{"lc_classifications": ["PS3566.E6948 J64 2000"], "description": {"type": "/type/text", "value": "For many Ivy League college students, spring break means a raucous road trip to a spot in the sun. For Danny, a Yale junior, the spring of 1982 means two weeks in central New Jersey behind the wheel of his dad's lunch truck, the *Roach Coach*. But Danny can use the time with the coffee urn to try to make sense of a love life that's gotten a little complicated.There's loyal and patient hometown honey Cindy and her recently dropped bombshell to contend with. And there's also lissome Polly in New Haven--with her shifting moods, thrift store dresses, and inconvenient liaison with a dashing professor. If girl problems aren't enough, there's the menace of the Lunch Monsters, a group of thugs who think Danny has placed the \"Roach Coach\" in their territory. \r\n\r\nPopulated by a vividly drawn cast of characters, *Joe College* is Tom Perrotta's warmest and funniest fiction yet---a comic journey into the dark side of love, higher education, and food service. (Description provided by publisher)."}, "title": "Joe College", "dewey_number": ["813/.54"], "covers": [6821150, 181221], "first_sentence": {"type": "/type/text", "value": "All through that winter and into the spring, when our Tuesday- and Thursday-night dinner shifts were done, Matt and I would sit at the long table near the salad bar and plan his end-of-the-year party, our voices echoing importantly in the cavernous wood-panelled dining hall."}, "subject_places": ["New Jersey", "New Haven (Conn.)"], "first_publish_date": "2000", "key": "/works/OL15858431W", "authors": [{"type": {"key": "/type/author_role"}, "author": {"key": "/authors/OL394359A"}}], "subject_times": ["1982"], "subjects": ["College students", "Fiction", "Bildungsromans", "Family-owned business enterprises", "New jersey, fiction", "Fiction, general", "Man-woman relationships", "American fiction", "Coming of age"], "type": {"key": "/type/work"}, "excerpts": [{"excerpt": "All through that winter and into the spring, when our Tuesday- and Thursday-night dinner shifts were done, Matt and I would sit at the long table near the salad bar and plan his end-of-the-year party, our voices echoing importantly in the cavernous wood-panelled dining hall."}], "latest_revision": 9, "revision": 9, "created": {"type": "/type/datetime", "value": "2011-07-14T02:07:04.626108"}, "last_modified": {"type": "/type/datetime", "value": "2021-06-23T02:51:23.687166"}}