Clarkson is back with a brand new book of hilarious stories and observations about our gone-wrong world. ___________ In November 2016 we woke up to the news that the forthright presenter of a popular television programme had become the most powerful man on the planet. His name, sadly, was not Jeremy Clarkson, but we might not have been any more surprised if it had been. Because the world seems to have taken a decidedly odd turn since Jeremy last reflected on the state of things between the covers of a book. But who better than JC to help us navigate our way through the mess? And while he's being trying to make sense of it all he's discovered one or two things along the way, including - The disabling effects of being vegan - How Blackpool might be improved by drilling a hole through it - The problem with meditation - A perfect location for rebuilding Palmyra - Why Tom Cruise can worship lizards if he wants to It's all been a bit unsettling. But don't worry. If You'd Just Let Me Finish is Clarkson at his best. He may be as bemused, exasperated, amused and surprised as the rest of us, but in a world gone crazy, thank God someone has still got his head screwed on ... Praise for Clarkson: 'Brilliant...laugh-out-loud' - Daily Telegraph 'Outrageously funny...will have you in stiches' - Time Out 'Very funny...I cracked up laughing on the tube' - Evening Standard
He was just looking for a night of fun. After a wild work-sponsored Halloween party, entomologist Sam McLean wakes up with a spotty memory—and a pointy set of fangs. Sam’s one-night stand wasn’t just dressed as a vampire; she had the bite to match. Somehow, Sam's unconscious body ends up at the OOPS office, where paranormal crisis counselors Nina, Marty and Wanda give him the down-low on accidentally becoming a creature of the night. What he got was an eternity of trouble. Dealing with a newbie like Sam is no easy task, but things get even more crazy when Phoebe Reynolds—a woman who claims to be Nina’s sister—storms into the office and causes a catfight that ends when Phoebe is accidently bitten by Sam’s recently formed fangs. Now, the OOPS girls have two fledgling vamps on their hands, and their powers—and the attraction building between them—are unlike anything they’ve seen before…
A family feud threatens to destroy the happiness of a young woman's family forever. Peggie is a thrilling saga from Lynda Page that follows a young woman as she struggles to protect the family she loves, and fulfil her father's dream. Perfect for fans of Daisy Styles and Nadine Dorries. An unexpected windfall gives Peggie Cartwright the lucky break she deserves. At last she can save her family from financial ruin. Ever since Cyrus Crabbe stole her father Septimus's brake and claimed it as his own vehicle, Sep has dreamed of the day he would run a bus service for the villagers of Leicester to put the Crabbes out of business once and for all. It now looks like that day is in sight. But Cyrus Crabbe is a dangerous man, determined to stop the Cartwrights from succeeding. A wicked remark from his acid tongue forces Septimus to abandon his beloved brood, and as Sep's absence stretches from weeks to months, Peggie watches her mother sink into a deep decline. Peggie's brothers and sisters are used to heartache but when Billy is beaten black and blue and Cyrus's son Reginald turns his attentions to young Letty, it seems that none of the family is to be spared... Peggie knows it's up to her to keep the business afloat and spirits raised. For no matter what obstacles are thrown her way she is determined to fulfil her father's dream. What readers are saying about Peggie: 'A lovely story, I loved all the characters in it and thoroughly enjoyed reading it' 'This story holds you to the end... I recommend this book and I could hardly put it down' 'Smashing - five stars'
In the bestselling tradition of The Devil Wears Prada, Karen Yampolsky's hilarious, disarmingly candid debut goes deep inside the glossy, glamorous, and completely ruthless world of magazine publishing, where bitchiness and betrayal are always in vogue. . . Jill White always dreamed of the day when she would start a magazine of her own that would feature smart, witty, real women with aspirations beyond tinier thighs and shinier hair. That day has finally arrived--and Jill magazine is a huge hit. When mega-successful Nestrom Media takes over Jill's parent company, The Nestrom suits are panting with admiration for both Jill and Jill. But the ashes from the postcoital cigarette have barely hit the floor before Jill's new bosses start barking about getting ad revenue up and toning down articles like "His penis is not a toy. . .or is it?" in favor of fluff pieces with the reality star du jour. What smelled like team spirit devolves into a bitter game of backstabbing. Ellen Cutter, the blond, bland, Bergdorfed CEO of Nestrom Media, and Liz Alexander, Jill's publisher (and Ellen's conniving sidekick) are suddenly aligned against Jill, making her life a living hell. Reluctant to quit or to watch as her baby morphs into yet another cheesy rag, Jill fights back, even as Ellen and Liz plot her next move for her. With everything on the line, Jill realizes mean girls don't get left behind in high school--they grow up and work in publishing. . . "Magazine junkies who remember the original Jane will devour this cheeky roman á clef." --Publishers Weekly "Worth reading. . .you get your fill of backstabbing fashionistas." --E! Online Karen Yampolsky, a graduate of New York University, has spent the past eighteen years working as an Executive/Personal Assistant to high-profile executives in the media and entertainment industries, including a nine-year stint at Jane Magazine as the right-hand to the Founder & Editor-in-Chief, Jane Pratt. She lives in Westchester County, New York, with her husband and two children.
