Un thriller pentru adolescen?i. Un succes interna?ional.Cite?te primul volum al trilogiei Alb?-ca-Z?pada!E cea mai grea iarn? din ultimii ani; str?zile din Tampere, Finlanda, sunt ?nghe?ate ?i acoperite de z?pad?. ?i nimic nu contrasteaz? mai tare cu albul z?pezii dec?t s?ngele.Lumikki Andersson, o adolescent? ?n v?rst? de 17 ani, locuie?te singur? ?i urmeaz? cursurile unui liceu de arte. ?i-a f?cut o regul? din a nu se implica ?n lucruri ce nu o privesc. Totu?i, aceast? regul? este pus? la ?ncercare ?n ziua ?n care Lumikki g?se?te bancnote p?tate de s?nge ?n camera obscur? a liceului.D?ndu-?i seama c? trei elevi de la liceul s?u au un amestec ?n acest incident, Lumikki se treze?te prins? ?n h??i?ul unei afaceri interna?ionale cu droguri. Via?a ?i este pus? ?n pericol.Acum ?i adolescen?ii au o Lisbeth Salander a lor!Lumikki Andersson, eroina trilogiei Alb?-ca-Z?pada, a ?nv??at s? se apere singur? ?i s? nu aib? ?ncredere ?n nimeni. E un lup singuratic ?i o supravie?uitoare. A fost agresat? brutal la ?coal?, iar acum s-a mutat ?n Tampere, unde locuie?te singur?. Lumikki e inteligent?, sarcastic?, are o anume duritate ?i ?i place solitudinea. De asemenea, ?i place s? se lupte corp la corp, s? ?noate ?n ap? ?nghe?at?, s? alerge ?i s? viziteze galerii de art?. A hot?r?t c? nu mai vrea s?-i fie niciodat? fric? de nimic.?Ro?u ca s?ngele d? startul unei aventuri provocatoare, al?turi de Lumikki, o eroin? care calc? pe urmele Larei Croft.“ – Keskisuomalainen?Romanul Sallei Simukka te prinde ?n str?nsoare ca iarna siberian?.“ – goodreads.com?Romanele acestei foarte talentate scriitoare finlandeze, Salla Simukka, au fost o revela?ie pentru mine. Lumikki Andersson, eroina curajoas? a trilogiei, ne poart? ?ntr-o c?l?torie plin? de evenimente nea?teptate, care ne ?nc?nt? ?i ne ?nfioar? deopotriv?.“ – Emily Thomas, editor, Hot Key Books

Universul a nceput cu un Bang i s-a terminat cu un srut, ca toate marile iubiri“Ana Mnescu este o scriitoare tulburtor de generoas: ea nu mprtete cu cititorii doar ceea ce este la suprafa, explicit, nedureros, blnd; i plac subteranele, ascunziurile, visele uitate, ameninrile mute, teama fiinei de ea nsi, ntunericul care are nevoie doar de o scnteie pentru a se preschimba n lumin orbitoare. i ni le ofer pe toate, cu sinceritate i o delicatee care nu se mai regsete n nicio alt carte pe care ai putea-o citi vreodat. Quasarul poate construi o lume i o poate exploda ntr-o btaie de aripi. Pentru c totul i nimicul nseamn altceva numai dup ce au fost atinse de iubire. Ana scrie despre acele clipe n care eti cel mai adevrat tu care a existat vreodat. i eti cel mai mult tu cnd eti prins n iubire, ca ntr-o capcan de soare.“ (Cristina Nemerovschi)

Capsule de Joyce. O colec?ie de texte inedite marca James Joyce. Biografie, poem, schi?? narativ?, Giacomo Joyce face portretul unei frumoase doamne implicate ?ntr-o afacere amoroas?. ?n Epifanii sunt prinse ?n cuvinte inspira?iile de moment ale scriitorului, difuzate apoi ?n toate c?r?ile sale. Ironia ?i jocul dublu al limbajului sunt instrumente vechi ale lui Joyce, Pisica ?i diavolul fiind o curs? ?n care diavolul cade, dar ?i o critic? cu dedesubturi ale societ??ii anilor '30. O plachet? de inedite, infuzat? de spiritul binecunoscut al lui James Joyce.

