherine, and Fintan in Last Chance Saloon.
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1 . Wonderfull Find !!!
Posted November 28, 2010 by Cynthia , Whittier, Ca.Great book, well worth the money! Could not wait to seat and read my book every night. Had me laughing out loud and Loved every character in the book. This book made my top 10 on my list. Hope you like it too.
May 30, 2003
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Excerpt from Last Chance Saloon by Marian Keyes
At the chrome-and-glass Camden restaurant the skinny hostess ran her purple nail down the book and muttered, "Casey, Casey, where've you got to Here we are, table twelve. You're the --"
"First to arrive " Katherine finished for her. She couldn't hide her disappointment because she'd forced herself, every fiber in her body resisting, to be five minutes late.
"Are you a Virgo " Purple Nails swore by astrology.
At Katherine's nod, she went on, "It's your destiny to be pathologically punctual. Go with it."
A waiter called Darius, with dreadlocks in a Hepburnesque topknot, pointed Katherine in the direction of her table, where she crossed her legs and shook her layered bob back off her face, hoping this made her look poised and unconcerned. Then she pretended to study the menu, wished she smoked, and swore blind that the next time she'd try to be ten minutes late.
Maybe, as Tara regularly suggested, she should start going to Anal-Retentives Anonymous.
Seconds later Tara arrived, uncharacteristically on time, clattering across the bleached beech floor, her wheat-colored hair flying. She wore an asymmetrical dress that glowed with newness, sang money, and -- unfortunately -- bulged slightly. Her shoes looked great, though. "Sorry I'm not late," she apologized. "I know you like to have the moral high ground, but the roads and the traffic conspired against me."
"It can't be helped," Katherine said gravely "Just don't make a habit of it. Happy birthday."
"What's happy about it " Tara asked ruefully. "How happy were you on your thirty-first birthday "
"I booked ten sessions of nonsurgical face-lifting," Katherine admitted. "But don't worry, you don't look a day over thirty. Well, maybe a day..."
Darius bounced across to take Katherine's drink order. But when he saw Tara a look of alarm flickered across his face. Not her again, he thought, stoically preparing for it to be a late one.
"Veen-ho " Tara asked Katherine. "Or the hard stuff "
"Gin and tonic."
"Make it two. Right." Tara rubbed her hands together with glee. "Where's my coloring book and crayons "
Tara and Katherine had been best friends since the age of four, and Tara had a healthy respect for tradition.
Katherine slid a colorful parcel across the table and Tara tore the paper off. "Aveda things!" she exclaimed, delighted.
"Aveda products are the thirty-something woman's coloring book and crayons," Katherine pointed out.
"Sometimes, though," Tara said pensively, "I kind of miss the coloring book and crayons."
"Don't worry," Katherine assured her. "My mother still buys them for you for every birthday."
Tara looked up in hope.
"In another dimension," Katherine said quickly
"You look fantastic." Tara lit a cigarette and wistfully checked out Katherine's claret Karen Millen trouser suit.
"So do you. I love your dress."
"My birthday present to myself. D'you know something " Tara's face darkened. "I hate shops that use those slanty forward mirrors so you think the dress makes you look slender and willowy. Like a poor fool I always reckon it's because of the great cut, so it's worth spending the debt of a small South American country on." She paused to take a monumental drag from her cigarette. "Next thing you know, you're at home with a mirror that isn't slanty forward and you look like a pig in a frock."