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My Mother Said I Never Should
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Not Your Mother's Rules GRAND CENTRAL PUBL
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How long should I wait to respond to his text message? Can I friend him on Facebook? Why did he ask for my number but never call me? When The Rules was published in 1995, its message was straightforward: be mysterious. But for w
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Spalona Żywcem Wyd. Kieszonkowe - Souad
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Opis - Pierwsze na świecie świadectwo ofiary zbrodni honorowej. Miała siedemnaście lat i zakochała się: zhańbiła rodzinę. Więc rodzina wydała na nią wyrok śmierci... Pokochała go pierwszą miłością. Myślała, że się z nią ożeni. Ale ukochany zniknął, a ona odkryła, że jest w ciąży. A w jej świecie to najcięższa zbrodnia... W zapomnianej przez Boga wiosce w Cisjordanii kobiety są warte mniej niż zwierzęta domowe. Tu mężczyzna jest panem życia i śmierci żony, córki, siostry. Brat może bezkarnie zabić siostrę, matka - córkę, kolejną bezużyteczną dziewczynkę, jaka się urodzi. Tu kobiecie odbiera się godność, a nawet życie zgodnie z odwiecznym obyczajem i uświęconą tradycją. A śmierć jest karą dla dziewczyny, która zhańbi rodzinę. Tak jak Souad. Wyrok wydaje jej ojciec. Szwagier dokonuje egzekucji. Oblewa Souad benzyną i podpala... SOUAD przeżyła - cudem, ale rodzina usiłowała zabić ją nawet w szpitalu. Na zawsze jednak pozostanie straszliwie okaleczona - na ciele i duszy. I wciąż musi się ukrywać; dopóki żyje, jej rodzinę okrywa hańba. Spalona żywcem, opublikowana pod pseudonimem szokująca opowieść o piekle, jakim było jej dzieciństwo i młodość, stała się międzynarodowym bestsellerem. Wydana w 37 w krajach książka przerywa tabu milczenia wobec istniejącej nadal w krajach muzułmańskich barbarzyńskiej tradycji. Nieludzkiego obyczaju, prawa mężczyzn, na mocy którego co najmniej pięć tysięcy kobiet pada co roku ofiarą zbrodni honorowej. Nazwa - Spalona Żywcem Wyd. Kieszonkowe Autor - Souad Oprawa - Miękka Wydawca - Amber Kod ISBN - 9788324159406 Kod EAN - 9788324159406 Wydanie - 1 Rok wydania - 2016 Tłumacz - 31182,maria rostworowska; Format - 110 x 175 x 14 Ilość stron - 224 Podatek VAT - 5% Premiera - 2016-06-23
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Under the Duvet Penguin
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'When people ask me what I do for a crust and I tell them that I'm a novelist, they immediately assume that my life is a non-stop carousel of limos, television appearances, hair-dos, devoted fans, stalkers and all the glitzy paraphernalia of being a public figure. It's time to set the record straight. I write alone, in a darkened bedroom, wearing my PJs, eating bananas, my laptop on a pillow in front of me ...' Her novels are adored by millions around the world
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Please Don't Take My Baby HarperCollins Publishers
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'I'm going to love my baby and give her lots of attention,' Jade said. 'I'll show my mum she's wrong.' Jade, 17, is pregnant, homeless and alone when she's brought to live with Cathy. Jade is desperate to keep her baby, but little more than a child herself, she struggles with the responsibilities her daughter brings. Cathy is worried as soon as Jade arrives: she's never looked after a pregnant teenager before, but none of the mother and baby carers is free, and - seventeen years old, seven months pregnant and homeless - Jade is in a desperate situation. But Jade doesn't want to listen or advice and although her daughter is born safely it isn't long before Jade's in trouble with the police. Cathy knows that Jade loves her daughter with all her heart, but will she be able to get through to Jade in time to make her realise just how much she might lose?
