A delicious, malicious comedy of marriage, motherhood, and scandal.

One hot New York City summer in the 1970s, the lives of three very different people - each uncomfortable with their surrounds and struggling to find a place where they can feel a sense of belonging - are forever changed. Raymond, an overly cerebral 17 year old, lives in the Bronx with his increasingly estranged parents. He's decided that the time has come for him to fall in love even if he is soure why or with which gender and grapples with the conflicting directions in which he is pulled by his desires and fears. As his parents become increasingly estranged, his mother leaves for a trip to Israel leaving Raymond and his father housemates in an apartment in which neither feels at home. Jerome, one of the legion of unrecognized poets marginally employed as a delivery man Seven Wonders Gourmet Foods, cannot rid himself of his obsession for the woman he loved and lived with - until she threw him out when he uncovered her secret past. His mentor - and sole friend - is the aging, erudite Maurice Rose, who - like Jerome - is about to thrown out of his home. Lester, Raymond's maternal uncle, is the middle aged owner of Seven Wonders Gourmet Foods and an unsuccessful suburbanite living on the edges of New York City. In a family and area were success and status are everything, he must confront the miseries of his failing business, a tense home life, and a persistent obscene caller who knows a bit too much about his wife. Drawn together by chance, circumstance, and mysterious woman with a secret in her past, their lives' intersect, collide, pull apart, and irreversibly change.

It may be hard but take that leap of faith in yourself, go on, you might surprise yourself You can do anything you want to put your mind to. It does not matter if you can not go out, if you can find something arty to do at home why not. Adult and Child alike. If you are a child listen to what is inside you and never loose faith, be true to yourself. If you are an Adult it is never to late to listen to yourself, it is never to late to try. Never loose your imagination it is a wonderful thing to have. Always be yourself you are unique. If I can do it. So can you. Believe. We are wonderful people to know. Never give up. ----------------------------------------------------- I have written a book about my local area within a Children's Fictional Novel. It also mentions historical events in local area which is in Devon, Dartmoor to be exact. Dartmoor National Park is a beautiful place. I live in a town that surrounds part of Dartmoor. I can see the Moor every time I walk out of my front and back door at home. I was born in Devon and know all the Myths Tales and Sightings on the Moor. My Story is set in the late 1800s, when times were innocent. They knew nothing about War or Supermarkets or even the Holiday Flights to Exotic places. Children did not answer back to their Parents. Now we are selling our Dartmoor Ponies Abroad. No one saw that coming. This book is to raise funds for NHS Mental Health in Devon.

A collection of short stories from celebrated author William Trevor in which he shines a light on the day-to-day life of Ireland and its citizens. From his debut collection, “The Day We Got Drunk on Cake,” published in 1968, to “Family Sins” (1990), William Trevor has crafted the short story to perfection, giving us brilliant and subtle stories full of the reversals, surprises, and shadowy truths we discover in life itself. To read this volume is not just to encounter an extraordinary literary stylist, but to understand life as surely as though we were looking through the eyes of his protagonists and—deeper still—into their hearts. William Trevor: The Collected Stories includes the tales from his seven previous books, as well as four stories that have never appeared in book form in America. They depict the comforts and frustrations of life in rural Ireland, the complexities of family relationships, and the elusive grace of love. They portray the almost invisible strands that bind people to each other as well as the chains that imprison them in solitary yearning.

'The Report by a Special Soviet Commission, 24 January 1944, concerning the shooting of Polish officer prisoners of war in the forest of Katyn. The executions had been carried out in autumn in 1941 by the German "Staff of the Construction Battalion 537." In spring 1943 the Germans, by blackmailing witnesses into giving false evidence and by other means, had tried to make it appear that the Soviet NKWD was responsible for the shooting of the 11,000 victims.'--T.p. verso.