THE MAN IN THE MOON.THE Man in the MoonCame tumbling down,And asked his way to Norwich;They told him south,And he burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease-porridge. TO MARKET, TO MARKET.TO market, to market, to buy a fat Pig;Home again, home again, dancing a jig. The Man In the Moon.To Market, to Market.There Was a Man.The Lion and the Unicorn.Little Miss Muffet.Oranges and Lemons.Goosey, Goosey Gander.Humpty Dumpty.Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.The Three Wise Men of Gotham. STORIES: - The Man In the Moon.- To Market, to Market.- There Was a Man.- The Lion and the Unicorn.- Little Miss Muffet.- Oranges and Lemons.- Goosey, Goosey Gander.- Humpty Dumpty.- Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.- The Three Wise Men of Gotham.

gy mondják, sose bízz egy idegenben. Talán nekik van igazuk. Amikor Emma Joseph megismerkedett a férjével, Davidet bánat gytrte. Els feleségét a saját elszabadult kocsija gázolta halálra, hatesztends lánya pedig titokzatos módon eltnt a baleset helyszínérl. Most, hat évvel késbb, Emma úgy véli, végre maguk mgtt tudhatják a fájdalmas idket. j életet építettek fel Daviddel, és van egy csodaszép kisfiúk, Ollie. Aztán feltnik egy idegen, és flforgatja az életüket. Emma elveszíti a biztonságérzékét. Vajon csakugyan tudja, mi trtént oly sok évvel azeltt s miért aggódik nmagáért meg a csecsem fiáért Elkeseredésében régi barátjához, Tom Douglas nyomozó ffelügyelhz fordul segítségért, ám ezzel a lépéssel valamennyiük életét veszélybe sodorja. Hamarosan olyan hazugságok hálójára derítenek fényt, amely mindkettejüket velejéig sokkolja. Az Aludj jól világhír szerzjének legújabb bestsellere letehetetlen és elgondolkodtató remekm, a pszichológiai thrillerek, és a krimik kedvelinek a kedvence világszerte.

n már elz életemben sem hittem a reinkarnációban, de ennek ellenére azt kívánom, trténeteim olvasása által sikerüljn újjászületned azokban a kapcsolatokban, melyeken változtatni szeretnél, de nem mersz, vagy úgy érzed, nem tudsz lépni igazán. Legyen az párkapcsolati kuszaság, gyermeke(i)ddel való rendezetlenség, akár lelki, akár testi eredet bonyodalom nmagaddal, azaz: nem bírok a tükrbe nézni” szindróma. Természetesen annak is rülk, ha egyszeren csak szerzek néhány gondtalan percet. Ezeket a sztorikat a fantázia diktálta nekem; ha valamelyikben ráismersz valakire, ne hagyd magad megtéveszteni, az csakis és kizárólag a véletlen mve lehet.

The history of our English translations of "Don Quixote" is instructive. Shelton's, the first in any language, was made, apparently, about 1608, but not published till 1612. This of course was only the First Part. It has been asserted that the Second, published in 1620, is not the work of Shelton, but there is nothing to support the assertion save the fact that it has less spirit, less of what we generally understand by "go," about it than the first, which would be only natural if the first were the work of a young man writing currente calamo, and the second that of a middle-aged man writing for a bookseller. On the other hand, it is closer and more literal, the style is the same, the very same translations, or mistranslations, occur in it, and it is extremely unlikely that a new translator would, by suppressing his name, have allowed Shelton to carry off the credit. In 1687 John Phillips, Milton's nephew, produced a "Don Quixote" "made English," he says, "according to the humour of our modern language." His "Quixote" is not so much a translation as a travesty, and a travesty that for coarseness, vulgarity, and buffoonery is almost unexampled even in the literature of that day. But it is, after all, the humour of "Don Quixote" that distinguishes it from all other books of the romance kind. It is this that makes it, as one of the most judicial-minded of modern critics calls it, "the best novel in the world beyond all comparison." It is its varied humour, ranging from broad farce to comedy as subtle as Shakespeare's or Moliere's that has naturalised it in every country where there are readers, and made it a classic in every language that has a literature.

