Tracker is known far and wide for his skills as a hunter – and he always works alone. But when he is engaged to find a child who disappeared three years ago, he must break his own rules, joining a group of eight very different mercenaries working together to find the boy.
The story begins in may 1536: anne boleyn is dead, decapitated in the space of a heartbeat by a hired french executioner. As her remains are bundled into oblivion, cromwell breakfasts with the victors. The blacksmith’s son from putney emerges from the spring’s bloodbath to continue his climb to power and wealth, while his formidable master, henry viii, settles to short-lived happiness with his third queen, jane seymour.
The god of small things offers a keen insight into human nature with sensuous prose and dreamlike style. It is set in kerala, india, during the late 60s where communism rattled the ancient caste system. The story starts off with the funeral of young sophie mol, who is the cousin of the protagonists – the twins, rahel and estha. In a serpentine and suspenseful narrative, arundhati roy unveils local politics, social taboos and historical aspects that lie underneath family tensions which leave the relationships irrevocably shattered. In this poignant novel, roy captures the children’s candid observations, while showing an adult’s clouded understanding and complex emotional life
Special 10th anniversary edition with exclusive extra behind-the-scenes material from the author it is 1939. In nazi germany, the country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier – and will become busier still. By her brother’s graveside, liesel’s life is changed forever when she picks up a single object, abandoned in the snow. It is the gravedigger’s handbook, and this is her first act of book thievery. So begins liesel’s love affair with books and words, and soon she is stealing from nazi book-burnings, the mayor’s wife’s library
In the house of helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the titans, a daughter is born. Circe is a strange child not powerful and terrible, like her neither father, nor do gorgeous and mercenary like her mother. Scorned and rejected, circe grows up in the shadows, at home in neither the world of gods or mortals. But circe has a dark power of her own: witchcraft. When her gift threatens the gods, she is banished to the island of aiaia where she hones her occult craft, casting spells, gathering strange herbs and taming wild beasts.
Fourteen-year-old dita is one of the many imprisoned by the nazis at auschwitz. Taken, along with her mother and father, from the terezin ghetto in prague, dita is adjusting to the constant terror that is life in the camp. When jewish leader freddy hirsch asks dita to take charge of the eight precious books the prisoners have managed to smuggle past the guards, she agrees.
Beloved author elizabeth gilbert returns to fiction with a unique love story set in the new york city theater world during the 1940s. Told from the perspective of an older woman as she looks back on her youth with both pleasure and regret (but mostly pleasure), city of girls explores themes of female sexuality and promiscuity, as well as the idiosyncrasies of true love.
Arjie is a ‘funny boy’ who prefers dressing as a girl. This novel follows the life of his family through arjie’s eyes as he struggles to come to terms both with his own homosexuality and with the racism of the society in which he lives. In the north of sri lanka there’s a war going on between the army and the tamil tigers, and gradually it begins to encroach on the family’s comfortable life. Sporadic acts of violence flare into full-scale riots and lead, ultimately, to tragedy.
A woman; a war; a child that changed everything. Spanning the sweep of the twentieth century, we must be brave is a luminous and profoundly moving novel about the people we rescue and the ways in which they rescue us back. She was fast asleep on the back seat of the bus. Curled up, thumb in mouth. Four, maybe five years old. I turned around. The last few passengers were shuffling away from me down the aisle to the doors. ‘whose is this child?’ i called. Nobody looked back.