Like an episode of Mad Men, Louise Levene's winning debut novel brings back to startling life the social fabric and fashion fetishes of the late 1950s and early 1960s. I’m well aware that no moment is ever exactly duplicated so one must drink it in as a once-in-a-lifetime treasure. Child's play gone wrong is also central to Matthew Hooton's elegant Deloume Road (Jonathan Cape, 16.

At one (fascinatingly evoked) Great Portland Street evening-gown supplier, a screen separates the lily-scented showroom from a slum-like models’ dressing space: shades of the swing doors of George Orwell’s Paris restaurant days in Down and Out in Paris and London.I like that it doesn't try and sugar coat the truth - it lets the audience reach those conclusions on their own.

The book cover has no visible wear, and the dust jacket (if applicable) is included for hard covers. Set in the 1960s, this novel follows Jane who is forced to live with her horrible aunt, and who wants to live a glamorous life. No missing or damaged pages, no creases or tears, no underlining or highlighting of text, and no writing in the margins. She scanned the tables vaguely and spotted a large group of rather drunk but rather smart-looking people over in the corner.Among the sugar daddies and posh, panting youths, there is Jane’s long-suffering uncle George, who hovers in the kitchen and worries about her new life; and there is Tony, a genuinely sweet beau Jane only stepped out with because he got her into a Hardy Amies sample sale. By most standards, our small population (600,000 for the whole state) might mislead one to assume opportunities are limited here.