AT Wit's End Mass market - 1986
by Erma Bombeck
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- very good
- Paperback
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Details
- Title AT Wit's End
- Author Erma Bombeck
- Binding Mass Market
- Edition Reprint
- Condition Used - Very Good
- Pages 224
- Volumes 1
- Language ENG
- Publisher Random House Publishing Group, New York NY
- Date 1986
- Bookseller's Inventory # 394729322727
- ISBN 9780449211847 / 0449211843
- Weight 0.25 lbs (0.11 kg)
- Dimensions 7.08 x 4.36 x 0.61 in (17.98 x 11.07 x 1.55 cm)
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Themes
- Topical: Family
- Library of Congress Catalog Number 00000000
- Dewey Decimal Code 814.54
From the jacket flap
"America's irrepressible doyenne of domestic satire."
THE BOSTON GLOBE
Madcap, bittersweet humor in classic Erma Bombeck-style. You'll laugh until it hurts and love it! "Any mother with half a skull knows that when Daddy's little boy becomes Mommy's little boy, the kid is so wet, he's treading water. What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume? Those rotten kids. If only they'd let me wake up in my own way. Why do they have to line up along my bed and stare at me like Moby Dick just washed up onto a beach somewhere?"
THE BOSTON GLOBE
Madcap, bittersweet humor in classic Erma Bombeck-style. You'll laugh until it hurts and love it! "Any mother with half a skull knows that when Daddy's little boy becomes Mommy's little boy, the kid is so wet, he's treading water. What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume? Those rotten kids. If only they'd let me wake up in my own way. Why do they have to line up along my bed and stare at me like Moby Dick just washed up onto a beach somewhere?"