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HANK WILLIAMS 6 CD PICTURES FROM LIFE'S OTHER SIDE THE MAN AND HIS MUSIC IN RARE RECORDINGS AND PHOTOS WYDAWCA
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Dostępność:od 2020.02.07 CD 1: 1. Introduction 2. Where The Old Red River Flows (Acetate Version 206) 3. How Can You Refuse Him 4. Alabama Waltz 5. Lord Build Me A Cabin 6. Nobody's Lonesome For Me (Acetate Version 1) 7. Gathering Flowers For The Master's Bouquet (Acetate Version 1) 8. The Blind Child's Prayer 9. When God Dips His Love In My Heart (Acetate Version 1) 10. A Mansion On The Hill 11. Nobody's Lonesome For Me (Acetate Version 2) 12. I'll Have A New Life (Acetate Version 2) 13. Everything's Okay 14. Mother's Best Theme 15. I Heard My Mother Praying For Me (Acetate Version 4) 16. Move It On Over (Acetate Version 3) 17. I Saw The Light (Acetate Version 3) 18. Seaman's Blues 19. Something Got Hold On Me 20. Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain 21. I've Just Told Mama Goodbye 22. May You Never Be Alone (Acetate Version 5) 23. Dear Brother (Acetate Version 5) 24. They'll Never Take Her Love From Me 25. Wait For The Light To Shine (Acetate Version 5) CD 2: 1. Pins and Needles (In My Heart) 2. Heard My Mother Praying For Me 3. Cool Water 4. Lonely Tombs (Oh Those Tombs) (Acetate Version 7) 5. I Just Don't Like This Kind of Living 6. Jesus Remembered Me 7. On The Banks Of The Ponchatrain 8. Calling You 9. My Sweet Love Ain't Around (Acetate Version 8) 10. Where The Soul Never Dies 11. Mind Your Own Business (Acetate Version 9) 12. When God Dips His Love In My Heart 13. Cold Cold Heart (Acetate Version 10) ( 14. Sally Goodin 15. Dear John (Acetate Version 10) 16. Something Got Hold of Me 17. Move It On Over (Acetate Version 11) 18. I'll Have A New Life (Acetate Version 11) 19. Faded Love And Winter Roses (Acetate Version 10) 20. I Saw The Light (Acetate Version 11) 21. At The First Fall Of Snow 22. When God Dips His Love In My Heart (Acetate Version 11) 23. Wedding Bells 24. Where The Soul Of Man Never Dies (Acetate Version 8) CD 3: 1. Why Don't You Love Me 2. Dear Brother (Acetate Version 12) 3. Why Should We Try Anymore 4. Jesus Died For Me 5. Long Gone Lonesome Blues 6. Lonely Tombs (Oh Those Tombs) (Acetate Version 12) 7. Dear John (Acetate Version 12) 8. I Heard My Mother Praying For Me (Acetate Version 13) 9. Moanin' The Blues (Acetate Version 207) 10. I'll Have A New Life (Acetate Version 10) 11. Dear John (Acetate Version 204) 12. I'll Fly Away (Acetate Version 204) 13. Cold Cold Heart (Acetate Version 205) 14. Farther Along 15. May You Never Be Alone (Acetate Version 18) 16. I'll Have A New Life (Acetate Version 207) 17. Next Sunday Darling Is My Birthday 18. Deck Of Cards 19. Tennessee Border 20. Dear Brother ( 21. I Can't Help It (If I'm Still In Love With You) (Acetate Version 20) 22. Gathering Flowers For The Master's Bouquet (Acetate Version 14) 23. Pictures From Life's Other Side 24. I'm Gonna Sing (Acetate Version 19) 25. Just Waitin' (Acetate Version 19) 26. When The Fire Comes Down From Heaven ( 27. My Sweet Love Ain't Around (Acetate Version 20) 28. Where The Soul Of Man Never Dies (Acetate Version 20) CD 4: 1. I Can't Help It (If I'm Still In Love With You) (Acetate Version 23) 2. Drifting Too Far From The Shore 3. Just When I Needed You (Acetate Version 13) 4. I'll Fly Away (Acetate Version 21) 5. Cold Cold Heart (Acetate Version 21) 6. The Old Country Church 7. Move It On Over (Acetate Version 14) 8. Thy Burdens Are Greater Than Mine 9. Faded Love And Winter Roses (Acetate Version 13) 10. I Heard My Savior Calling Me 11. Just When I Needed You (Acetate Version 21) 12. Farther Along (Acetate Version 13) 13. There's Nothing As Sweet As My Baby 14. Wait For The Light To Shine (Acetate Version 1) 15. Where The Old Red River Flows 16. Thirty Pieces Of Silver 17. On Top Of Old Smoky 18. The Prodigal Son 19. Moanin' The Blues (Acetate Version 22) 20. I Dreamed About Mama Last Night (Acetate Version 24) 21. Where The Old Red River Flows (Acetate Version 23) 22. Where He Leads Me 23. I Hang My Head And Cry 24. At The Cross CD 5: 1. I Dreamed About Mama Last Night (Acetate Version 25) 2. I Heard My Savior Calling Me (Acetate Version 24) 3. Low And Lonely 4. Steal Away / The Funeral 5. Mind Your Own Business (Acetate Version 25) 6. I Dreamed About Mama Last Night (Acetate Version 26) 7. I Just Don't Like This Kind Of Livin' 8. The Pale Horse And His Rider 9. My Sweet Love Ain't Around (Acetate Version 25) 10. I Saw