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Inside the beleaguered city of Rome in 1944, the Contessa Giovanna Landini is a member of the band of Escape Line activists known as ‘The Choir’. Their mission is to smuggle refugees to safety and help Allied soldiers, all under the nose of Gestapo boss Paul Hauptmann. During a ferocious morning air raid a mysterious parachutist lands in Rome and disappears into the backstreets. Is he an ally or an imposter? His fate will come to put the whole Escape Line at risk.

Guatemala, 1954. A CIA-supported military coup topples the government. Behind this violent act is a lie passed off as truth, which forever changed the development of Latin America: that those in power encouraged the spread of Soviet communism in the Americas. Mario Vargas Llosa has written a drama on a world stage, in which some persecutors end up as victims of the very plot they helped construct.

Six amusing and endearing stories which will make you laugh and cry, and awaken your memories of another day. The perfect book for a day on the beach while basking in balmy ocean breezes, or a mountain vacation ensconced in a cozy cabin. This is a work of fiction, but like the fiction of Hemingway and many others, it is partly autobiographical. Themes of joy, and guilt, and great adventures, and just plain fun are embodied, and as the metaphors sing, you are carried off to another place.

The Golden Age of Red is a fast, entertaining work of immersive biographical historical fiction that will resonate with sports enthusiasts of all ages, and especially those following today’s almost daily changes regarding the compensation of student-athletes.

No ritmo das pedaladas de uma bicicleta, a estrada passa sob os pés do protagonista André, enquanto este percorre o sul do Brasil, o Uruguai, a Argentina, até chegar a Sucre, na Bolívia, cidade onde desaparece. Através de seu diário, enviado ao amigo Jean pouco depois da última nota, é que temos acesso aos lugares onde passou, as pessoas com quem conviveu e os fantasmas que o perseguiram durante a jornada.

Love letters, born from high school dances, stereoscopic slides of toddlerhood, Ferris wheels, suntan oil, the streets of Hollywood and Toronto, 1980s music, driving too fast, Hershey bars, and bottles of Molson Golden ale. First real kisses and broken hearts. Our 11th birthday parties, our first cars, our true loves, and our monsters. Getting old. Falling in love. A dash of each, and all together. Letters to all of us, from all of us—the things we remember and the things we’ve lost.

"Je m'appelle Anna Livia" est le récit âpre, tendu entre noir et lumière telle une tragédie grecque, de l'irracontable, l'inceste. Deux voix - celle d'une femme depuis longtemps partie du domaine, la mère d'Elisabeta, qui questionne ; celle du serviteur Josefino qui revit la découverte, un matin, du corps suicidé de son maître -, et un silence hanté : "Ainsi c'était déjà là. C'était là avant que de se faire. Comme dérivant à la surface d'un rêve obscur. Avant même qu'elle ait pu penser. Un jour peut-être."