Miarma town

Marisa has a plan: coffee and horoscopes, a marriage proposal, and a Polaroid for posterity. But when she shouts, "Honey, surprise!" what she finds isn't exactly a bouquet of flowers. And that’s just the beginning. Ignacio—an aspiring politician with more traumas than votes—tries to justify himself to his therapist, while David Naranjo—a writer with a university past and an uncertain future—receives an indecent proposal with... reproductive aims. In Miarma Town, no one is free from blame—or laughter. Can love be found in an insemination clinic? Is a taste for Bisbal hereditary? How many door locks does a woman need to survive in Madrid? And what do Blockbuster, dice, tai chi, and breasts lifted by miraculous herbs have to do with it all? A wildly funny novel—as Sevillian as it is universal—that blends satire, tenderness, and audacity. There are no heroes here. There are people. People who survive, who screw up, and who—with any luck, and sometimes—also love.