Model student, beacon of inspiration, gentle spirit of guidance, and friend among friends--you name it, Sakamoto can do it. Her's your go-to-guy for any problem. But not everyone takes kindly to his unflappable persona, because, let's face it, no one can truly be his match. Right? In the face of bullies, braggarts, and killer bees, Sakamoto always keeps his cool. You haven't heard of Sakamoto yet? Don't worry, you will.

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First impressions are everything, especially for high school freshman Sakamoto. Model student, beacon of inspiration, gentle spirit of guidance, and friend among friends-you name it, he can do it. He's your go-to-guy for any problem, even if he is a bit intimidating. But not everyone takes kindly to Sakamoto's larger-than-life persona, because, let's face it, no one can truly be his match. Right? In the face of school bullying, unrequited love, academic challenges, and even a touch of arson, Sakamoto never shies away from conflict, and always maintains his cool. You haven't heard of Sakamoto yet? Don't worry, you will in volume 3 of Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto!

Top student, model employee, and expert escape artist--Sakamoto has caught the eye of many an admirer--including his friend Kubota's mother. However, not everyone is won over by Sakamoto's effortless charms. Kakuta-sensei, a teacher at Sakamoto's school, is determined to catch their prized student breaking the rules, but what could possibly drive the squeaky-clean Sakamoto to an act of disobedience? Confronted by parents, faculty, and concerned students, Sakamoto is never without a plan. Still haven't heard of Sakamoto? Everyone else seems to have!

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter--the seasons have passed, and Sakamoto's class is preparing to finish their first year of high school. But not everyone is willing to let go so easily, and third-year Fukase has something extra special in mind before he graduates. Coolest of the cool, Sakamoto is never one to be outdone and after a year at his new school, he'll be no less stylish and composed in this hilarious, tear-jerking finale!

In a riveting psychological thriller, Mary Higgins Clark takes the reader deep into the mysteries of the human mind, where memories may be the most dangerous things of all. Kay Lansing, who has grown up in Englewood, New Jersey, is the daughter of the landscaper to the wealthy and powerful Carrington family. Their mansion—a historic seventeenth-century manor house transported stone by stone from Wales in 1848—has a hidden chapel. One day, accompanying her father to work, six-year-old Kay succumbs to curiosity and sneaks into the chapel. There, she overhears a quarrel between a man and a woman who is demanding money from him. When she says that this will be the last time, his caustic response is: "I heard that song before." That same evening, the Carringtons hold a formal dinner dance after which Peter Carrington, a student at Princeton, drives home Susan Althorp, the eighteen-year-old daughter of neighbors. While her parents hear her come in, she is not in her room the next morning and is never seen or heard from again. Throughout the years, a cloud of suspicion hangs over Peter Carrington. At age forty-two, head of the family business empire, he is still "a person of interest" in the eyes of the police, not only for Susan Althorp's disappearance but also for the subsequent drowning death of his own pregnant wife in their swimming pool. Kay Lansing, now living in New York and working as a librarian in Englewood, goes to see Peter Carrington to ask for permission to hold a cocktail party on his estate to benefit a literacy program, which he later grants. Kay comes to see Peter as maligned and misunderstood, and when he begins to court her after the cocktail party, she falls in love with him. Over the objections of her beloved grandmother, who raised her after her parents' early deaths, she marries him. To her dismay, she soon finds that he is a sleepwalker whose nocturnal wanderings draw him to the spot at the pool where his wife met her end. Kay develops gnawing doubts about her husband. She believes that the key to the truth about his guilt or innocence lies in the scene she witnessed as a child in the chapel and knows she must learn the identity of the man and woman who quarreled there that day. What Kay does not even remotely suspect is that uncovering what lies behind these memories may cost her her own life. I Heard That Song Before once again dramatically reconfirms Mary Higgins Clark's worldwide reputation as a master storyteller.

In this delightfully witty, provocative book, literature professor and psychoanalyst Pierre Bayard argues that not having read a book need not be an impediment to having an interesting conversation about it. (In fact, he says, in certain situations reading the book is the worst thing you could do.) Using examples from such writers as Graham Greene, Oscar Wilde, Montaigne, and Umberto Eco, he describes the varieties of "non-reading"-from books that you've never heard of to books that you've read and forgotten-and offers advice on how to turn a sticky social situation into an occasion for creative brilliance. Practical, funny, and thought-provoking, How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read-which became a favorite of readers everywhere in the hardcover edition-is in the end a love letter to books, offering a whole new perspective on how we read and absorb them.

Imagine if TV's The Good Place and Good Omens had a brainchild. Now imagine if that brainchild had a fascination with the shenanigans of the Shadowhunter universe . . . Do I have your attention? As a young girl I fantasized about my happily ever after. Little did I know that the "after" to define my story would be the afterlife . . . A teenage Guardian Angel's work is never done. My name is Grace Cardiff. I was seventeen when my mother and I got into a fatal car crash. Don't waste your time grieving for me; I've already done that and I am trying my best to move forward because Heaven gave me a big to-do list. Once I made it past the Pearly Gates and got the basic questions out of the way (What's the deal with Stonehenge? Is my dead dog here?) I found out I'm a part of a minuscule percentage of humans with a soul qualified to serve as a Guardian Angel. That means I'm supposed to assume a new identity on Earth so I can protect people who are meant to positively, significantly impact humankind. It's a lot to process, I know. Regardless, my job now is to use magical angel powers and natural spunk to protect my teenage boy assignment from the dangers of life and demons who spend their time trying to foil angels when they're not taking laps in lakes of fire. It's funny---I thought Heaven would be all about rainbows, cake, and puppies. I didn't think it would involve a massive identity crisis and going back to high school.