"O carte care te b?ntuie." -?The Sun Nimeni n-a aflat secretul lui Emily. O vei face tu?? O c?snicie fericit?. Un fiu superb. Un c?min perfect. Atunci ce anume o face pe Emily Coleman s? se trezeasc? ?ntr-o diminea?? ?i s?-?i schimbe radical destinul, plec?nd de acas? ?i l?s?nd ?n urm? tot ce a construit? ?ntr-o Londr? mai mult ostil? dec?t prietenoas?, cu un nume nou, cu o profesie nou?, dar cu acelea?i vinov??ii ?i co?maruri, Emily ?ncearc? s? se reinventeze ?i s-o ia de la cap?t. ?ns? nu poate sc?pa de fantomele trecutului, care continu? s? o b?ntuie.? ?i cur?nd, va trebui s? se confrunte cu urm?rile faptelor sale - o descoperire ?ocant? care s-ar putea s? o ?mping? cu un pas prea departe...? "Un roman zguduitor despre ce pre? trebuie s? pl?tim c?nd evad?m din propria via??."?- Kirkus Reviews "Thrillerul psihologic al Tinei Seskis ?ine cititorul ?n suspans p?n? ?n ultima clip?." -?US Weekly "N-ai cum s? nu te sim?i cople?it."?- New York Times

Видано 45 мовами! Донна Тартт — лауреат Пул?тцер?всько? прем?? № 1 у списку 100 видатних книжок за верс??ю The New York Times Отямившись п?сля вибуху в музе?, тринадцятир?чний Тео ще не розум??, що там, п?д уламками, залишилися його мат?р ? його дитинство. Пробираючись до виходу, повз кам?ння та т?ла, в?н п?дбира? безц?нну картину фламандського майстра, яку так любила його мати. Дивний старий, вмираючи, в?дда? йому свого персня та просить винести картину зв?дси... Тео буде кидати ?з родини в родину, ?з Нью-Йорка до Амстердама, ?з глибин в?дчаю до ейфор??. Викрадений ?Щиголь? стане його прокляттям та над??ю на порятунок... Vidano 45 movami! Donna Tartt — laureat Pul?tcer?vs'ko? prem?? № 1 u spisku 100 vidatnih knizhok za vers??ju The New York Times Otjamivshis' p?slja vibuhu v muze?, trinadcjatir?chnij Teo shhe ne rozum??, shho tam, p?d ulamkami, zalishilisja jogo mat?r ? jogo ditinstvo. Probirajuchis' do vihodu, povz kam?nnja ta t?la, v?n p?dbira? bezc?nnu kartinu flamands'kogo majstra, jaku tak ljubila jogo mati. Divnij starij, vmirajuchi, v?dda? jomu svogo persnja ta prosit' vinesti kartinu zv?dsi... Teo bude kidati ?z rodini v rodinu, ?z N'ju-Jorka do Amsterdama, ?z glibin v?dchaju do ejfor??. Vikradenij ?Shhigol'? stane jogo prokljattjam ta nad??ju na porjatunok...

Underground* *The author of the diary and the diary itself are, of course, imaginary. Nevertheless it is clear that such persons as the writer of these notes not only may, but positively must, exist in our society, when we consider the circumstances in the midst of which our society is formed. I have tried to expose to the view of the public more distinctly than is commonly done, one of the characters of the recent past. He is one of the representatives of a generation still living. In this fragment, entitled "Underground," this person introduces himself and his views, and, as it were, tries to explain the causes owing to which he has made his appearance and was bound to make his appearance in our midst. In the second fragment there are added the actual notes of this person concerning certain events in his life.--AUTHOR'S NOTE. II am a sick man.... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well--let it get worse! I have been going on like that for a long time--twenty years. Now I am forty. I used to be in the government service, but am no longer. I was a spiteful official. I was rude and took pleasure in being so. I did not take bribes, you see, so I was bound to find a recompense in that, at least. (A poor jest, but I will not scratch it out. I wrote it thinking it would sound very witty; but now that I have seen myself that I only wanted to show off in a despicable way, I will not scratch it out on purpose!) When petitioners used to come for information to the table at which I sat, I used to grind my teeth at them, and felt intense enjoyment when I succeeded in making anybody unhappy. I almost did succeed. For the most part they were all timid people--of course, they were petitioners. But of the uppish ones there was one officer in particular I could not endure. He simply would not be humble, and clanked his sword in a disgusting way. I carried on a feud with him for eighteen months over that sword. At last I got the better of him. He left off clanking it. That happened in my youth, though. But do you know, gentlemen, what was the chief point about my spite? Why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the acutest spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that I was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random and amusing myself by it. I might foam at the mouth, but bring me a doll to play with, give me a cup of tea with sugar in it, and maybe I should be appeased. I might even be genuinely touched, though probably I should grind my teeth at myself afterwards and lie awake at night with shame for months after. That was my way.

