Iresponsabil, nesp?lat, fermec?tor ?i f?r? un ban ?n buzunar, Sebastian Dangerfield, student la Drept la Colegiul Trinity, irlandez american cu accent englezesc, naufragiat ?n Dublin ?i vis?nd la dolari ?i femei u?oare, ve?nic client al caselor de amanet, cutreier? puburile, murmur?nd ispite am?gitoare la urechea oric?rei fete dispuse s?-l asculte, ?ntr-o c?utare delirant? a libert??ii, bog??iei ?i recunoa?terii care simte c? i se cuvin. Liric ?i licen?ios, conving?tor, mi?c?tor ?i extrem de amuzant, Ro?covanul este un roman de un geniu comic autentic.

Când o feti?? este g?sit? moart?, înecat?, dup? ce s-a l?udat c? a v?zut o crim?, faimoasa scriitoare de romane poli?iste Ariadne Oliver îl cheam? pe vechiul s?u prieten Hercule Poirot pentru a-l descoperi pe uciga?. Cine ?i de ce ar fi avut motiv s? omoare un copil nevinovat? Poate c? povestea spus? de Joyce nu era, pân? la urm?, una dintre obi?nuitele ei minciuni, menite a-i impresiona pe ceilal?i? Poirot va trebui s? fac? apel la toat? ingeniozitatea sa pentru a descâlci misterul unor decese ?i al unei dispari?ii suspecte, dar mai ales pentru a împiedica s?vâr?irea altor crime.

O serie de infrac?iuni minore comise într-un c?min de studen?i nu par, în mod normal, genul de caz de care se ocup? Hercule Poirot. Un pantof, un inel cu diamant, o pereche de pantaloni vechi, un stetoscop ?i alte m?run?i?uri furate, o e?arf? ?i un rucsac t?iate în buc??i – delicte prea neînsemnate pentru a fi anun?at? poli?ia ?i chiar mai pu?in demne de geniul lui Poirot. Totu?i, lista acestor lucruri este atât de bizar?, încât îi treze?te interesul celebrului detectiv. Din nou intui?ia lui se dovede?te corect?, c?ci un simplu caz de cleptomanie paveaz? drumul c?tre crim?...

O singur? alegere – ?l salveaz? de trecutul s?u O singur? alegere – ?i marcheaz? viitorul O singur? alegere – Scoate la iveal? primejdiile O singur? alegere – ?l schimb? pentru totdeauna O singur? alegere – ?l va elibera Aceast? edi?ie include: Transferatul ? Novicele ? Fiul ? Tr?d?torul ?i trei scene inedite din Divergent. Cu doi ani ?nainte ca Tris Prior s? fac? alegerea care avea s?-i schimbe via?a, fiul de ?aisprezece ani al liderului Abnega?iei a trecut prin acela?i lucru. Transferul lui Tobias c?tre Ne?nfricare repre-zint? ?ansa de a o lua de la cap?t. Aici, el nu va fi strigat pe numele dat de p?rin?i. Aici, el nu va permite ca teama s? ?l transforme ?ntr-un copil ?nsp?im?ntat. Proasp?t botezat ?Four“, el afl? ?n timpul ini?ierii c? va izb?ndi ?n Ne?nfricare. ?ns? ini?ierea este doar ?ncepu-tul, iar Four trebuie s?-?i revendice locul ?n ierarhia Ne?nfrica?ilor. Deciziile lui ?i vor afecta pe viitorii novici ?i vor scoate la iveal? secrete care ar putea s?-i pun? ?n primejdie propriul viitor – ?i viitorul ?ntregului sistem de fac?iuni. Doi ani mai t?rziu, Four este preg?tit s? ac?ioneze, dar cursul lucrurilor este ?nc? neclar. Totu?i, prima novice care sare ?n plas? ar putea schimba totul. Al?turi de ea, calea de a salva lumea ar putea deveni limpede. Al?turi de ea, el ar putea fi din nou Tobias. Veronica Roth completeaz? seria DIVERGENT cu un volum adiacent palpitant, relatat din perspectiva ?ndr?gitului ?i celebrului personaj Tobias. Cele patru povestiri incluse ?n aceast? edi?ie – TRANSFERATUL, NOVICELE, FIUL ?i TR?D?TORUL –, al?turi de trei scene inedite, ofer? cititorilor o privire electri-zant? asupra trecutului ?i sentimentelor lui Tobias, preg?tind totodat? terenul c?tre saga trilogiei DIVERGENT.

