Brilliant! Loved the Illustrations and Samuel L Jackson for the audio version is perfect! It was hard to know which to buy! Lots of people can relate to this, but all those who don't have children read this then they would perhaps understand why their friend/relative with a young child is perhap...
Everyone has said this,(some of us in our minds, some of us out-loud) if you deny it you are lying.Reading some of the comments I must say that some are taking the book a tad to seriously, obviously it is not something you would read to your children out loud, obviously it is not a masterpiece, a...
This would hardly be considered great literature, but worth the five minutes that it took to read it. Despite the language, which many could deem offensive, the little book was whimsical , humorous and definitely right on target for those parents (or grandparents) who have experienced the finick...
You Have To F**king Eat is a sequel to Go The F**k To Sleep by American author and parent, Adam Mansbach. This book is again set out in the style of a children’s picture book, with marvellous illustrations by Owen Brozman, and, once again, this is not a children’s book: profanities abound. But it...
From the acclaimed author of Shackling Water comes the first great race novel of the twenty-first century, an incendiary and ruthlessly funny satire about violence, pop culture, and American identity.Macon Detornay is a suburban white boy possessed and politicized by black culture, and filled wit...
Set in Shanghai in 1926, Tom Bradby’s first novel published in the United States begins with the murder of a Russian girl in her apartment. The murder is a brutal one and the investigation that follows lures the reader into the seamier side of Shanghai at a time when China is splintered between t...
Galvan demanded, leaping to his feet as limbs began to emerge from the roiling soil—a slim, bangle-sheathed wrist ten yards away, a muscular pair of nut-brown arms a few paces farther, and who the hell knew how many more beyond, just awakening to the presence of the heart and its No-Longer-Righte...
Either that or a macho thing: Nichols playing the stoic, the man who could take a licking and not start bitching. Why else—now that the department had both a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of—would he refuse to get himself a goddamn working air conditioner? The twelve-to-eight shift ...
There was no getting around it: he wrote like an old man now. The simple slowing of his recall, the fact that the right word no longer bobbed straight to the surface of his mind but swam languorously upward and broke through gasping for air, was the least of it. More crippling by far was that his...