Stephanie Calman moves on from bad motherhood, failed grown-upness to the ultimate in tricky relationships: that of mother and daughter. In typically candid Calman style she serves up a painfully acute examination of the human condition, softened by the bellylaugh of recognition that will seize all who read her. As a generation finds itself parenting its parents while still trying to haul up its children, she has – once again – hit the zeitgeist firmly over the head.
This book is an Autobiography in Poetry. It is also a thank you for those who did not let me slip into a black whole of lifelessness during some of the most difficult challenges of my life. Pain, physically, emotionally, spiritually, depression, devastation, death, life, rape, incenses, divorce, marriage, sunlight, darkness and much more. The appreciation of God, my family, and my family of Angels, is so empowering, I was able to find some peace within many areas of my life where torment once lived. For this reason, had no other choice but to honor them in writing as God gave me rhythm to release the joy and pain of my life. You will notice my book does not open like an ordinary book. Our lives are far from ordinary. We can all say, “better then some, worse than others.” I want you to utilize my story to encourage you, to tell your story. To give Honor to God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ Our Lord and Savior. Your Earthly Angels and to “Yourself.” It is time to be honest and make peace with loved ones and yourself. Come out of your shell, be creative, share who you are. I pray that my story will awaken you to find your great purpose on your journey toward the gifts of a prosperous successful life. That God has so richly prepared for us, not just in Heaven, but here on earth too.
Convinced you're having a quarter-life crisis? Think maybe a soul-searching trip might help? Aline Hallaby, a nice, obedient Arab girl, has it all---a budding career at one of Montreal's most prestigious accounting firms, a loving family, and a boyfriend of three years who has finally proposed. To top it all off, she's about to fly to Cancún with her accounting classmates to celebrate passing the Uniform Final Examination. There's just one tiny problem: Ali has failed the exam. She hasn't told a soul. Not her parents. Not her boyfriend. And definitely not her boss, who will boot Ali out the door as soon as she finds out. So rather than suffer through seven days in Cancún with her drunken-yet-successful classmates, Ali grabs her best friends, Sophie and Jasmin, and flees to the farthest place her airfare cancellation insurance will carry her: the resort town of Varadero Beach, Cuba. . . . The sea, sand, and sun, not to mention the attentions of a certain Cuban dive instructor, soon have Ali feeling wonderfully careless and increasingly reckless. Caught up in a whirlwind of rum-soaked nights and moonlit Havana strolls, this good Muslim girl gets her very first taste of what it would be like to be bad, really bad. But will what happens in Cuba stay in Cuba? Or is Ali finally ready to break out of the good-girl mold and grow into the woman she was meant to be? At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
A New York Times Notable Book for 2011 A Boston Globe Best Fiction Book of 2011 The great panoramic social novel that Los Angeles deserves—a twenty-first century, West Coast Bonfire of the Vanities by the only writer qualified to capture the city in all its glory and complexity With The Barbarian Nurseries, Héctor Tobar gives our most misunderstood metropolis its great contemporary novel, taking us beyond the glimmer of Hollywood and deeper than camera-ready crime stories to reveal Southern California life as it really is, across its vast, sunshiny sprawl of classes, languages, dreams, and ambitions. Araceli is the live-in maid in the Torres-Thompson household—one of three Mexican employees in a Spanish-style house with lovely views of the Pacific. She has been responsible strictly for the cooking and cleaning, but the recession has hit, and suddenly Araceli is the last Mexican standing—unless you count Scott Torres, though you'd never suspect he was half Mexican but for his last name and an old family photo with central L.A. in the background. The financial pressure is causing the kind of fights that even Araceli knows the children shouldn't hear, and then one morning, after a particularly dramatic fight, Araceli wakes to an empty house—except for the two Torres-Thompson boys, little aliens she's never had to interact with before. Their parents are unreachable, and the only family member she knows of is Señor Torres, the subject of that old family photo. So she does the only thing she can think of and heads to the bus stop to seek out their grandfather. It will be an adventure, she tells the boys. If she only knew . . . With a precise eye for the telling detail and an unerring way with character, soaring brilliantly and seamlessly among a panorama of viewpoints, Tobar calls on all of his experience—as a novelist, a father, a journalist, a son of Guatemalan immigrants, and a native Angeleno—to deliver a novel as broad, as essential, as alive as the city itself.
Into a future where a depleted fuel supply had the world spiralling down into grinding poverty and constant war came . . . Moondrift. Mysterious white flakes of alien matter that was the perfect fuel - clean powerful, dependable. But the aliens - or whatever they were - who sent Moondrift seemed to demand a heavy ransom in return. After each Moondrift comes an eerie sound, as pure as a children's choir, heard all over the world. It mesmerises all who hear it with it's beauty - and when it is ended, certain people have simply disappeared without warning, never to be seen again. This is the story of one who disappeared . . .