The Light (Acetate Version 18) 11. I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry 12. I Heard My Savior Calling Me (Acetate Version 147) 13. If I Didn't Love You 14. Wait For The Light To Shine (Acetate Version 24) 15. You Blotted My Happy School Days 16. Dust On The Bible 17. I've Been Down That Road Before 18. I've Got A One-Way Ticket To The Sky 19. Hey Good Lookin' (Acetate Version 26) 20. Searching For A Soldier's Grave 21. California Zephyr 22. Softly And Tenderly 23. (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle (Acetate Version 162) 24. I Am Bound For The Promised Land CD 6: 1. Have I Told You Lately That I Love You 2. When The Saints Go Marching in 3. Hey Good Lookin' (Acetate Version 157) 4. I'm Gonna Sing (Acetate Version 157) 5. I Can't Help It (If I'm Still In Love With You) (Acetate Version 158) 6. Lonely Tombs (Oh Those Tombs) (Acetate Version 158) 7. Crazy Heart (Incomplete) 8. I Can't Tell My Heart That 9. Precious Lord Take My Hand 10. Just Waitin' (Acetate Version 25) 11. From Jerusalem To Jericho 12. I'll Sail My Ship Alone 13. Mother's Best Flower Advertisement 14. I'll Have A New Life (Acetate Version 29) 15. (I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle (Acetate Version 27) 16. I Dreamed That The Great Judgement Morning 17. Cherokee Boogie 18. That Beautiful Home 19. Closing / Lovesick Blues
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Shadow of the Sun Penguin
Literatura faktu
'Only with the greatest of simplifications, for the sake of convenience, can we say Africa. In reality, except as a geographical term, Africa doesn't exist'. Ryszard Kapuscinski has been writing about the people of Africa throughout his career. In a study that avoids the official routes, palaces and big politics, he sets out to create an account of post-colonial Africa seen at once as a whole and as a location that wholly defies generalised explanations. It is both a sustained meditation on the mosaic of peoples and practises we call 'Africa', and an impassioned attempt to come to terms with humanity itself as it struggles to escape from foreign domination, from the intoxications of freedom, from war and from politics as theft. The Beginning: Collision, Ghana 1958 More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. Just yesterday, an autumnal London was drenched in rain. The airplane drenched in rain. A cold, wind, darkness. But here, from the morning
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BIG DICK Little Dick Chipmunkapublishing
Książki / Literatura obcojęzyczna
By Stephen BroughtonISBN: 9781847470799Published: 2007Pages: 274Key Themes: humour, suicidal thoughts, abuseDescriptionone man's journey of discovery finding mental ill health as a gift pointing the way understanding dreams and suicidal thoughts meeting the man he should have been little dick surviving an upbringing by a narcisstic mother and a disinterested father, Big Dick. About the AuthorAuthor Stephen has been a trustee of his local MIND group for nearly 20 years and has had suicide as his Plan B for as long as he can remember. He presents 'Thought for the Day' on BBC local radio, sings in a choir and runs marathons very slowly. Stephen is a Ssolicitor, often described by clients as 'not like a real solicitor' which he takes as a great compliment. Most of his friends seem to be mad as well. Book ExtractWe all dream and we probably dream every night. But have you wondered why we only remember some of the dreams and the others are consigned to some cerebral recycle bin? And why we sometimes have the same dream over and over again. I have had, for so long as I have known, a dream where I suddenly discover that I have a house. A tiny derelict house with an over grown garden. Hidden away with no proper path to it. And when I look at the house I see that there's so much work to be done to make it into a place to live that I know its beyond me and that makes me very sad. And there's another dream where I've killed someone a long time ago and nobody but me knows and I'm afraid that someone will some day find out the terrible thing that I have done. And I wake up believing the dream is true not knowing how I can live with myself having done the terrible thing that I have done. So this book is about how I found out about the person I might have killed and how I first found and then set about rebuilding the house that was nothing but an empty shell with a gaping hole in the roof. And have you ever wondered why we have the memories of our childhood that