In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in. The figures in this boat were those of a strong man with ragged grizzled hair and a sun-browned face, and a dark girl of nineteen or twenty, sufficiently like him to be recognizable as his daughter. The girl rowed, pulling a pair of sculls very easily; the man, with the rudder-lines slack in his hands, and his hands loose in his waistband, kept an eager look out. He had no net, hook, or line, and he could not be a fisherman; his boat had no cushion for a sitter, no paint, no inscription, no appliance beyond a rusty boathook and a coil of rope, and he could not be a waterman; his boat was too crazy and too small to take in cargo for delivery, and he could not be a lighterman or river-carrier; there was no clue to what he looked for, but he looked for something, with a most intent and searching gaze. The tide, which had turned an hour before, was running down, and his eyes watched every little race and eddy in its broad sweep, as the boat made slight head-way against it, or drove stern foremost before it, according as he directed his daughter by a movement of his head. She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror. Allied to the bottom of the river rather than the surface, by reason of the slime and ooze with which it was covered, and its sodden state, this boat and the two figures in it obviously were doing something that they often did, and were seeking what they often sought. Half savage as the man showed, with no covering on his matted head, with his brown arms bare to between the elbow and the shoulder, with the loose knot of a looser kerchief lying low on his bare breast in a wilderness of beard and whisker, with such dress as he wore seeming to be made out of the mud that begrimed his boat, still there was a business-like usage in his steady gaze. So with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist, perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were things of usage. 'Keep her out, Lizzie. Tide runs strong here. Keep her well afore the sweep of it.' Trusting to the girl's skill and making no use of the rudder, he eyed the coming tide with an absorbed attention. So the girl eyed him. But, it happened now, that a slant of light from the setting sun glanced into the bottom of the boat, and, touching a rotten stain there which bore some resemblance to the outline of a muffled human form, coloured it as though with diluted blood. This caught the girl's eye, and she shivered. 'What ails you?' said the man, immediately aware of it, though so intent on the advancing waters; 'I see nothing afloat.' The red light was gone, the shudder was gone, and his gaze, which had come back to the boat for a moment, travelled away again. Wheresoever the strong tide met with an impediment, his gaze paused for an instant. At every mooring-chain and rope, at every stationery boat or barge that split the current into a broad-arrowhead, at the offsets from the piers of Southwark Bridge, at the paddles of the river steamboats as they beat the filthy water, at the floating logs of timber lashed together lying off certain wharves, his shining eyes darted a hungry look. After a darkening hour or so, suddenly the rudder-lines tightened in his hold, and he steered hard towards the Surrey shore. Always watching his face, the girl instantly answered to the action in her sculling; presently the boat swung round, quivered as from a sudden jerk, and the upper half of the man was stretched out over the stern.

Чортова дванадцятка — досить змстовна й влучна характеристика збрки жахв за редакцю неперевершеного Ствена Джонса! Пд одню обкладинкою збран 12 гостроцкавих оповдань менитих майстрв горору. Дж. Гаррс, К. Ньюман, М. рей, Р. Кемпбелл та нш гарантують вам безсонну нч в атмосфер тамничост й мстики… Подейкують, що в паризькому Театр Жаху влаштовують кривав вистави. Тридцятидвохрчна Кейт Рд пдбралася надто близько до розгадки… (Гньоль) Вдомий актор Даррен Ловр на пку популярност… був, аж доки не розгнвав вдьму! (Забуття)Chortova dvanadcjatka — dosit' zmstovna j vluchna harakteristika zbrki zhahv za redakcju neperevershenogo Stvena Dzhonsa! Pd odnju obkladinkoju zbran 12 gostrockavih opovdan' menitih majstrv gororu. Dzh. Garrs, K. N'juman, M. rej, R. Kempbell ta nsh garantujut' vam bezsonnu nch v atmosfer tamnichost j mstiki… Podejkujut', shho v pariz'komu Teatr Zhahu vlashtovujut' krivav vistavi. Tridcjatidvohrchna Kejt Rd pdbralasja nadto bliz'ko do rozgadki… (Gn'ol') Vdomij aktor Darren Lovr na pku populjarnost… buv, azh doki ne rozgnvav vd'mu! (Zabuttja)