Robert Masello új thrillerében David Franco, a zseniális, de szkeptikus ifjú kutató egy legendás m?tárgy nyomába ered: egy amulettet keres, amelyet Benvenuto Cellini, a reneszánsz Itália kézm?vesmestere készített. Az amulettet a szépsége mellett a varázsereje teszi értékessé, ugyanakkor igen veszedelmesnek tartják.Az egyszer? nyomozásnak induló kaland intrikák sz?vevényévé válik. Franco Loire menti kastélyokban és római palazzókban kutat a kincs után, hogy megfejtsen egy rejtélyt, amely ?sid?k óta foglalkoztatja az emberiséget.A tudós egy s?tét titkokat ismer?, gy?ny?r? firenzei lányt hív segítségül, s orgyilkosokkal a nyomában néz szembe egy sokkal er?sebb gonosszal, mint amit?l rémálmaiban rettegett. Lélegzetelállító fordulatokban b?velked? utazásuk Chicago utcáitól a nagy francia forradalom káoszáig vezet.?Egy regény, amelyben a t?rténelmi tények találkoznak az irodalmi kreativitással, és a lehetetlen félelmetes valósággá válik. A Medúza-amulett Cellini m?véhez hasonlóan egyedi alkotás, éppen olyan vonzó, mint amilyen ijeszt?, és éppen olyan monumentális, mint amilyen merész.Robert Masello az Egyesült ?llamok egyik legsikeresebb t?rténelmi és misztikus krimi írója, regényeit 15 nyelvre fordították le. A magyar k?z?nség Az Einstein-prófécia és A Romanov-kereszt címmel megjelent regényein keresztül ismerhette eddig meg.

Gyilkosság t?rténik egy vidéki kúriában. Az áldozatot megfojtva találják a szobájában, az ajtót belülr?l elreteszelték, az ablak tárva-nyitva. Az asztalon egy csupor kakaó - benne altató. Vajon a gyilkos tette bele? Ha igen, aligha lehetett más, mint valaki a házban lakók k?zül. A Maxie család és két vendégük feszült, gyanakvó légk?rben várják a nyomozás eredményét, és a legkevésbé sem k?nnyítik meg Dalgliesh f?felügyel? dolgát. A poéta-lelk? detektív azonban nem az a fajta, aki k?nnyen feladja...P. D. James, akit Agatha Christie mellett az angol krimi klasszikusának tartanak, gondosan ügyel arra, hogy az olvasó számára végig izgalmas maradjon a fejt?r? irodalmi kirakójáték - majd minden szerepl?je gyanús, és egészen az utolsó oldalakig az is marad.?A Takard el az arcát! az írón? korai és egyik legsikeresebb regénye, a m?faj tízmilliók által olvasott alapm?ve.?

A Magánügyb?l megismert magánnyomozó, Dave Bexley ismét úgy érzi, minek elvállalni egy ügyet, ha kett?t is lehet - aztán j?n a t?bbi magától. El?sz?r egy bánatos víg ?zvegy orvul meggyilkolt férjének gyilkosát kell el?keríteni, majd egy bájakkal er?sen megáldott h?lgy zsarolóit megállítani. Tetejében még megtalálja a titkosszolgálat is, hogy elveszett biológiai fegyverek után kutasson. ?s, mivel a nap 24 órából áll, képbe kerül a korábban elt?ntnek hitt, titokzatos Leslie Morton is, és az általa hajszolt mágnesfegyver.Bár Dave néha úgy érzi, csupán gyalog a sakktáblán - de tudjuk jól, akár egy gyalog is képes játékokat eld?nteni.

Cu totul nea?teptat, Susan Morrow prime?te manuscrisul unui roman scris de Edward, so?ul de care a divor?at ?n urm? cu dou?zeci ?i cinci de ani. Pe m?sur? ce cite?te, Susan ?i, odat? cu ea, cititorul ?nsu?i p?trund din ce ?n ce mai ad?nc ?n via?a personajului principal al romanului din roman, profesorul de matematic? Tony Hastings, care c?l?tore?te ?mpreun? cu so?ia ?i fiica lui spre casa lor de vacan??. ?n vreme ce via?a obi?nuit?, civilizat?, a familiei Hastings cade prada violen?ei ?i crimei, o sumedenie de amintiri tulbur?toare o arunc? pe Susan ?napoi ?n trecut, provoc?nd-o s? se confrunte cu tenebrele propriei vie?i ?i cu teama care ?i amenin?? viitorul. Un thriller cutremur?tor se ?mbin? astfel cu o poveste despre team? ?i regret, despre r?zbunare ?i ?mb?tr?nire, despre c?s?torie ?i creativitate.Cu un talent literar unic, Austin Wright ilustreaz? fascinant? experien?? a lecturii, prin rela?iile pe care le creeaz? at?t ?ntre cititor ?i oper?, c?t ?i ?ntre autor ?i cititor, ?ntr-o scriere surprinz?toare ?i pasionant?.

