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Closer to the stars

На данной странице вы можете читать онлайн книгу "Closer to the stars" автора Елизавета Тюркмен. Общий объем текста составляет эквивалент 100 бумажных страниц. Произведение многоплановое и затрагивает разнообразные темы, однако его жанры наиболее вероятно можно определить как современные любовные романы, современная зарубежная литература. Книга была добавлена в библиотеку 22.03.2025, и с этой даты любой желающий может удобно читать ее без регистрации. Наша читалка адаптирована под разные размеры экранов, поэтому текст будет одинаково хорошо смотреться и на маленьком дисплее телефона, и на огромном телевизоре.

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Closer to the stars, is a heartwarming work of women's fiction set in Oldham, UK, with vibrant escapades across Spain and Turkey. The narrative intertwines the lives of two young women who navigate the challenges of love and destiny, enhanced by a touch of magical coincidence. The novel’s unique structure revolves around the characters’ weekly ritual of watching a TV show on Fridays, which plays a pivotal role in their journey.

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Prologue

Who am I? A superstar or just a page in someone else’s diary?

Once in a while I feel I can change the world with just one flap of my eyelashes, but most of the time I struggle to take myself out of bed.

I would like to blame it on planets in retrograde or a personal biorhythm failure but lately even the astrology seems to promise “permanent bliss” on the days I feel more like permanent sh*t. As if my life isn’t going the way it is supposed to, making me a stranger to myself.

Not that I am complaining though, cause I don’t see any big reasons to try and change things.

I have a flat, a boyfriend, a fluffy cat pillow and a blog which helps me to earn enough to survive, pay the bills and enjoy the stuff I want to enjoy without too many doubts and fears.

My blog is about traveling so I get to move around quite a lot and that is what keeps me focused and busy. I get to wear (really mostly just try on) trendy clothes for various photoshoots and have to keep myself in a presentable shape, so that thousands of girls would envy and “like and comment” our posts.

I say our because I have a wonderful work partner aka my best friend Lizzy, who is stunningly beautiful and exceptionally smart. The blog is our shared “baby” and I am happy about that cause without her rocket engine it would take me a year to make one picture with two hashtags and it would probably happen to be a view from my bedroom window or my own eye with some wicked filter on it.

My deep love relationship with coffee makes me always look like a writer who has been up all night creating masterpieces no matter how many hours I spend between the mattress and the blanket.

I could say I enjoy the stability my life brings me, but lately something really weird began to happen and I am not sure there is anything stable left on my plate.

Oh, and my name is Allison McKee if you have been wondering!


Season 1

Episode 7

Chloe meets Matthew and I spill my coffee

First of all I want to introduce Chloe – a super-silly girl with a super-large fortune which she inherited from a distant relative.

She is cute and fun in a way but mostly just careless and unlucky. In spite of having the big buck she always gets into all sorts of troubles and constantly needs to be saved by family members, friends or just passerbys.


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