In 1861 Captain Grant succeeded Captain Burgess on Matinicus, taking his son with him as assistant. The old keeper left Abby on the rock to instruct the newcomers in their duties, and she performed the task so well that young Grant fell in love with her, and asked her to become his wife. Soon after their marriage she was appointed an assistant keeper. A few years later the husband was made keeper and the wife assistant keeper of White Head, another light on the Maine coast. There they remained until the spring of 1890, when they removed to Middleborough, Mass., intending to pass the balance of their days beyond sight and hearing of the rocks and the waves. But the hunger which the sea breeds in its adopted children was still strong within them, and the fall of 1892 found them again on the coast of Maine, this time at Portland, where the husband again entered the lighthouse establishment, working in the engineers' department of the first lighthouse district. With them until his death lived Captain Grant, who in the closing months of 1890, being then aged eighty-five, retired from the position of keeper of Matinicus light, which he had held for nearly thirty years. Not less lonely, but far more perilous than the life of the keepers of a light like that on Matinicus is the lot of the crew of the South Shoal lightship, whose position twenty-six miles off Sankaty Head, Nantucket Island, makes it the most exposed light-station in the world. Anchored so far out at sea, it is only during the months of summer and autumn that the lighthouse tender ventures to visit it, and its crew from December to May of each year are wholly cut off from communication with the land. It is this, however, that makes the South Shoal lightship a veritable protecting angel of the deep, for it stands guard not only over the treacherous New South Shoal, near which it is anchored, but over twenty-six miles of rips and reefs between it and the Nantucket shore—a wide-reaching ocean graveyard, where bleach the bones of more than a half thousand wrecked and forgotten vessels. The lightship is a stanchly built two-hulled schooner of 275 tons burden, 103 feet long over all, equipped with fore-and-aft lantern masts 71 feet high, and with two masts for sails, each 42 feet high. The lanterns are octagons of glass in copper frames, so arranged that they can be lowered into houses built around the masts. In the forward part of the ship is a huge fog bell, swung ten feet above the deck, which, when foggy weather prevails, as it frequently does for weeks at a time, is kept tolling day and night. A two-inch chain fastened to a "mushroom" anchor weighing upward of three tons holds the vessel in eighteen fathoms of water, but this, so fiercely do the waves beat against it in winter, has not prevented her from going adrift many times. She was two weeks at sea on one of these occasions, and on another she came to anchor in New York Harbor. Life on the South Shoal lightship is at all times a hard and trying one, and, as a matter of fact, the crew are instructed not to expose themselves to danger outside their special line of duty. This, however, does not deter them from frequently risking their lives in rescuing others, and when, several years ago, the City of Newcastle went ashore on one of the shoals near the lightship, all hands, twenty-seven in number, were saved by the South Shoal crew and kept aboard of her over two weeks, until the story of the wreck was signalled to a passing vessel. Isaac H. Grant holds a silver medal given him by the Government for rescuing two men from drowning while he was keeper at White Head; while Frederick Hatch, keeper of the Breakwater station at Cleveland was awarded the gold bar. The last mentioned badge of honor is granted only to one who has twice distinguished himself by a special act of bravery. It was given Hatch in the winter of 1898.

Az escseppek fenn születnek az égen, egy hatalmas felhpalotában. Annak is a belsejében. Puha fehérség veszi ket krbe. A csecsem escseppek azonban gyorsan fejldnek. Megszületésük után már egy-két órával vidáman ugrándoznak, hancúroznak. Ha megszomjaznak, finom páralevet isznak, ha megéheznek, ízletes felhcipót majszolnak. Gyorsan nnek. s gondtalan életük tele van mókával, meglepetéssel. Ugyanis a felhkastély, ami lassan úszik a kék égen, nem olyan, mint az emberek által épített házak, várak, kastélyok – merthogy a szobák nem maradnak ugyanott, hanem folyton vándorolnak, de még a feladatuk is állandóan változik. Az, ami reggel még a konyha volt, délidre hálószobává alakul át, estére pedig már fürdszoba lesz. Ezért az escsepp gyerekek élete csupa izgalmas kaland. Amikor egyik helyiségbl átfutnak a másikba, még nem tudják, hogy mi vár rájuk a kvetkez szobában. Ennek az az oka, hogy maga a palota is percrl percre arrébb mozdul az égen, a szél fújja tovább, az egész épület szüntelenül gomolyog. A legkisebbek ezért a palota kzepén cseperednek fel, mert a szélek, ahol a nagyobbak és a felnttek élnek, sokszor leszakadoznak, amikbl es hull a fldre.”