Alexandra, o adolescent? rebel?, este trimis? de p?rin?i s? ??i petreac? vacan?a de var? ?ntr-un sat din Transilvania, pentru a fi ?ndep?rtat? de o iubire considerat? imoral?. Odat? ajuns? ?n V., ea este atras? de pove?tile localnicilor legate de o crim? s?v?r?it? ?n urm? cu mai mult de un veac: contesa Aneke fusese acuzat? de incest ?i vr?jitorie ?i ucis? ?n p?dure. Alexandra porne?te pe urmele contesei, hot?r?t? s? afle ce s-a ?nt?mplat cu adev?rat. Castelul ascunde mistere la fiecare col?… Pe m?sur? ce fapte ?i personaje stranii ies la iveal?, Alexandra ??i d? seama c? are ?n comun cu frumoasa vr?jitoare mai mult dec?t ?i-ar fi imaginat, inclusiv iubirea ei secret? ?i interzis?. Va reu?i Alexandra s? salveze aceast? iubire ?i ?n final propria via??, sau va avea soarta tragic? a Anekei? Dou? lumi distincte se ?ntrep?trund: lumea adolescen?ilor de azi, cu Facebook, concerte rock, tatuaje ?i pierce-uri, ?i lumea contesei disp?rute, cu intrigi de curte ?i pove?ti uitate. Un mistery romance ?n tonuri ?ntunecate despre incest, supersti?ii, tr?d?ri, secrete, legende transmise peste veacuri

Az elvált, nyugdíjas Nathan Glass már nem vágyik másra, csak magányra és névtelenségre, ezért visszavonul gyerekkora helyszínére, Brooklynba. Csakhogy találkozik rég nem látott unoka?ccsével, Tommal, aki valaha akadémiai ambíciókat dédelgetett, ám most taxisof?r, majd annak barátjával, a kétes múltú antikvárius Harryvel, és hamarosan azt veszi észre, hogy egy ?sszeesküvés részese, amelynek tárgya egy hamisított kézirat, célja pedig a bosszú. Paul Auster ebben a regényében a t?le megszokottnál melegebb, der?sebb hangon mesél kallódó emberekr?l, akiknek élete nem úgy alakult, ahogy remélték, akik már lemondtak a j?v?r?l, de a j?v? még korántsem mondott le róluk. Auster, hosszú évek óta a Nobel-díj várományosa, számtalan irodalmi díj birtokosa, k?nyveit harminc nyelvre fordították le. M?vei most a 21. Század Kiadó új életm?sorozatában jelennek meg. "Elb?v?l? t?rténet a család elviselhetetlen szépségér?l és a szerelem megváltó erejér?l." USA TODAY "Nagyszív?, életigenl?, gyengéd és mulatságos t?rténet.” The Washington Post "Auster üzenenetet küld nekünk: van remény. A szerelem megment bennünket. Meg fogjuk menteni egymást. The Boston Globe

Tényleg azt hitted, hogy kamasznak lenni k?nny?? Bár a tizen?t éves Pataki Emma élete igen távol áll a t?kéletest?l, hiszen anya nélkül kell feln?nie alkoholista apukája és nagymamája szigorú kontrollja alatt, ? mégis megpróbálja élni a tinik szokásos mindennapjait. Bulizik a barátaival, mindent megbeszél b?lcs barátn?jével és még szerelmes is az elb?v?l? mosolyú osztálytársába. Az eszes kaposvári lány ügyesen lavíroz az ellentmondást nem t?r? apa elvárásai és a barátok napról napra féktelenebbé váló kicsapongásai k?z?tt. Az élet azonban nem t?ri sokáig ezt a t?rékeny egyensúlyt, szemberohan Emmával, hogy minél hamarabb g?rdíthessen elé megoldhatatlannak t?n? nehézségeket. A méretes akadályok k?z?tt botladozó lány mindinkább kétségbeesik, és kérdéses, hogy sikerülhet-e átverekednie magát az ?t elgáncsolni látszó problémákon. Vajon meg tud birkózni Emma az emberfeletti er?t kívánó kihívásokkal? Képes helytállni és feln?ttként viselkedni olyan helyzetekben, amik még sok valódi feln?ttnek is feladnák a leckét? ?s vajon ráj?n, hogy milyen súlyos titkot rejteget el?le a családja? Gombos Tünde a Margó-díjra jel?lt Szerelemtánc után megint egy embert próbáló helyzetbe került fiatal t?rténetét meséli el a t?le már megszokott stílusban, hol humorosan, hol szívhez szólóan.