În mijlocul lag?rului de prizonieri de r?zboi condamna?i s? construiasc? o cale ferat? între Birmania ?i Thailanda, cunoscut? cu denumirea Calea ferat? a mor?ii, chirurgul Dorrigo Evans, comandantul lag?rului, este torturat de povestea de dragoste pe care a tr?it-o cu tân?ra so?ie a unchiului s?u cu doi ani în urm?. În str?dania lui de a-?i salva oamenii de înfometare, de holer?, de persecu?ii, Dorrigo prime?te o scrisoare care îi schimb? pentru totdeauna cursul vie?ii. O poveste despre dragoste ?i moarte cu multiplele lor fa?ete, despre r?zboi ?i despre adev?r, în care eroul î?i tr?ie?te experien?a de via?? numai pentru a descoperi tot ceea ce a pierdut.

The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!'Marianne Dashwood wears her heart on her sleeve, and when she falls in love with the dashing but unsuitable John Willoughby she ignores her sister Elinor's warning that her impulsive behaviour leaves her open to gossip and innuendo. Meanwhile Elinor, always sensitive to social convention, is struggling to conceal her own romantic disappointment, even from those closest to her. Through their parallel experience of love—and its threatened loss—the sisters learn that sense must mix with sensibility if they are to find personal happiness in a society where status and money govern the rules of love.This edition includes explanatory notes, textual variants between the first and second editions, and Tony Tanner's introduction to the original Penguin Classic edition.

Irish athletic reporter Malone narrates tale of bold squat quarrelsome Professor Challenger seeking remote Amazonian plateau where “the ordinary laws of Nature are suspended” with prehistoric creatures and ape-men. Other armed British whites are spare skeptic Professor Summerlee, and ginger dead-shot Lord John, supported by colored bearers.

Sfâr?it de veac are un ritm bine marcat de scene în care conflictul e psihologic. Sunt scene de lupt?, de duplicitate ?i de strategie, conduse cu mân? sigur?, în care personajele î?i confrunt? interesele, dar ?i fi rea ascuns?. Maestrul de ceremonii este, fire?te, Urmatecu, plin de vitalitate, neobosit, viclean, calculat, altruist ?i crud totodat?, pe care doar lucrurile neclare, ciud??eniile, capriciile femeilor, nebunia ?i moartea îl tulbur?, sco?ându-l din apele în care se scald? de obicei. Chefurile uria?e pe care le trage dup? înmormânt?ri vin din nevoia de a se reechilibra psihic. Dac? boierul Barbu e un Tuzluc, iar Jurubi?a, o Kera Duduca, Urmatecu e un Dinu P?turic? infinit mai complicat ?i mai subtil, realizat la alte dimensiuni fizice ?i morale. Nu exist?, cum exist? de obicei în romanul de acest tip, personaje pozitive ori negative. Nici aplecarea spre caricatur? de la romancierii postbelici. Am putea spune chiar c? pân? ?i cei mai netrebnici sunt privi?i cu anume compasiune. Un element important este acela biografic, care atenueaz? eventualul spirit critic.

Alegorie moral? ?i autobiografie spiritual?, Micul prin?, cea mai tradus? carte din literatura francez?, înf??i?eaz? cu un farmec nepieritor povestea unui b?ie?el care î?i abandoneaz? micu?a planet? pentru a c?l?tori prin univers. Odiseea sa, în care descoper? ciud??eniile adul?ilor printr-o serie de întâlniri extraordinare, culmineaz? cu aventurile pe planeta P?mânt.

