Iris, a museum conservator in her late forties, is separating from her husband while bringing up two daughters. Raif is a stalled academic, as uncertain of the past as he is of the future, whose girlfriend is about to move in with him. When Iris and Raif first meet by chance, Iris suddenly turns away and starts to run. She is running from what this encounter has woken in her. In the City of Love's Sleep is a contemporary story about what it means to fall in love in middle age. It charts the steps two people take towards one another and what it means to have taken those steps before.

As comforting as a soft blanket and warm as a goodnight hug, Eric Metaxas's lullaby It's Time to Sleep, My Love is delightfully brought to life by bestselling artist Nancy Tillman (On the Night You Were Born), whose illustrations celebrate the wonders of the natural world, and the bonds of family. It's time to sleep, it's time to sleep, the fishes croon in waters deep. The songbirds sing in trees above, "It's time to sleep, my love, my love." As children prepare for bed, the world around them is also settling down for the night. Animals who live in the jungle, the forest, the sea—all whisper to their babies a soft refrain: It's time to sleep, my love. It's Time to Sleep, My Love is a 2009 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

Love & Sleep is a modern masterpiece, both extraordinary and literary.

"Time is up, Young Master Gu. It is time to dissolve the marriage. ""Dissolved? Don't even think about it. "In her rebirth, she still had nothing. She managed it step by step and thought that she had designed it for him. She had never thought that she would be involved in it herself.She tried to get away from him, and he pursued her for thousands of miles."Young Master Gu, what's the point of this?""I've said it before, you are my woman, everywhere."

Looking at representations of the Irish landscape in contemporary literature and the arts, this volume discusses the economic, political and environmental issues associated with it, questioning the myths behind Ireland's landscape, from the first Greek descriptions to present day post Celtic-Tiger architecture.

What he needed was a puppet that could be used as a substitute for his beloved woman. What she needed was a backer that she could rely on. He was domineering, arrogant, a devil, a king of both righteousness and evil. She was stubborn, proud, and beautiful, a seductive spirit. As the double became more and more important, as the facts began to distort, how would they develop? Is it mutual benefit? Was it a battle of mutual hatred? Or was it a fake act, with love as an exit, to escape the labyrinth of hatred?