A hatalmas sikert aratott Marokkói szerelem szerz?jének új k?nyve Yasmine magyar származású édesanyjával, Lillával, és muzulmán édesapjával, Abd ar-Rashid Gibrannal él az Egyesült Arab Emírségekben. A fiatal lány minden vágya, hogy megismerhesse gy?kereit, és anyja szül?hazájában tanulhasson. Apja nem támogatja a lány külf?ldi útját, de felesége unszolására végül, szigorú feltételeket szabva, elengedi ?t. Yasmine az egyetemen szoros barátságot k?t Larával. A lány bátyjával viszont k?lcs?n?s ellenszenv alakul ki, de végül kiderül számukra, hogy milyen keskeny a határ a gy?l?let és a szenvedélyes szerelem k?z?tt. Lehet-e esélyük a fiataloknak a hith? muzulmán apa támogatása nélkül? Kiállhatja-e szerelmük az id? és megannyi akadály próbáját? Dee Dumas a nagy siker? Marokkói szerelem cím? k?tete után ezúttal a mesés Emírségekbe varázsolja olvasóit, ahol kiderül, hogy mire képes egy szerelmes szív, hogy beteljesítse legh?bb vágyait.

Egy kép ezer hazug szóval is felér. Amikor Autumn Carpenter az interneten véletlenül rátalál egy család profiljára, megfordul vele a világ. A képeken szerepl? egyik gyerek ugyanis a saját, ?r?kbe adott kislánya. Egyre megszállottabban k?veti a befogadó családot: gy?ny?r? emberek, szép ház, irigylésre méltó élet. Amikor egyik pillanatról a másikra t?rl?dik a profil, Autumn bébiszitternek jelentkezik, hogy a lánya k?zelében maradhasson. Ekkor szembesül vele, hogy semmi sem az, aminek látszik. ?s hogy néha a legszebb embereknek vannak a legb?n?sebb titkaik. Minka Kent amerikai írón? bemutatkozó pszichológiai thrillere a tavalyi év egyik nagy k?nyvpiaci sikere, amely most a magyar olvasókat is kész elvarázsolni váratlan fordulataival és elképeszt? végkifejletével. A filmjogokat szinte azonnal megvette a Universal Studios.

Amy remek színészn?, mindent tud a fegyverekr?l, és ki nem állhatja a rend?r?ket. Szeret?je egy kétes üzletet készül megk?tni, amikor meggondolatlanságában balesetet okoz Klagenfurt határában, majd lelép a helyszínr?l. Amy kénytelen egyedül szembenézni a rend?r?kkel, ráadásul az egyik nyomozó azonnal kikezd vele. Amy szánalmasnak találja Martinek hadnagy próbálkozását, mégis enged neki, hogy a nyomozás k?zelébe férk?zhessen. Mik?zben szemmel tartja a hadnagy minden lépését, egy teljesen más oldaláról is megismeri ?t. Amynek át kell értékelnie mindent, amit eddig a rend?r?kr?l hitt. ?letében el?sz?r ellenszegül a kapott parancsoknak. Kész megfizetni a d?ntése árát – még akkor is, ha emberéletekbe kerül. ?

…ránézett az el?tte terpeszked? hatalmas faóriásra. Milyen méltóságteljes, és milyen dunyha vastagságú, hófehér palást borítja f?ldig ér? ágait. Mint valami sátor, akár meg is éjszakázhat alatta. Elfedi az, megvédi az erd? minden veszélyét?l. K?zben kitisztult az ég, s csillagok milliárdjai gyújtották meg kis lámpásaikat. A hókristályok csillagszóróként sziporkáztak a nagy feny? ágain. Aztán a fa csúcsán megjelent a ragyogó hold, és az arany sarló megkoronázta az amúgy is fényárban tünd?kl? fát. Ez lehet az erd? karácsonyfája – gondolta. ?gy karácsonyozik az erd?, és én most vendégségben vagyok nála. ?s még bejglim is van – jutott eszébe. Csak a szerettei hiányoztak. Hogy ?k nem lehettek részesei ennek a látványnak, nem gy?ny?rk?dhettek vele együtt az óriás karácsonyfa szépségében…

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.?