Cavalerii Pardaillan - Vol. 7. Intrigi, comploturi, pove?ti pline de suspans ?i r?sturn?ri spectaculoase de situa?ie. Numit ambasador extraordinar al Fran?ei în Spania, Pardaillan se treze?te implicat în intrigi ?i lupte în care se joac? soarta celor dou? regate. De aceast? dat?, cavalerul îi ia sub protec?ia sa pe frumoasa ?iganc? Giralda ?i pe logodnicul ei, don César, nimeni altul decât nepotul secret ?i persecutat al regelui spaniol. Astfel ajunge s? îi înfrunte din nou pe puternicii s?i du?mani: Fausta, Filip al II-lea ?i Marele Inchizitor Espinosa. Sprijinit de Chico, un pitic cu inim? mare, ?i de iubita acestuia, micu?a hangi?? Juana, Pardaillan va dejuca îns? toate comploturile, salvând pentru a doua oar? coroana regelui Henric al IV-lea.

Cavalerii Pardaillan - Vol. 8. Intrigi, comploturi, pove?ti pline de suspans ?i r?sturn?ri spectaculoase de situa?ie. Cavalerul Pardaillan întâlne?te un tân?r punga? care îi treze?te simpatia, Jehan cel Brav, de fapt, nimeni altul decât fiul lui ?i al Faustei. Jehan se îndr?goste?te de Bertille de Saugis, fiica natural? a lui Henric al IV-lea, ?i pentru a-?i ap?ra iubita ?i pe tat?l ei, intr? în conflict cu to?i cei care îi doresc moartea regelui. Cavalerul Pardaillan lupt? de partea fiului s?u, atât pentru a-l observa, cât ?i pentru a-l proteja pe rege. Îns? Fausta a ascuns cândva, în Montmartre, o comoar? fabuloas? la care râvne?te toat? lumea – iezui?ii, familia Concini, chiar ?i ministrul regelui, Sully. Bertille este singura care cunoa?te secretul acestei ascunz?tori...

Cartea scriitoarei Alice Munro cuprinde opt povestiri extraordinare despre natura infinit oscilant? ?i surprinz?toare a dragostei. De la prima povestire, despre o t?n?r? femeie care se dovede?te incapabil? s?-?i p?r?seasc? so?ul, de?i ??i ?nchipuie c? este hot?r?t? s-o fac?, p?n? la cele trei povestiri ce dezv?luie emo?iile complexe ale eroinei lor, o femeie pe nume Juliet, oamenii despre care scrie Munro – femei de toate v?rstele ?i st?rile sociale, cu prietenii, p?rin?ii ?i copiii lor – cap?t? sub ochii no?tri o via?? absolut real?, ca ?i cum ne-ar fi vecini. Scriitoarea are darul miraculos de a face povestirile acestea la fel de autentice ?i de memorabile ca povestea propriei noastre vie?i.

Trei fete singure ?mpart un apartament ?n Londra. Prima este secretar?, a doua lucreaz? la o galerie de art?, iar a treia, care vine la Hercule Poirot pentru a-i cere ajutorul, m?rturise?te c? a comis o crim?, apoi dispare ?nainte de a-i da acestuia mai multe detalii. De?i exist? informa?ii despre un foc de revolver, un cu?it ?i urme de s?nge, va fi necesar? o investiga?ie a lui Poirot ?i a prietenei sale Ariadne Oliver pentru a stabili dac? a treia fat? este vinovat?, inocent? ori ?i-a pierdut min?ile…

O misiune himeric?, un echipaj condus de un nes?buit, un pasager clandestin cu o mare problem? ?i o mare speran??. ?i ?n jur o lume de ghea?? a c?rei splendoare nu e egalat? dec?t de cruzimea cu care respinge via?a uman?. La 1850, vasul Impetus porne?te spre nord vest, din Groenlanda, ?n c?utarea expedi?iei pierdute a lui Franklin. Cu ?nt?rziere – sezonul propice navig?rii se apropie de final. ?nainteaz?, totu?i, cu ?nver?unare, ?n ciuda tuturor semnelor potrivnice. P?n? c?nd vasul r?m?ne captiv ?n imensul pustiu arctic, f?r? nici o posibilitate de mi?care, nici ?nainte, nici ?napoi. Femeia ?ns?rcinat? care se ascunsese la bord va na?te aici, iar copilul va deveni noul centru de greutate al vasului prins ?n ghea??. Ie?irea la suprafa??, cea de a doua carte a t?n?rului scriitor irlandez Cormac James, este romanul unei expedi?ii la cap?tul lumii, dar ?i al unei aventuri domestice: paternitatea. O carte f?r? nici un cuv?nt ?n plus.

