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No estoy loca / I'm not crazy (Spanish Edition)
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Product Details
Author:
Minerva Piquero
Format:
Paperback
Pages:
208
Publisher:
PRH Grupo Editorial (September 22, 2026)
Imprint:
Grijalbo
Release Date:
September 22, 2026
Language:
Spanish
Audience:
General/trade
ISBN-13:
9788425372483
ISBN-10:
8425372488
Weight:
13oz
Dimensions:
6" x 9"
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RandomHouse-PRH_Book_Company_PRH_PRT_Onix_delta_active_D20260420T235304_155970472-20260420.xml
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RandomHouse
List Price:
$22.95
Country of Origin:
Spain
Pub Discount:
65
Case Pack:
24
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$17.67
Publisher Identifier:
P-RH
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A
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Yes
Overview
Bienvenida a la Tribu M.
El club secreto -aunque cada vez menos- de las súper mujeres.
¡Bienvenida a la menopausia!
Si alguien me hubiera dicho hace unos años que llegaría un momento en que me quitaría el jersey, me lo volvería a poner, me lo volvería a quitar, y así en bucle, como si estuviera ensayando para una coreografía absurda, le habría dicho que exageraba.
Si alguien me hubiera advertido que, después de vivir más de medio siglo en este cuerpo mío (con contrato fijo y todo), llegaría un momento en que no lo reconocería -porque un día se levanta cansado, otro con insomnio, otro con una talla más, luego le duele todo, o te pica la piel como si tuvieras pulgas, o lloras viendo anuncios de yogures (¡y de sexo ya ni hablamos!)- habría pensado que me estaba echando una maldición.
Porque yo me cuido. Me conozco. ¡Tengo un máster en mí!
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
Welcome to Tribe M.
The secret club—though not so secret anymore—of super women.
Welcome to menopause!
If someone had told me a few years ago that the day would come when I’d take off my sweater, put it back on… then take it off again—on repeat, like I was rehearsing some absurd choreography—I would have said they were exaggerating.
If someone had warned me that, after more than half a century living in this body of mine (with a permanent contract and everything), there would come a time when I wouldn’t recognize it—because one day it wakes up exhausted, another with insomnia, another a size bigger; because suddenly everything aches, or your skin itches like you’ve got fleas, or you find yourself crying over yogurt commercials (and sex… well, let’s not even go there)—I would have thought they were cursing me.
Because I take care of myself. I know myself. I’ve got a master’s degree in me!
And yet, here I am: learning to live with this new version of myself—with humor, honesty… and no instruction manual.
El club secreto -aunque cada vez menos- de las súper mujeres.
¡Bienvenida a la menopausia!
Si alguien me hubiera dicho hace unos años que llegaría un momento en que me quitaría el jersey, me lo volvería a poner, me lo volvería a quitar, y así en bucle, como si estuviera ensayando para una coreografía absurda, le habría dicho que exageraba.
Si alguien me hubiera advertido que, después de vivir más de medio siglo en este cuerpo mío (con contrato fijo y todo), llegaría un momento en que no lo reconocería -porque un día se levanta cansado, otro con insomnio, otro con una talla más, luego le duele todo, o te pica la piel como si tuvieras pulgas, o lloras viendo anuncios de yogures (¡y de sexo ya ni hablamos!)- habría pensado que me estaba echando una maldición.
Porque yo me cuido. Me conozco. ¡Tengo un máster en mí!
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
Welcome to Tribe M.
The secret club—though not so secret anymore—of super women.
Welcome to menopause!
If someone had told me a few years ago that the day would come when I’d take off my sweater, put it back on… then take it off again—on repeat, like I was rehearsing some absurd choreography—I would have said they were exaggerating.
If someone had warned me that, after more than half a century living in this body of mine (with a permanent contract and everything), there would come a time when I wouldn’t recognize it—because one day it wakes up exhausted, another with insomnia, another a size bigger; because suddenly everything aches, or your skin itches like you’ve got fleas, or you find yourself crying over yogurt commercials (and sex… well, let’s not even go there)—I would have thought they were cursing me.
Because I take care of myself. I know myself. I’ve got a master’s degree in me!
And yet, here I am: learning to live with this new version of myself—with humor, honesty… and no instruction manual.
