![]() As their relationship deepens–and Osita struggles to understand Vivek’s escalating crisis–the mystery gives way to a heart-stopping act of violence in a moment of exhilarating freedom. But Vivek’s closest bond is with Osita, the worldly, high-spirited cousin whose teasing confidence masks a guarded private life. As adolescence gives way to adulthood, Vivek finds solace in friendships with the warm, boisterous daughters of the Nigerwives, foreign-born women married to Nigerian men. ![]() Raised by a distant father and an understanding but overprotective mother, Vivek suffers disorienting blackouts, moments of disconnection between self and surroundings. ![]() What follows is the tumultuous, heart-wrenching story of one family’s struggle to understand a child whose spirit is both gentle and mysterious. ![]() One afternoon, in a town in southeastern Nigeria, a mother opens her front door to discover her son’s body, wrapped in colorful fabric, at her feet. ![]() What does it mean for a family to lose a child they never really knew? Named a Best Book of 2020 by The New York Times, The Washington Post, NPR, USA TODAY, Vanity Fair, Elle, Harper’s Bazaar, Marie Claire, Shondaland, Teen Vogue, Vulture, Lit Hub, Bustle, Electric Literature, and BookPage ![]()
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![]() ![]() According to Foucault’s theory, the punishment ways have changed from direct destruction of the flesh to control the soul’s transition. Based on the birth of the prison process, detailed and profoundly discusses the how as a form of punishment power to change. The book’s heart discusses the operation mechanism of control in modern society with punishment and discipline. At the suggestion of the original author Foucault, the title of the book uses “discipline” because Foucault was interested in the richness of the word to express both “standardized training” as a technique of social power and “discipline” when appropriate. ![]() And then the English translation of its title was changed to Discipline and Punish by translator Alan Sheridan %%%. Foucault is the original author of the book (Surveiller et punir: Naissance de la prison), and the original edition is written in French. ![]() ![]() ![]() by Andi Brown First published in 2006 1 edition in 1 language 1 previewable Borrow Listen. With humor and charm, Animal Cracker offers up a bunch of smart women who plot to get. You don't need to be an animal lover to love Animal Cracker, but if you are a champion of animal rights, you can't miss this one. Author of Whole Pet Diet, Animal Cracker. Is he merely annoying, or guilty of something much, much worse? Diane, her reporter roommate, and some savvy women in the office join forces to find out.More from readers: "Worth missing a night's sleep." And "I laughed and cried, but mostly laughed."Animal Cracker is the perfect read for anyone seeking sharp writing, clever women, and a great page-turner. Her gorgeous boss should be on her side, but instead obstructs her efforts to promote more animal adoptions. couldn't put it down, found myself laughing out loud through the plot's twists and turns, and would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys great dialogue and three dimensional characters."Animal Cracker's a comedy and a mystery! Diane Salvi has found the job of her dreams in a pet rescue operation. Who hasn't suffered in the workplace with a strangle-worthy boss? With humor and charm, "Animal Cracker" offers up a bunch of smart women who plot to get the goods on their boss at Boston's venerable Animal Protection Organization.Readers rave! "Hilarious plot is cleverly crafted around believable characters. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The birth of Kunjufu's two sons, Shikamana and Walker, further focused his energies on the contradictions inherent in black education and especially in the education of young black males. His presentations were well received, and Kunjufu eventually decided to make educational consulting his career in 1980 he founded a publishing and consulting company in Chicago called African American Images. ![]() Ten years later he finished a doctorate in business administration at Union Graduate School.ĭespite his formal training in business, Kunjufu was early on fascinated-and appalled-by the educational system for black students in America, and from 1974 onward he began delivering lectures and workshops treating the problems facing black educators. ![]() Kunjufu attended Illinois State University at Normal and received a bachelor of science degree in economics in 1974. As a young man, Kunjufu was urged by his father to volunteer his time at a number of different jobs, working without pay in exchange for learning firsthand how businesses and skilled craftsmen went about their work. Born on June 15, 1953, in Chicago, Kunjufu-who adopted a Swahili name in 1973-credits his parents, Eddie and Mary Brown, with affording him the encouragement, discipline, and stability that would later become the core of his program for the renewal of black society. ![]() ![]() Inspired by Saul Bellow and Vladimir Nabokov, as well as by his father Kingsley Amis, Amis himself has influenced many British novelists of the late 20th and early 21st centuries, including Will Self and Zadie Smith. ![]() Īmis's work centres on the excesses of " late-capitalist" Western society, whose perceived absurdity he often satirises through grotesque caricature he has been portrayed as a master of what The New York Times called "the new unpleasantness". In 2008, The Times named him one of the fifty greatest British writers since 1945. Amis served as the Professor of Creative Writing at the Centre for New Writing at the University of Manchester until 2011. He received the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for his memoir Experience and has been listed for the Booker Prize twice (shortlisted in 1991 for Time's Arrow and longlisted in 2003 for Yellow Dog). He is best known for his novels Money (1984) and London Fields (1989). Martin Louis Amis (born 25 August 1949) is a British novelist, essayist, memoirist, and screenwriter. Recorded April 2010 from the BBC Radio 3 programme Night Waves ![]() ![]() She begrudgingly allows him to stay, but on one condition: he must join the hunt with her.