Christiane F’s searing autobiography lands in a scarce 1980 first-edition hardback, wrapped in its original dust jacket. The raw memoir of a child prostitute and heroin addict remains a cornerstone of true-crime and cultural-studies shelves.
Expect edge-wear to the jacket and light foxing on the endpapers—typical for a forty-year-old survivor. Inside, the pages are unmarked, the binding square and firm, ready for a new reader.
At 282 gritty pages, the book still shocks and moves adults drawn to unfiltered memoirs of 1970s Berlin. From a smoke-free home and offered exactly as described.