The apocalypse is nigh, the antichrist has been born. His name is Adam, he has a dog called Dog, three best friends, and it’s a glorious summer to be a boy in Lower Tadfield. Meanwhile, an Angel and a Demon have agreed that whilst they know the apocalypse should probably happen at some point, they don’t think it should be quite yet.
Cheryl Strayed had hit rock bottom, and then had managed to find a crevice in that rocky bed to sink herself even further into the despair of grief and regret. With nowhere to go and no one to help she made the single most impulsive decision of her life – she would hike more than a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail. Alone.
Eliza Kane, a golfing star looking down the barrel of early retirement, heads back to the Isle of Wight to prove her grandmother’s innocence. A simple task she thought, but her grandmother’s past is darker than Eliza could ever have guessed.
When you’re barely earning more than minimum wage in London, decent housing can be hard to come by. So when your options are between a mould infested mushroom farm and a nice little one bed that’s just within budget it’s a no brainer, isn’t it? There’s only one caveat, you have to share the flat, and the bed, with a complete stranger that you will never meet.
Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine. There is no way she could be anything else, with her perfect routine optimised for efficiency in accumulating the necessities, like milk, tinned spaghetti, and 2 litres of vodka, whilst avoiding time-consuming activities, like talking to humans. But her simple world is flipped on its head when a simple change to her routine ends with her saving the life of an elderly gentleman who had collapsed in the street. One act of kindness and two lives saved.
Eleanor is engaged to a gorgeous, successful, and normal man who is everything she could have ever wanted and has a lovely family to boot. She is set up for life with her own photography career on the verge of taking off. Everything is fine, everything will be fine. So long as no one ever finds out that she is a werewolf with a psycho ex-boyfriend to match.
Peter Grant, a lowly bobby in London’s Metropolitan Police, is guarding a murder scene, as per proper protocol, when he meets a witness. Unfortunately, the witness is dead, on account of him being a ghost, but that doesn’t stop the doggedly determined Peter from taking a statement. This brings Peter to the attention of DI Thomas Nightingale, the Police Force’s only wizard.
Juliana is on the run. As a medical scientist and government employee, her last job pushed the boundaries of ethical, even if it was all done for the greater good. With the inevitable collapse of her department, Juliana made a run for it before she became nothing more than collateral damage in the name of plausible deniability. But now they want her back.
No turning back is a masterpiece of a work by journalist Rania Abouzeid who spent six years collecting these impactful stories from Syrians on all sides of the war. In mid 2013 the UN abandoned trying to count Syrian casualties due to difficulties in verifying the information, estimates put the death toll at 500,000 and half of the population is displaced. This book is history in its purest form, and Rania’s dedication to capture these stories is awe inspiring.
Myfanwy (pronounced like Tiffany but with an M) finds herself stood in the pouring London rain, surrounded by bodies, and with no memory. In her pocket is a letter, a letter from her old self with two choices. Run? Or find out who did this to her?