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS “THE ORIENT MAGIC” The Talking Bird, The Singing Tree, and the Golden WaterThe Story of the Fisherman and the GenieThe History of the Young King of the Black IslesThe Story of Gulnare of the SeaThe Story of Aladdin; Or, the Wonderful LampThe Story of Prince AgibThe Story of the City of BrassThe Story of Ali Baba and the Forty ThievesThe History of Codadad and His BrothersThe Story of Sinbad the Voyager The Talking Bird:It will be sufficient to break off a branch and carry it to plant in your gardenThe Fisherman and the GenieThe smoke ascended to the clouds, and extending itself along the sea and upon the shore formed a great mist The Young King of the Black IslesWhen he came to this part of his narrative the young king could not restrain his tearsGulnare of the SeaAnd she proceeded to burn perfume and repeat spells until the sea foamed and was agitatedAladdinAt the same time the earth, trembling, opened just before the magician, and uncovered a stone, laid horizontally, with a brass ring fixed into the middlePrince AgibAnd when the boat came to me I found in it a man of brass, with a tablet of lead upon his breast, engraven with names and talismans Prince AgibAt the approach of evening I opened the first closet and, entering it, found a mansion like paradiseThe City of BrassAnd when they had ascended that mountain they saw a city than which eyes had not beheld any greaterThe Story of Ali Baba and the Forty ThievesCassim ... was so alarmed at the danger he was in that the more he endeavoured to remember the word Sesame the more his memory was confoundedThe History of Codadad and His BrothersAs it drew near we saw ten or twelve armed pirates appear on the deckSecond Voyage of SinbadThe spot where she left me was encompassed on all sides by mountains that seemed to reach above the clouds, and so steep that there was no possibility of getting out of the valleyThird Voyage of SinbadHaving finished his repast, he returned to his porch, where he lay and fell asleep, snoring louder than thunder.. Little excuse is needed, perhaps, for any fresh selection from the famous "Tales of a Thousand and One Nights," provided it be representative enough, and worthy enough, to enlist a new army of youthful readers. Of the two hundred and sixty-four bewildering, unparalleled stories, the true lover can hardly spare one, yet there must always be favourites, even among these. We have chosen some of the most delightful, in our opinion; some, too, that chanced to appeal particularly to the genius of the artist. If, enticed by our choice and the beauty of the pictures, we manage to attract a few thousand more true lovers to the fountain-book, we shall have served our humble turn. The only real danger lies in neglecting it, in rearing a child who does not know it and has never fallen under its spell. You remember Maimoune, in the story of Prince Camaralzaman, and what she said to Danhasch, the genie who had just arrived from the farthest limits of China? "Be sure thou tellest me nothing but what is true or I shall clip thy wings!" This is what the modern child sometimes says to the genies of literature, and his own wings are too often clipped in consequence."The Empire of the Fairies is no more. Reason has banished them from ev'ry shore;Steam has outstripped their dragons and their cars,Gas has eclipsed their glow-worms and their stars."?douard Laboulaye says in his introduction to Nouveaux Contes Bleus: "Mothers who love your children, do not set them too soon to the study of history; let them dream while they are young.

