"Julia Andersson. Loving daughter. Devoted friend." What if that was all your gravestone read? That wouldn't be enough for Julia. She wanted people to know she actually did something. That she accomplished something. She wanted to be somebody. Or something. At least something else. Not like every damn woman in this town. They were all the same; grow up racist and with way too much attitude, marry their high-school sweetheart, have kids, go to bridge club every Thursday to bitch about the women not invited, get an alcohol problem, not give a shit about their husband's affairs. And that's just it. That wouldn't do it for Julia. And she was gonna do something about it. 》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《 Book 3 out of 3 in the 'Downtown Neighbourhood'-series

Samuel is married. Emilia is an idiot in love. Marco is still too young to understand the exact meaning of "Love". And Zoë is definitely, too. But where does that leave Natalia? She's too old to be innocent. Too old to not have the slightest idea of "Love", but yet, she feels like if she ever felt the indescribable feeling of love, she would never get to be free and young again. So what do you do when the person of your dreams shows up, but they don't even seem to notice you? 》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《 Book 2 out of 3 in the 'Downtown Neighbourhood'-series

"I don't like it here! I never had!" She yells the words that have been put away for years. "Why not?" Dakota asked in her ever so calm and threatening voice. "Why? Are you really that blind? Let me break it down for you," Debbie said and took a deep breath. "You're borderline racist. You're borderline stupid. And you're borderline drunk." Debbie stated firmly, first pointing at Dakota, then Danielle, then Denise. 》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《 Book 1 out of 3 in the 'Downtown Neighbourhood'-series