12 Cups of Coffee
Jamie has got it made. A great apartment, an excellent job flying all over the world selling something he would rather not talk about - accounting software. When he comes home to Seattle, the love of his life is waiting for him - a mint condition 1972 Faema one group espresso machine. Jamie loves coffee. Good coffee. Really good coffee. Oh, and he lives with a great girl named Ellen who loves him for exactly who he is. Except Jamie is rarely who he says he is.Jamie gives everyone in his life exactly what they want to see - Sensitive Boyfriend, Caring Son, Crazy Friend, Brilliant Salesguy - but only lets the real Jamie out over coffee with strangers...who he will never see again.The only trouble is as Jamie tries to make sense of his life, one espresso at a time, everyone else seems to be getting on with theirs.Funny and fearlessly self-reflective, the book perks along and makes readers thirsty for more.
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I really enjoyed the story and the way it was told. There is quite a bit of "flashback", but its very easy to follow and flows with the story. I have been a software developer for 30 years, and I've ... Read full review
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