In offering this study to a public accustomed only to the unquestioning acceptance of the home as something perfect, holy, quite above discussion, a word of explanation is needed. First, let it be clearly and definitely stated, the purpose of this book is to maintain and improve the home. Criticism there is, deep and thorough; but not with the intention of robbing us of one essential element of home life—rather of saving us from conditions not only unessential, but gravely detrimental to home life. Every human being should have a home; the single person his or her home; and the family their home. The home should offer to the individual rest, peace, quiet, comfort, health, and that degree of personal expression requisite; and these conditions should be maintained by the best methods of the time. The home should be to the child a place of happiness and true development; to the adult a place of happiness and that beautiful reinforcement of the spirit needed by the world's workers. We are here to perform our best service to society, and to find our best individual growth and expression; a right home is essential to both these uses. The place of childhood's glowing memories, of youth's ideals, of the calm satisfaction of mature life, of peaceful shelter for the aged; this is not attacked, this we shall not lose, but gain more universally. What is here asserted is that our real home life is clogged and injured by a number of conditions which are not necessary, which are directly inimical to the home; and that we shall do well to lay these aside. As to the element of sanctity—that which is really sacred can bear examination, no darkened room is needed for real miracles; mystery and shadow belong to jugglers, not to the truth. The home is a human institution. All human institutions are open to improvement. This specially dear and ancient one, however, we have successfully kept shut, and so it has not improved as have some others.

It is a cumulative tale that does not tell the story of Jack's house, or even of Jack who built the house, but instead shows how the house is indirectly linked to other things and people, and through this method tells the story of "The man all tattered and torn", and the "Maiden all forlorn", as well as other smaller events, showing how these are interlinked. Origins: It has been argued that the rhyme is derived from an Aramaic hymn Chad Gadya (lit., "One Young Goat") in Sepher Haggadah, first printed in 1590; but although this is an early cumulative tale that may have inspired the form, the lyrics bear little relationship. It was suggested by James Orchard Halliwell that the reference to the "priest all shaven and shorn" indicates that the English version is probably very old, presumably as far back as the mid-sixteenth century. There is a possible reference to the song in The Boston New Letter of 12 April 1739 and the line: "This is the man all forlorn, &c". However, it did not appear in print until it was included in Nurse Truelove's New-Year's-Gift, or the Book of Books for Children, printed in London in 1755. It was printed in numerous collections in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. Randolph Caldecott produced an illustrated version in 1878. Cherrington Manor, a handsome timber-framed house in North East Shropshire, England, is reputed to be the actual house that Jack built. There is a former malt house in the grounds. Syntactic structure: Each sentence in the story is an example of an increasingly deeply nested relative clause. The last version, "This is the horse...", would be quite difficult to untangle if the previous ones were not present. See the Noun Phrase for more details about postmodification of the noun phrase in this manner. References in popular culture: The rhyme continues to be a popular choice for illustrated children's books, with recent examples by Simms Taback and Quentin Blake showing how illustrators can introduce a fresh angle and humour into a familiar tale. The popularity of the rhyme can be seen in its use in a variety of other cultural contexts..

An afternoon of a cold winter’s day, when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm, two children asked leave of their mother to run out and play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her parents, and other people who were familiar with her, used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent, but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common-sense view of all matters that came under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as other people’s, he had a head as hard and impenetrable, and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots which it was a part of his business to sell. The mother’s character, on the other hand, had a strain of poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty—a delicate and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. So, Violet and Peony, as I began with saying, besought their mother to let them run out and play in the new snow; for, though it had looked so dreary and dismal, drifting downward out of the gray sky, it had a very cheerful aspect, now that the sun was shining on it. The children dwelt in a city, and had no wider play-place than a little garden before the house, divided by a white fence from the street, and with a pear-tree and two or three plum-trees overshadowing it, and some rose-bushes just in front of the parlor windows. The trees and shrubs, however, were now leafless, and their twigs were enveloped in the light snow, which thus made a kind of wintry foliage, with here and there a pendent icicle for the fruit. “Yes, Violet,—yes, my little Peony,” said their kind mother; “you may go out and play in the new snow.”