Dup? Aurul spartanilor ?i Imperiul pierdut, so?ii Sam ?i Remi Fargo se ?ntorc ?ntr-o nou? aventur? extraordinar?.Mae?tri ai v?n?torilor de comori, Sam ?i Remi Fargo nu sunt deloc obi?nui?i cu v?n?toarea de oameni. Dar un baron texan al petrolului apeleaz? la ei cu o rug?minte personal?: un detectiv particular angajat s?-i g?seasc? tat?l disp?rut s-a pierdut f?r? urm? ?i el. Dat fiind c? detectivul le este prieten, ar fi dispu?i Sam ?i Remi s?-i caute pe am?ndoi? ?n ciuda suspiciunilor, cei doi accept? noua provocare, iar ceea ce vor descoperi va fi mai mult dec?t ?i-ar fi putut imagina. ?n c?l?toria care ?i poart? prin Tibet, Nepal, Bulgaria, India ?i China, Sam ?i Remi Fargo se trezesc implica?i ?n traficul cu fosile de pe pia?a neagr?, descoper? un cuf?r vechi de secole, un regat tibetan disp?rut, un dirijabil inventat cu secole ?naintea vremii sale… ?i un schelet care ar putea transforma complet ?ntreaga istorie a evolu?iei umane.Plin de imagina?ie ?i cu un suspans care-?i taie r?suflarea, Regatul dovede?te ?nc? o dat? de ce Clive Cussler este considerat ?unul dintre cei mai buni autori contemporani de thriller“. – New York PostRomanele lui Cussler sunt publicate ?n peste 40 de limbi, ?n mai bine de o sut? de ??ri ale lumii.

Prin?i ?ntr?o capcan?, un pu? ?n mijlocul p?durii, doi copii, fratele cel Mare ?i fratele cel Mic, ?ncearc? s? supravie?uiasc? ?i s? g?seasc? o cale de salvare. Timp de s?pt?m?ni ?ntregi, asupra lor se abat suferin?e greu de imaginat: foame, sete, frig, spaim?, o lent? degradare a s?n?t??ii fizice ?i a celei mintale. Limbajul urmeaz? traiectoria acestei degrad?ri, pornind de la concizia rece a ?ocului ini?ial ?i ajung?nd la completa destr?mare a sensului caracteristic? delirului, la poezie desc?tu?at?, la strig?t pur ?n numele tuturor celor prin?i ?n capcan?. Eliberarea din capcan? este prilejul unei izbucniri de violen?? care aduce ?i lumin? asupra situa?iei ini?iale, r?mas? neexplicat? pe tot parcursul calvarului ?ndurat de cei doi copii, dar ?i o bre?? spre realitatea lumii ?n care tr?im. ?– C?nd ie?im afar?, facem o petrecere. – O petrecere? – Da. – Din?aia cu baloane, cu lumini ?i cu pr?jituri? – Nu, din?aia cu pietre, cu tor?e ?i cu e?afoade.“

15 iulie 1988. Emma ?i Dexter se ?nt?lnesc ?n noaptea de dup? absolvirea universit??ii. A doua zi, fiecare va porni pe propriul drum. Unde vor fi ?n aceast? zi peste un an? Dar peste doi? ?i ?n fiecare an care va urma?Em ?i Dex, Dex ?i Em – speran?e ?i oportunit??i ratate, z?mbete ?i lacrimi, certuri ?i ?mp?c?ri, succese ?i e?ecuri – o rela?ie dezv?luit? prin fr?nturi de via?? surprinse ?n aceea?i zi de 15 iulie.Dou?zeci de ani, doi oameni. O ZI.

