When does reality outdo fantasy? When a girl, armed with her degree and full of enthusiasm, tackles the world of work and then decides to tell us about how it went.
But, more than anything, this is a novel because only fiction can describe what is incredible. Sara, the protagonist, a new, unwitting Alice, finds herself wandering about in a surreal and hallucinatory planet that absolutely does not resemble Wonderland. The repertoire runs the gamut: from indecent proposals of unpaid, indefinitely long internships, to offers of jobs with flexibly long hours and shamefully small salaries. Call centre, ad agencies, sandwich bars, herbalist and clothing shops,
online newspapers, fake editorial offices. One experience after the other, photographs of the situation in which young Italians are catapulted after university. Ironic, amusing, sometimes bitter, but always lucid, Aria precaria is the story of a girl like so many others.
Her life is made of friends, lovers, hardly any money except for her ever-present parents.
She only wants normality: a real job, a house, a family. A normality that for so many
young people has become a mirage.

I am terrified of flying armored insects.  I love the green colour even though I almost always dress in black.  I read and write too much.  I’d like to be able to play the bass or the harp.  When I speak English with someone I’m uncomfortable with, I sound like Apu of The Simpsons.  I love to eat and I am sure that, sooner or later, I’ll wake up one morning with all the pounds that, I hadn’t put on those prior years.
I believe in the power of human beings and, at the same time, their wonderful frailties.  I love American TV shows.  I’m hypochondriacal, introspective and I sing in the morning when I wake up.  I love the mountains and I don’t really feel conmfortable at the sea.  I have two dogs at home and three in my heart.
Sometimes I feel melancholy.  I’m usually a bit crazy.  I don’t like being at the center of attention but if it happens, I have fun.
I’m in love.
I was told that either you love me or hate me.  I have red hair and freckles.  I’m categorical and for me there’s no gray.  I have cyclical adolescence crisis.  I have a wonderful family.  I have no money but a lot of dreams.
I like red nail polish, Chinese lanterns and loud punk rock music.
I hate sugar beets and I like to say Bora Bora.
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