we have? Sometimes trivial every day memories. Like a video running in our mind which never got erased by the other trivial every day memories that we record each day. I have always remembered as if it was yesterday, the day when a white van drew up outside our house and a man in a white coat got out. Our dog was a corgi we called Lightie. The man came into our living room. Lightie was behind the sofa and he picked her up in his arms and took her away. And I never knew why I remembered that so well. Many years later when I had gone past the age they call middle age I told my mother about that memory. She was amazed at what I said because she said I could only have been about 12 months at the time. I had just started to walk and the dog was getting old and no longer as reliable as it needed to be with a toddler around.
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Letter from America Penguin
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When Alistair Cooke retired in March 2004 and then died a few weeks later, he was acclaimed by many as one of the greatest broadcasters of all time. His Letters from America, which began in 1946 and continued uninterrupted every week until early 2004, kept the world in touch with what was happening in Cooke's wry, liberal and humane style. This selection, made largely by Cooke himself and supplemented by his literary executor, gives us the very best of these legendary broadcasts. Over half have never appeared in print before. It is a remarkable portrait of a continent - and a man. Fred Astaire 26 June 1987 Movie stars don't make it. Nor statesmen. Not Prime Ministers, or dictators unless they die in office. Not even a world-famous rock star, unless he's assassinated. But last Monday, none of the three national television networks hesitated about the story that would lead the evening news. On millions of little screens in this country and I don't doubt in many other countries around the world, the first shots were of an imp, a graceful wraith, a firefly in impeccable white tie and tails. And for much longer than the lead story usually runs, for a full five minutes on NBC, we were given a loving retrospective of the dead man, ending with the firm declaration by Nureyev that 'He was not just the best ballroom dancer, or tap dancer, he was simply the greatest, most imaginative, dancer of our time.' And the newsmen were right to remind us of the immortal comment of the Hollywood mogul, who, with the no-nonsense directness of an expert, reported on Fred Astaire's first film test: 'Has enormous ears, can't act, can't sing, dances a little.' That Hollywood mogul, long gone, spent his life ducking round corners, to avoid being identified as the oaf who looked in the sky and never saw the brightest star. However, that expert opinion was, as the lawyers say, controlling at the time and in Astaire's first movies, there was no thought of allowing him to act or sing. But not for long. And thanks to the invention of television, and the need to fill vast stretches of the afternoon and night with old movies, it has been possible for my daughter, for instance, to claim Fred Astaire as her favourite film star from the evidence of all the movies he made fifteen, ten, five, three years before she was born. When I got the news on Monday evening here, and realized with immediate professional satisfaction that the BBC had smartly on hand a musical obituary tribute to him I put together eight years ago, I couldn't help recalling the casual, comic way this and similar radio obituaries came about. I was in London at the end of 1979, and Richard Rodgers - one of the two or three greatest of American songwriters - had just died, I believe on New Year's Eve or the night before. Britons, by then, were getting accustomed, without pain, to making what used to be a two-day Christmas holiday into a ten-day much-needed rest. For all laborious research purposes, the BBC was shut up. And there was no retrospective programme on the life and music of Richard Rodgers in the BBC's archives. Of course, in a gramophone library that looks like an annex to the Pentagon, there were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of recordings of his songs. The SOS went out to a writer, a producer, and - I presume - a man who had the key to the gramophone library. The silent place was unlocked, and the three of them laboured through the day to put together an hour's tribute to Richard Rodgers. It was done. It was competent enough, but rushed to an impossible deadline. This hasty improvisation happened just when my own music producer and I, who had enjoyed working together for six years or so on American popular music, were wondering what we could offer next. We'd done a sketch history of jazz, through individuals. We'd gone through all the popular music of the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s, and were stumped for a new series, at which point I asked if we mightn't go and talk to the head of the channel, network or whatever. We went in, and the genial boss asked me what we had in mind. 