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The Ideal Friend

Classification
Age Range	Adult
Category	Fiction
ISBN-13	978-1877393372

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World	Eve White
Film	Eve White

Publishers
UK (C'wealth)	Hazard Press

The Ideal Friend

by Carol Sinclair (Carolyn Ching)

Nothing has turned out right for teenager Natasha since returning to New Zealand – especially not the men in her life. Turning her back on her mother Lydia in London, to live with her father, was supposed to be a cry for help, not no one is answering. her father has turned out to be a control freak, her boss a bully, her boyfriend a chauvinist pig. Only Taylor – an unemployed semi-literate bikie – offers her unconditional love and an escpe from Auckland's metropolitan meltdown, to a slower pace of life, in Kawhia.

But when Natasha meets Wakefield Rivers, a fascinating, mysterious, self-styled guru from the US, calling himself 'The Master Teacher', she is swept away by his sexual aura and persuasive charm, and quickly Taylor, and Kawhia, and her future in New Zealand seem impossibly dull compared to the life Wakefield could offer. Obstinately ignoring the advice of true friends, she chooses her own path and soon finds herself facing the consequences – which are not only challenging and frightening, but see her very life in danger.

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‘But he’ll be so furious. I mean it’s bad enough that I’m leaving – but with you! He’ll go mad.’ ‘Too fucking bad,’ said Taylor, with false bravado. Scott was very large and had a notorious temper. In the end, they had no trouble from Scott. They arrived back at the flat to find the living room curtains drawn, and Scott energetically involved with the girlfriend of another bikie friend, on the floor in front of the TV. Both were obviously working their way through the positions of the Karma Sutra, and had reached a very embarrassing state, with an old episode of The Brady Bunch bravely ignoring them, in the background. By the time Natasha had screamed and rushed from the room, and Taylor, pausing for a while to observe, with a certain shocked pleasure, that people really could do it like that, it was a foregone conclusion that the flatting arrangements were over.