Sarahmight be poor, but at least she's French, which allows her to attend Casablanca's elite high school. It's there that she first lays eyes on Driss. He's notvery good looking-apart from his eyes, which are the deep green of thyme simmering in a tagine-butthe word is he'sthe richest guy in the city. Sarah decides she wants those eyes, and a life like his. So begins a twisted, provocative love story that will see Sarah climbing Casa's social ladder, all the way from street-corner merguez and chips to poolside joints in a mansion overlooking the ocean. But, as Sarah will learn, this city has a way of putting you back in your place...

"Don't let its French prize-winning status fool you: this is a pleasurable, even filthy summer romance... This confident debut suggests that Assor may prove a worthy successor to Sagan. She has certainly earned her prize money with this dirty beach read about motorbikes, moody teens and misplaced desire on the Moroccan coast" - The Times

"The sounds, the smells, the gritty details of every scene are laid bare in a light as harsh and bright as the sun... A captivating novel" - Le Figaro

"Casablanca stretches out before our astonished eyes, humming with rage and life... A captivating debut" - Lire

"Abigail Assor's writing is precise, sensual, subversive and wildly lyrical. Astonishing" - Le Parisien

"Stunning in its truth, cruelty and style" - Paris Match

"Earthy and colourful, lyrical and sensual, mordant and dizzying, Abigail Assor's style carries the reader off to faraway places" - Baz'art

"The shooting star of French literature... Her style is powerful, poetic, precise, clever and rousing. Whoever can write like this, without affect, drama, acrobatics or tricks is a great writer" - Kultur & Service