'A morgue,' I said. A what? 'Where', I asked, 'is your morgue?' He was not familiar with the word, a newspaper term. 'Well,' I said, 'all newspapers have them.' 'How d'you mean?' 'If, I explained, 'Mrs Thatcher died tonight and you woke up and read a two-sentence obituary, you'd be rightly outraged. But if you saw a two-page obituary, you'd take it for granted. When d'you suppose it was written?' 'That's right,' he said thoughtfully. What I was proposing was a morgue of the Americans eminent in popular music and jazz, so they'd not get caught short again. A splendid idea, the man said; pick your stars. We made a list and were commissioned to return to America and finish all of them. Naturally, we looked at a calendar, and birthdates of Hoagy Carmichael, Earl Hines, Harold Arlen, Ethel Merman, Stephane Grappelli, Ella Fitzgerald. But then, in a spasm of panic, we thought of two giants - if the word can be used about two comparative midgets: Irving Berlin and Fred Astaire. Berlin was then 91. And Fred Astaire was just crowding 80. The boss man, to whom the idea of a morgue had been, only a few minutes before, quaint if not morbid, wondered what we were waiting for. Better get busy, at once, on Berlin and then on Astaire. I remember doing the Astaire obit, then and there, while I was still in London. Meanwhile, we'd simply pray every night that the Lord would keep Irving Berlin breathing till I could get home and get busy. I remember being picked up in a car by a charming young girl to get to the BBC and record my Astaire narration - there wasn't a moment to lose. She asked me, in the car, what the script was that I was clutching. 'It's an obituary', I said, 'of Fred Astaire.' 'Fred Astaire,' she shrieked, 'dead?' and almost swerved into a bus. 'Of course, he's not dead,' I said, 'but he's going to be one day.' She, too, was new to the institution of a morgue. I recalled that when I was a correspondent for a British paper in the United States, and when for example. Dean Acheson was appointed Secretary of State, the first cable I had from my editor said, 'Welcome Acheson obituary soonest.' How ghoulish, she said. I imagine that to two generations at least, it's assumed that Fred Astaire, this slim, pop-eyed newcomer to Hollywood who couldn't act, couldn't sing, danced a little, only made a fool of the mogul through the movies he made, with Ginger Rogers, in the mid- and late 1930s. But long before then, from the mid-1920s on, he was already an incomparable star - as a dancer - to theatre audiences both in New York and in London. Perhaps more in London than anywhere, certainly in the 1920s, with the early Gershwin hits, Funny Face and Lady Be Good, and lastly, in 1933, in Cole Porter's Gay Divorce (which was the title of the theatre show; Hollywood would not then allow so shocking a title and called the movie version, The Gay Divorcee). Of all the thousands of words that have been written this week, and will be written, there is a passage I went back to on Tuesday night which, I think, as well as anything I know, sums up Astaire's overall appeal - the appeal that takes in but transcends one's admiration for his dancing and for his inimitably intimate singing style. This was written in November 1933, by a theatre critic who had so little feel for dancing that he marvelled why London should go on about 'Mr Astaire's doing well enough what the Tiller Girls at Blackpool do superbly'. The critic, the writer, was James Agate, the irascible, dogmatic, opinionated but brilliant journalist, and I believe the best critic of acting we have had this century. He is writing his review of Gay Divorce, after declaring yet again his contempt for musical comedy as an entertainment for idiots, deploring the play's plot and the acting and hoping 'Micawberishly, for something to turn up'. 'Presently,' he wrote, 'Mr Fred Astaire obliged, and there is really no more to be said.' Except
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