Cold Turkey: How Much Chaos, Crowds, and Colorful Adventure Can One Woman Take?

Amanda Morris is in over her head.I don’t want to give you the wrong impression within five minutes of meeting, but I feel like I should probably be up front and tell you that, barring divine intervention, the 80-ish-year-old woman currently patting my butt is the only patting of my butt that you’ll be forced to bear witness to for the duration of this, my tale of casting off the known and running into the wild. Oh wait, that title’s already taken.Regardless, this is not going to be a grand operatic tale where you cheer from the sidelines as I walk through a giant life crisis that causes me to pack up my things and hike across Turkey whilst entertaining you with all the men with whom I’m sleeping.That’s not to say I’m not susceptible to handsome men, because let me tell you, in my limited experience Turkish men are quite handsome and I might have to throw up a few personal boundaries so I don’t accidentally suscept to one of them.It’s also not to say I wasn’t having a life crisis, double-negative notwithstanding, because obviously something was going on or I wouldn’t have made such a drastic choice—but the bottom line is that sleeping my way across any geographical region, foreign or domestic, is not really my cup of çay.Join Amanda on her hilarious and culture-clashing adventures as she learns Turkish, dodges snide 8th-grade remarks, and stumbles her way through her first year at I-Squared, the Istanbul International School.Perfect for those who love to laugh, travel, and read about other cultures.What Readers are Saying About Cold Turkey View Less