Īlthough they make an unlikely team, they soon find themselves drawn to each other. But when Wes arrives at Welty Manor, he finds only Margaret. He’s been fired from every apprenticeship he’s landed, and his last chance hinges on Master Welty taking him in. ![]() While Margaret is the best sharpshooter in town, only teams of two can register, and she needs an alchemist. Whoever is able to kill the hala will earn fame and riches, and unlock an ancient magical secret. When Margaret Welty spots the legendary hala, the last living mythical creature, she knows the Halfmoon Hunt will soon follow. ![]() Craig and Margaret Rogerson, about two people who find themselves competing for glory―and each other’s hearts―in a magical fox hunt. A romantic YA fantasy perfect for fans of Erin A. ![]() ![]() ![]() He was dressed as she had first seen him, in black. ![]() She stood, trying to calm her breath, and watched him. But it was a good hard slap, with the full force of her body behind it, and it snapped Damon's head to one side. ![]() She had no thought of doing it before she did it, and afterward she could scarcely believe what she had done. "Where's Stefan?"Ī line appeared between Damon's dark eyebrows. Every instinct that had lain quiet while she shouted into the violence of the wind was now begging her to run. She reeled back a couple of steps before she could stop herself. At that distance, she should have sensed another human being standing there, should have felt his body warmth or heard him. He was just behind her, so close that her clothes brushed his as she turned. "Damn you, answer me!" she shouted at the oak trees that bordered the graveyard.Ī dead oak leaf like a withered brown hand skittered up to her foot, but there was no answer. If Damon had done anything to Stefan, if Damon had hurt him. The thought of that same Power being turned against Stefan woke a hot fury inside her that burned against the wind. This weather was a show of his Power, meant to frighten her away. Elena's hands were cold, her lips and cheeks were numb, but she stood facing the screaming wind directly, shouting into it. Oak leaves swirled among the rows of granite headstones, and the trees lashed their branches together in frenzy. Icy wind whipped Elena's hair around her face, tearing at her light sweater. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Perfect for young, pre-literate children and budding artists, this board book features beautiful full-page paintings and a delightfully engaging wordless narrative. Illustrator Alexandra Day's painterly skills are fantastically immersive and her loving portrayal of the gentle dog and his trusting child companion are as winning as ever. and gets into some mischief along the way! What is a good dog to do?Īnother fantastic addition to the Good Dog, Carl series, this book features appealing, nearly wordless narratives, with the lovable (and somewhat mischievous) Rottweiler, Carl, and his little girl, Madeleine. ![]() With durable pages and large, detailed illustrations, this book will delight young children and toddlers. This new board book is the latest title from Alexandra Day. This new board book is the latest title from Alexandra Day, author and illustrator of the best-selling Good Dog, Carl series. ![]() She is the author of Good Dog, Carl and the rest of the beloved Carl books, including Carl. Carl the rottweiler baby-sits for the first time in this (almost) wordless picture book classic. Alexandra Day is the pseudonym for Sandra Louise Woodward Darling. When they leave for an ice cream cone and a walk around the neighborhood, a little elephant follows them. Goodnight, Good Dog Carl Everyones favorite babysitting dog is back, and this time he is. Aladdin Paperbacks, 6.99 (40pp) ISBN 978-1-7. This exciting story features iconic characters Carl and Madeleine as they visit a children's zoo and encounter different baby animals. In this new adventure, beloved children's icon Carl has his paws full with a curious baby elephant who likes backyard wading pools, playgrounds, and fruit stands! ![]() ![]() The thing that I notice is that it’s actually really rare among poets to get a construction of sound that’s as definitely rhythmical as that. Has anybody ever tried writing with that kind of jingle jangle jingle at all? It’s really interesting to try. There’s not very many people who get that. Has anybody heard this read aloud? Yeah, I’ve read it here a few times. So the way he recited it was very rapid and purely emphasizing the rhythm. “The Bells” was the earliest poem that I knew, and that determined my rhythmic system, probably, because my father would go around the house reciting it, because he taught it in high school. ![]() ![]() How many have read “The Bells” by Poe? And how many have not? Poe’s “.Bells” Well, that’d be kind of interesting to do. Are most of you familiar with Poe? How many here are familiar with Poe? How many here are not? – Yeah. Then, in America, the most interesting person around (at) the same time (as Pushkin, in the nineteenth-century), born 1809 and died early, 1849, is Edgar Allan Poe. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “I just wanted to make sure I couldn’t hurt our baby when we have sex, which you know with you, I want to do often-multiple times daily, in fact.” He runs his hand up my thigh and my sex quivers, suddenly desperate for his touch, needing to feel him inside me. Taking a left turn, Jake takes us into the hills toward home. He slides me a “let’s not go there” look. “I would have preferred it if you hadn’t said it at all to Dr. “What did you want me to call it?” he bites out. “I just can’t believe you of all people just said the word ‘penis.’” “You are so fuckin’ laughing.” He scowls. I try to compose my face before turning to him, but it betrays me. “I’m not laughing.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, staring out the passenger window. ![]() He’s not amused that ten minutes later, I’m still laughing about the penis comment. Will you stop fuckin’ laughing?” Jake growls. I’m so in trouble when we get out of here. I snuffle another laugh, and Jake fires me another pissed-off look as he turns my way. He sounds like he’s just finishing up a conversation about the weather, not one about his huge penis. “Cool, that’s really good to know,” he says, getting to his feet. There is no way you can hurt it, no matter how big you…um, are.” She looks so uncomfortable right now that I actually feel for her.īut I still want to laugh. “Um, Jake, the baby will be fine during intercourse. I know she’s desperately trying not to look at his crotch. Glamazon and can see her eyes are flicking to everything but Jake. ![]() |