Bob Houston, the youngest agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, stepped out of the Department of Justice Building and turned toward home, his heart beating faster than it had in months. It hardly seemed real but he was now a full-fledged agent in the greatest man hunting division in the Federal Government. Bob paused a moment at the curb. Another man who had emerged from the justice building joined him. It was his uncle, Merritt Hughes, one of the most famous detectives in the department. He put his arm around Bob’s shoulders and shook him in a rough but friendly embrace.“Well, Bob, how does it feel to be a real federal agent?” he asked. It was a moment before Bob replied, and when he finally spoke the words came slowly.“I hardly know,” he confessed, “as yet it doesn’t seem real, but there is one thing I do know—I’m going to work night and day to make a success of this new job.” “Don’t worry about making a success,” advised his uncle. “You’ve got the stuff to make good or you wouldn’t have been taken into the department.”“When do you think I’ll get my first assignment on a new case?” asked Bob. “That’s hard to say,” replied the famous detective, “but if I were you I’d go home now and get a good night’s sleep. In this kind of a game you’d better sleep when you can.” “Then I’m headed for home now,” said Bob. “Good night, and thanks for all you’ve done for me.”With that the young federal agent strode off down the avenue, his lungs drinking in great gulps of the cool air of the fall night. Merritt Hughes stood on the curb of the justice building watching his nephew until Bob turned the corner a block away. Anyone noticing the federal agent would have seen a slight smile of pleasure on his lips and he might have guessed that Merritt Hughes was greatly pleased by the events which had happened in the preceding hours. As a matter of fact, Bob Houston, a plain clerk in the archives division of the War Department, temporarily a provisional federal agent, had been the key figure in preventing the theft of some of Uncle Sam’s most valuable radio secrets.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. 'Well!' thought Alice to herself, 'after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! 'I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. 'I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) '—yes, that's about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) ? ? ABOUT AUTHOR: ??Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832 – 1898), better known by his pen name, as “Lewis Carroll”, was an English writer, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer. His most famous writings are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, as well as the poems "The Hunting of the Snark" and "Jabberwocky", all examples of the genre of literary nonsense.

F?szerepl?nk Kópé, egy erdei manó, aki kirándulók fogságábae sik, majd az erd?b?l egy f?városi lakótelepre kerül. A manó megsz?kik a rabságból, és meghúzódik egy limlommal zsúfolter kélyen. Nem esik kétségbe, hanem kényelmes kuckót alakít ki a kacatok k?z?tt. Kópé az épület el?tt magasodó akácfán k?zlekedik az erkélyek k?z?tt. ?gy talál egy barátot, Dórit, aki egyedül él az anyukájával, és soha nem járt erd?ben. A manó mesélni kezd az otthonáról, az odvas t?lgyrol, a barátairól. A mesékhez Dóri rajzokat készít. A rideg lakótelepen nem ismerik egymást az emberek, és éppen Kópé kalandozása, kíváncsisága hozza ?ket ?szsze. Dóri megismerkedik Olga nénivel, akit?l kertész kedni tanul,virágokat nevel az erkélyen, másoktól cicát kap. A k?nyvben az izgalmas kalandokat, mint például amikor Kópét majdnem elüti egy autó, vagy amikor lepottyan egyik erkélyrol a másikra, mulatságos részek gazdagítják. Az erdei él?világ valóságh? bemutatása keveredik a fantáziavilágbeli lények, tündérek és manók jellemzésével. Megtudhatjuk például, milyen is egy manó esküv?! Ajánlott korosztály: 5 és 10 év k?z?tt.

When does life begin?... A well-known book says "forty". A well-known radio program says "eighty". Some folks say it's mental, others say it's physical. But take the strange case of Mel Carlson who gave a lot of thought to the matter. Mel felt as if he were floating on clouds in the deepest, most intense dark he had ever experienced. He tried opening his eyes but nothing happened, only a sharp pain. Little bits of memory flashed back and he tried to figure out what could have happened, where he was. The last thing he could remember was the little lab hidden back in the mountains in an old mine tunnel. Remote, but only an hour's drive from the city. What had he been doing? Oh yes, arguing with Neil again. He even recalled the exact words."Damn it, Mel," his partner had said. "We've gone about as far as possible working with animal brains. We've got to get a human one." "We can't," Mel had disagreed. "There'd be enough of an uproar if the papers got hold of what we've been doing with animals. If we did get someone in a hospital to agree to let us use his brain on death, they would close us up tighter than a drum.""But our lab's too well hidden, they'd never know." "It wouldn't work anyway. The brain might be damaged for lack of oxygen and all of our work would go for nothing. Worse, it might indicate failure where a fresh, healthy brain would mean success.""We'll never know unless we try," said Neil almost violently, dark eyes glittering. "Our funds aren't going to last forever."