Treasure Island is an adventure novel by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson, narrating a tale of "buccaneers and buried gold". First published as a book on 23 May 1883, it was originally serialized in the children's magazine Young Folks between 1881 and 1882 under the title Treasure Island or, the mutiny of the Hispaniola with Stevenson adopting the pseudonym Captain George North. Traditionally considered a coming-of-age story, Treasure Island is a tale known for its atmosphere, characters and action, and also as a wry commentary on the ambiguity of morality — as seen in Long John Silver — unusual for children's literature now and then. It is one of the most frequently dramatized of all novels. The influence of Treasure Island on popular perceptions of pirates is enormous, including treasure maps marked with an "X", schooners, the Black Spot, tropical islands, and one-legged seamen carrying parrots on their shoulders. Short Summary of the Book:The novel is divided into six parts and 34 chapters: The novel opens in the seaside village of Black Hill Cove in south-west England (to Stevenson, in his letters and in the related fictional play Admiral Guinea, near Barnstaple, Devon) in the mid-18th century. The narrator, James "Jim" Hawkins, is the young son of the owners of the Admiral Benbow Inn. An old drunken seaman named Billy Bones becomes a long-term lodger at the inn, only paying for about the first week of his stay. Jim quickly realizes that Bones is in hiding, and that he particularly dreads meeting an unidentified seafaring man with one leg. Some months later, Bones is visited by a mysterious sailor named Black Dog. Their meeting turns violent, Black Dog flees and Bones suffers a stroke. While Jim cares for him, Bones confesses that he was once the mate of a notorious late pirate, Captain Flint, and that his old crewmates want Bones' sea chest. Some time later, another of Bones' crew mates, a blind man named Pew, appears at the inn and forces Jim to lead him to Bones. Pew gives Bones a paper. After Pew leaves, Bones opens the paper to discover it is marked with the Black Spot, a pirate summons, with the warning that he has until ten o'clock to meet their demands. Bones drops dead of apoplexy (in this context, a stroke) on the spot. Jim and his mother open Bones' sea chest to collect the amount due to them for Bones' room and board, but before they can count out the money that they are owed, they hear pirates approaching the inn and are forced to flee and hide, Jim taking with him a mysterious oilskin packet from the chest. The pirates, led by Pew, find the sea chest and the money, but are frustrated that there is no sign of "Flint's fist". Customs men approach and the pirates escape to their vessel (all except for Pew, who is accidentally run down and killed by the agents' horses).

rk élet! Az emberiség si vágya. Mely megvalósíthatatlan - vagy mégsem Nathaniel Delinger, a látnok zseni a csillagok kztt találja meg ennek lehetségét. A neve: Endümión. Mert ugyan sokaknak vágya az rk élet - de van, aki nem akarja, hogy bárki rkké éljen. s ezért akár az rklétet is képes elpusztítani. Owen, a fiatal nyomozó, egy gyilkossági ügy kapcsán 8 feladvánnyal szembesül, mely egyre kzelebb visz Endümión titkához - és kzelebb egy hazugság leleplezdéséhez. Az elkvetk célja, hogy elutazhassanak Endümiónra, ahol az rk élet várja ket, hogy megszabaduljanak a Fld haláltól terhes világától. Vajon Endümión tényleg az az eszményi hely s mi az a szilánk, és hogyan kerül a Fldre GARZ LSZL fantáziájának sem a tér, sem az id nem szabhat határokat. A szerz fordulatokban gazdag kalandos sci-fi trténete új izgalmas világokba repíti az olvasót.

Lauren Hope a fiatal, gyönyör?, és céltudatos n? minden kétséget kizáróan hisz benne. Két nagy álma van: sikeres író szeretne lenni, és meg akarja ismerni az igaz szerelmet, melyr?l a nagy könyvekben írnak. Egy nap messzire utazik abban a reményben, hogy fájdalmait maga mögött hagyhatja. Akkor még nem is sejti, hogy ez az utazás alapjaiban változtatja meg az életét. Távol otthonától a véletlennek köszönhet?en megismerkedik egy titokzatos, jókép? zenésszel. Dylan Duprés, a biztonságot sugárzó férfi, Lauren álmainak lehetséges megvalósítója, egyben minden probléma forrása. Vajon milyen hatással lesz Lauren életére ennek a rejtélyes férfinek a felbukkanása? Elképzelhet?, hogy mindkét álma valóra válik? És ha választania kell? Zsarnai Beáta - a N?k Lapjához tartozó Cafeblog kiemelt bloggerének - els? regénye a sors hatalmáról.

