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Meet single mum Samantha, entrepreneur Rhea, and first-time mother Tahlie, all from different walks of life, brought together by their weekly mum and baby group in the town of Hickory Creek. Here they all find support—and a moment's peace—in the haze of raising their new-borns. But when the group is cancelled due to a lack of funds, it looks like the invaluable support they received will be no more.

Dr. Hannes Hennes, leicht unterforderter Mathelehrer, glücklicher Ehemann und Vater, könnte ein zufriedener Mensch sein. Doch seit dieser demütigenden Sache bei der Nobelpreisverleihung in Stockholm und dem peinlichen Auftritt bei Günther Jauch läuft in seinem Leben alles schief. Natürlich hätte er auch niemals mit dem Jagdgewehr seines besten Freundes schießen dürfen.

Da Unkraut bekanntlich nicht vergeht, haben Heff und seine Mannen den Flugzeugabsturz vollzählig überlebt, sind nun aber in den dunkelsten Tiefen des Schwarzwaldes gestrandet. Dabei war der letzte Betriebsurlaub doch genug Wildnis ... und woher kommen diese Kuckucksuhren?

"La scatola di cuoio vissuto era sistemata da sempre su un cassettone di legno massiccio nello studio di don Pantaleo, a San Clemente. Dal giorno di Natale del 1968 aveva colpito la fantasia di Antonio Forini, trentasei anni, magro, un po’ curvo, quasi calvo, lenti spesse da miope, strampalato, “un tipo che, fra centomila lire e un portachiavi di metallo, sceglie il portachiavi, senza pensarci due volte”". Un’insolita favola nera sull’invidia, l’avidità e i più bassi sentimenti umani.

When Edith and a select group of employees at Winked advertising agency are sent to Consequi, an elite three-day work retreat in the remote mountains, she sees an opportunity to impress her bosses and dodge an inevitable restructure. But this is no ordinary corporate retreat. Trapped together in the revamped convent, the threat of mass redundancy looming over them, their phones confiscated and the team-building activities becoming increasingly extreme, the 'work family's' cracks begin to widen–and Edith has a secret that threatens to make her the office outcast: the stinkbug.

L'umorismo, che in "Debito formativo" era puramente ludico e finalizzato alla narrazione, non poteva che trovare una connotazione amara e desolante, anche se il lettore non faticherà a trarre, anche da qui, un qualche motivo di isolata ilarità.

Money is everything. Especially to John Self, a successful commercial director from London. He spends his days steeped in booze and pornography and prostitutes, lost in the hedonistic lifestyle of his peers. But John has bigger dreams, and he sets off for America on the invitation of the filmmaker Fielding Goodney in the hope of getting his first feature film, titled Good Money, off the ground. It is in America where John must contend with his degenerative proclivities, or risk the life he’s built.

Saffy Huntley-Oliver's life is going great. Even better than usual! She's got a fabulous new boyfriend, Jonathan, and they are crazy in love; she has literally got away with (lots of) murder; her favourite hairstylist has got out of jail so she can finally get a proper blow-out; and now that she's no longer single, she can get back to her favourite hobby of killing all the bad men she can find.

Nicht nur für Schottland-Liebhaber sondern auch für alle Fans von Spannung mit einem guten Schuss schwarzen Humors: Nachdem sie einen richtig großen Job versaut haben, bleibt drei Glasgower Auftragskillern nur die Flucht auf die karge und schöne Hebriden-Insel Jura, getarnt als Outdoor-Touristen. Ihre Tarnung fliegt auf, doch Juras eigenbrötlerische Einwohner zeigen sich gesprächsbereit; schließlich gilt es zu verhindern, dass ein Milliardär die Insel in einen Golfclub verwandelt.

Saul Shields is clearly one maladjusted individual. Contains depictions of self-harm and other mildly explicit content includng graphic language and drug abuse.

In the playful style of Tom Robbins, Ed Abbey, and Kurt Vonnegut, Shawn Hartje’s Pipeliner is a laugh-out-loud journey through ‘90s culture. Idaho, 1993: Seventeen-year-old Jason Krabb falls for a girl from the other side of town who’s mixed up with a ragtag crew of pipeliners bringing gas lines through the high desert. Jason’s hilariously naive struggle to distinguish himself as one of the crew while attempting to leave his mark on the ‘90s grunge scene is a stirring reflection on adolescence.

A ruthless gang. A corrupt government. A detective in search of the truth. A vigilante with a few screws loose…okay, maybe more than a few. Alex Wagner didn’t come to Hampton looking for trouble—but it sure as hell found him the day he crossed paths with Randy. Randy isn’t your ordinary vigilante. He’s a lethally trained ex-intelligence operative on a mission from God—that is, according to him, anyway. By day, he goes undercover as a drifter in threadbare disguise. By night, he lurks in Hampton’s shadows, pursuing his own warped version of justice.

Failed lawyer Robert Green has such a good plan: Crack three hundred safe-deposit boxes and sail off to South America with his brilliant, morally flexible sister, Penny. If it weren’t for the damned freezing rain. In the dying resort town of Granite Shores, cop Jack Biddle is self-appointed king—mostly of bad decisions. Between his family’s crumbling legacy, a wife who just joined the city council, and life-threatening gambling debts, Jack’s looking for a way out. Then he spots a van spinning off a mountain road into the valley below.

In this fiendishly original novel, Mark Leyner is a leather-blazer-wearing, Piranha 793-driving, narcotic-guzzling monster who has potential rivals eliminated by his bionically enhanced bodyguards, has his internal organs tattooed, and eavesdrops on the erotic fantasies of Victoria's Secret models–fantasies that naturally revolve around him.

When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invited me to their crime-writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Obviously, that didn’t pan out.

Everyone in my family has killed someone. Some of us, the high achievers, have killed more than once. I’m not trying to be dramatic, but it is the truth. Some of us are good, others are bad, and some just unfortunate. I’m Ernest Cunningham. Call me Ern or Ernie. I wish I’d killed whoever decided our family reunion should be at a ski resort, but it’s a little more complicated than that.

Meet Lance. 38-years-old. Works a meaningless job. Still lives above his parents’ garage. By all accounts, a world-class loser. Except for one glaring exception… he has a million-dollar face. Lance has been mistaken twenty-eight times for the Oscar-winning movie star, James Jansen, and for the last 10 years, he’s saved his money, studied Jansen’s films, his moves, his idiosyncrasies, even the way he speaks. Now, after an unceremonious termination from his job, Lance has decided that the time has come to go after his dream.

Thelonious 'Monk' Ellison's once-acclaimed writing career has bottomed out: his latest manuscript has been rejected by seventeen publishers. He seethes on the sidelines of the literary establishment as he watches the meteoric success of We's Lives in Da Ghetto, a first novel by a woman who once visited 'some relatives in Harlem for a couple of days'. Meanwhile, Monk struggles with real family tragedies – his aged mother is fast succumbing to Alzheimer's, and he still grapples with the reverberations of his father's suicide seven years before.

Panicked by his own mortality, despondent over his many failings as a writer and a man, Dunne leaves his wife and their three-year old child for the solitude of a crummy apartment off the Vegas Strip. There he plans to write an account of the city as he finds it; the book he ends up writing is "a fiction which recalls time both real and imagined."

We arrived at a villa on the Amalfi Coast, ready to enjoy a sun-soaked weekend with our oldest friends - and one new face. By the end of the weekend, my husband is found dead. But how can I mourn him, when on the day of his funeral I discover he was having an affair? The only suspects are the women we went on holiday with. My oldest, closest friends. Do I really want to dig into my husband's secret? Do I really want to know who betrayed me?