MARY JANE by Jessica Anya Blau
"I had just turned fourteen, it was 1975, and my ideas about homes, furniture, and cleanliness ran straight into me like an umbilical cord from my mother."
"I had just turned fourteen, it was 1975, and my ideas about homes, furniture, and cleanliness ran straight into me like an umbilical cord from my mother."
I am so impressed with the book “Wrong place wrong time” by Gillian McAllister. I cannot believe how the writer has imagined this plot and how she wrote each chapter, so it felt perfectly well proportioned for the back-in-time story. While…
After I saw the movie, I bought the book. And I liked the book as well as the movie!!! What surprised me the most when I read the book was not the plot, which was almost entirely different from the movie,…
Welcome to the Future! The girls, called eves, are designed in a laboratory. “Genetic Engineers were forced to create women to ensure the survival of the human race. And since they had the opportunity, it would have been foolish not to…
“Memories are powerful things. But–and this is important, my therapist said–so are the dark spaces. The things you choose, consciously or not, to repress. Always, they’re the things you need protection from. The too much: too terrifying, too shameful, too devastating.…
What will happen if one day everybody in the world who is at least twenty-two years old will receive a box? The box, the same size and the same material for everybody, will have not only the name of the receiver…
You would think that when you retire in your 70s, after forty years of marriage, four kids, and a good business, you will have a good life. Joy and Stan (the main characters of Liane Moriarty’s latest novel “Apples never fall”)…
“The Greeks sail, and take my hope with them. I cannot follow. I am tied to this earth where my ashes lie. I curl myself around the stone obelisk of his tomb. ACHILLES, it says, and nothing more. He has gone…
“- My name is Elizabeth Zott, and this is SUPPER AT SIX.” Hands on her hips, her lips outlined in Brick Red, her thick hair pulled back in a simple French twist secured with a number-two pencil, Elizabeth leveled her gaze…
“Erika knew surprisingly little about the Orthodox Church, most of her understanding coming from a single conversation she’d had in the eighties with a Romanian informer who had come to Vienna to discuss the terms of his employment. The professor had…
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