Jonas Lie is sufficiently famous to need but a very few words of introduction. Ever since 1870, when he made his reputation by his first novel, "Den Fremsynte," he has been a prime favourite with the Scandinavian public, and of late years his principal romances have gone the round of Europe. He has written novels of all kinds, but he excels when he describes the wild seas of Northern Norway, and the stern and hardy race of sail-ors and fishers who seek their fortunes, and so often find their graves, on those dangerous waters. Such tales, for instance, as "Tremasteren Fremtid," "Lodsen og hans Hustru," "Gaa Paa!" and "Den Fremsynte" are unique of their kind, and give far truer pictures of Norwegian life and character in the rough than anything that can be found elsewhere in the literature. Indeed, Lie's skippers and mates are as superior to Kjelland's, for instance, as the peasants of Jens Tvedt (a writer, by the way, still unknown beyond his native land) are superior to the much-vaunted peasants of Bj?rnstjerne Bj?rnson. But it is when Lie tells us some of the wild legends of his native province, Nordland, some of the grim tales on which he himself was brought up, so to speak, that he is perhaps most vivid and enthralling. The folk-lore of those lonely sub-arctic tracts is in keeping with the savagery of nature. We rarely, if ever, hear of friendly elves or companionable gnomes there. The supernatural beings that haunt those shores and seas are, for the most part, malignant and malefic. They seem to hate man. They love to mock his toils, and sport with his despair. In his very first romance, "Den Fremsynte," Lie relates two of these weird tales (Nos. 1 and 3 of the present selection). Another tale, in which many of the superstitious beliefs and wild imaginings of the Nordland fishermen are skilfully grouped together to form the background of a charming love-story, entitled "Finn Blood," I have borrowed from the volume of "Fort?llinger og Skildringer," published in 1872. The re-maining eight stories are selected from the book "Trold," which was the event of the Christmas publishing season at Christiania in 1891. Last Christmas a second series of "Trold" came out, but it is distinctly inferior to the former one. TALES: THE FISHERMAN AND THE DRAUGJACK OF SJOHOLM AND THE GAN-FINNTUG OF WAR."THE EARTH DRAWS"THE CORMORANTS OF ANDVAERISAAC AND THE PARSON OF BRONOTHE WIND-GNOMETHE HULDREFISHFINN BLOODTHE HOMESTEAD WESTWARD IN THE BLUE MOUNTAINS"IT'S ME."

Holmes decodes a warning from Porlock, an informant against arch-criminal Moriarty, for "Douglas" resident five years at "Birlstone". Scotland Yard's MacDonald asks them to investigate a corpse with the same look and circle-in-triangle brand on the forearm as Birlstone owner Douglas. The head was blown off by an American-style sawed-off shotgun. Apparently, an intruder dropped a card with VV341, and left across a shallow moat. Watson observes the bereaved English wife and best male friend in unusually good spirits. When Holmes pretends the moat will be drained, the conspirators retrieve a missing dumb-bell weighting down the visitor's clothes beneath the water. Douglas comes from hiding, to explain he killed the assassin Baldwin in self-defence; the plan was to save him from more attacks by criminal survivors of Vermissa Valley. He hands Dr. Watson the following account. Young McMurdo gains reputation as tough counterfeiter, Freemen Lodge member fleeing murder charges in Chicago. In the Vermissa coal mine area, McGinty rules Scowrers branded by a circle in square, the local Lodge 341 who extort, murder, and exchange vicious deeds with nearby Lodges. Pretty Ettie prefers McMurdo to nasty Baldwin, and wants to flee, but will wait some months. When word comes that Pinkerton sent Edwards, McMurdo gathers ringleaders in one room, and springs his trap on them, surrounded by the law. Although the worst were hanged, after ten years, villains were freed, and chased McMurdo-Edwards-Douglas, despite changes of name, location, and wife. He married Ettie, then she died in California, where he made a fortune. The Valley of Fear, notable for Professor Moriarty's involvement, is set before "The Final Problem", the short story in which Moriarty was introduced. This introduces a logical difficulty, as in "The Final Problem" Dr. Watson has never heard of Moriarty, whereas by the end of The Valley Of Fear he is, or should be, familiar with his name and character. The "Moriarty" element in the story is tied into the fate of the informer in the story. It ties the Molly Maguire background to another event of that period: the murder of James Carey, an informer who was shot on board a ship off the coast of Natal, South Africa in 1883 by Patrick O'Donnell, an Irish republican who had relatives in the Mollies and briefly visited the Pennsylvania coal mining district, supposedly looking for the suspected informer among them.

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. 'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How STUPID you are! Why didn't you tell him——' 'Well, why didn't YOU say——' 'You might have reminded him——' and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case. It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!' he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.