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

Жасмин, двадцатичетырехлетняя красавица-американка, приезжает в Англию на Рождество погостить у родственников. Герцог Харли подарил ей жеребца, и она решает прокатится верхом. Но из-за разыгравшейся метели ее едва не сбивает машина, за рулем которой сидел граф Сомертон. Через некоторое время, волею судьбы, Жасмин опять встретится с графом, который приютит ее в своем замке после падения с лошади… Эта встреча навсегда изменит их жизнь и подарит им настоящую любовь… Zhasmin, dvadcatichetyrehletnjaja krasavica-amerikanka, priezzhaet v Angliju na Rozhdestvo pogostit' u rodstvennikov. Gercog Harli podaril ej zherebca, i ona reshaet prokatitsja verhom. No iz-za razygravshejsja meteli ee edva ne sbivaet mashina, za rulem kotoroj sidel graf Somerton. Cherez nekotoroe vremja, voleju sud'by, Zhasmin opjat' vstretitsja s grafom, kotoryj prijutit ee v svoem zamke posle padenija s loshadi… Jeta vstrecha navsegda izmenit ih zhizn' i podarit im nastojashhuju ljubov'…

n anii 1870, Jacques Rebière i Thomas Midwinter, doi tineri ambiioi, descoper c au aceeai fascinaie de a nelege cum funcioneaz mintea omeneasc.Cercetrile lor n noul domeniu al psihiatriei i poart dintr-un ospiciu englezesc de la ar n cmpiile Africii, din slile de conferin ale Parisului n Alpii austrieci i n California. i nsoesc n aceast cltorie iniiatic Sonia, sora devotat a lui Thomas, i Katharina, o fost pacient, a crei sosire n sanatoriul lor de boli nervoase dezvluie pentru prima dat direciile diferite ale cercetrii lor. La trecerea ntr-un nou secol i n vreme ce Europa este divizat de Primul Rzboi Mondial, cei doi prienteni sunt constrni la o tragic introspecie a propriilor idealuri i credine.Impresionant i provocator n acelai timp, romanul lui Sebastian Faulks caut rspuns la ntrebarea ce fel de fiine suntem noi, oamenii, i dac nu cumva nebunia este preul pe care l pltim pentru a fi umani.Cel mai ambiios roman al lui Sebastian Faulks de pn acum… Dragoste, loialitate, curaj, compasiune, generozitate… acetia sunt polii n jurul crora graviteaz povetile sale.“ – The Independent

Cred c niciodat scrisul nu mi-a produs atta plcere ca atunci cnd am scris ultima parte a romanului Noapte i zi.“ – Virginia Woolf Noapte i zi este libretul perfect al unei opere clasice n maniera comic, dar melancolic a lui Mozart, cu un oarecare adaos de disonane stilistice – cum st bine unui text modern.“ – Jane Marcus Romanul acesta mi pare a fi un exerciiu deliberat clasicizant. Conine tot ceea ce a caracterizat proza romanesc englez n ultimii o sut cincizeci de ani: ncredere n relaiile personale, recursul la scene umoristice secundare, accentul pe diferenierile sociale nesemnificative.“ – E.M. Forster Virginia Woolf a fost o mare scriitoare. Vocea ei este unic, la fel ca stilul ei. Opera ei exercit o influen activ asupra scriitorilor i una subtil asupra a ceea ce ne-am obinuit s ateptm de la literatura modern. [...] A fost o inovatoare care a redefinit romanul i a deschis calea evoluiilor sale ulterioare.“ – Jeanette Winterson Clasici moderni Litera pune laolalt scriitori moderni ale cror opere au devenit deja repere clasice. Cele mai importante, mai provocatoare, mai emoionante, mai revoluionare opere din ultimii 125 de ani – cri care vor continua s fie citite de la o generaie la alta.

Englezii nu au nici un respect fa de limba lor i nu sunt interesai s-i nvee copiii s-o vorbeasc. Ortografia lor este att de oribil, nct nici nu om nu poate nva s pronune dup ea.“ – G. Bernard Shaw Pentru opera sa care este marcat de idealism i umanitate, pentru satira sa stimulatoare, plin de multe ori de o singular frumusee poetic.“ – Comitetul Nobel Cei mai muli oameni spun c i dau dreptate lui Bernard Shaw sau c nu-l neleg. Eu sunt singurul care-l nelege i nu-i dau dreptate. – C.K. Chesterton Cu privirea sa ptrunztoare, dramaturgul vede c, de cele mai multe ori, o serie de achiziii superficiale – mbrcmintea, limbajul, purtrile, stilul de via – sunt cele care acord de fapt individului statutul social considerat cu mndrie un drept al posesorului: i i rde de asta, ca democrat i socialist, cam la fel cum Molière i rde de una sau de alta dintre profesiile liberale.“ – R.E. Burton