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Penguin. Good. 1987. Paperback. Ex-Library; 10 oz.; 304 pages; Ex library PB w/library markings/aged/reading wear good clean/tight reading copy. Linden Hills is an enticing monument to … Mehr…
Penguin. Good. 1987. Paperback. Ex-Library; 10 oz.; 304 pages; Ex library PB w/library markings/aged/reading wear good clean/tight reading copy. Linden Hills is an enticing monument to black success, those who live ther represent the epitome of achievement. But for two young street poets who journey thru the community doing odd jobs one winter, it is a very different story. Behind the facades, they discover a place inhabited by lost souls trapped in the American dream. A beguiling epic, brilliant and magical yet so real. A fine description of emotions so human, some petty, some loving, and some grandiloquent. Author Naylor has written an American Classic, whose every page should be savored & enjoyed. ., Penguin, 1987, 2.5, Phoenix. Paperback. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., Phoenix, 2.5, SOFTBACK SHIPPED FROM THE UK.* Edn: Reprint.* Date of Publication: 1993(1991)* Publisher: Rider.* Binding and cover condition: Colour photo-illustrated soft card covers showing Mother Meera, with black and red titles to spine and face. No bumps or rubs. Minimal shelf wear to edges & corners. Very slight reading creases to spine, not to hinge. Seems lightly-used. VG+* Contents condition: PRIVATE COPY NOT EX-LIBRARY. Clean, crisp, tight & bright. No annotations, inscriptions or marks to text, no tanning but very slight age marks to page margins and edges. VG+* Illustrations: B/w line drawn vignettes to paragraph divisions.* Pages: 253 pp. text. iv pp. acknowledgements, author?s notes & blank pages at rear.* Product Description:- Destined to become a classic of spiritual autobiography, Hidden Journey is a candid and beautifully written account of a rational atheist's spiritual transformation in the face of an unexpected encounter with Mother Meera, an 18-year old Indian woman, seen as the embodiment of the Divine Mother. It's very hard to write about direct experience of the divine and the mystical without sounding like a madman. The things that the author reports happening to him through his relationship with the Indian avatar, Mother Meera, such as visual and auditory hallucinations, clairvoyance, and mystical union with all of creation are all pretty much standard issue for people achieving enlightenment in the Eastern tradition. They have been written about for centuries; but in the West, somebody lying on the floor in their room in a trance for 3 days repeating the names of the Goddess would earn himself a quick trip to a rubber room.* This is a VG reprint copy with absolutely minimal age & shelf wear.*, RIDER BOOKS, 1992-01-01, 3, SOFTBACK SHIPPED FROM THE UK.* Edn: Reprint.* Date of Publication: 1993(1991)* Publisher: Rider.* Binding and cover condition: Colour photo-illustrated soft card covers showing Mother Meera, with black and red titles to spine and face. No bumps or rubs. Minimal shelf wear to edges & corners. Very slight reading creases to spine, not to hinge. Seems lightly-used. VG+* Contents condition: PRIVATE COPY NOT EX-LIBRARY. Clean, crisp, tight & bright. No annotations, inscriptions or marks to text, no tanning but very slight age marks to page margins and edges. VG+* Illustrations: B/w line drawn vignettes to paragraph divisions.* Pages: 253 pp. text. iv pp. acknowledgements, author?s notes & blank pages at rear.* Product Description:- Destined to become a classic of spiritual autobiography, Hidden Journey is a candid and beautifully written account of a rational atheist's spiritual transformation in the face of an unexpected encounter with Mother Meera, an 18-year old Indian woman, seen as the embodiment of the Divine Mother. It's very hard to write about direct experience of the divine and the mystical without sounding like a madman. The things that the author reports happening to him through his relationship with the Indian avatar, Mother Meera, such as visual and auditory hallucinations, clairvoyance, and mystical union with all of creation are all pretty much standard issue for people achieving enlightenment in the Eastern tradition. They have been written about for centuries; but in the West, somebody lying on the floor in their room in a trance for 3 days repeating the names of the Goddess would earn himself a quick trip to a rubber room.* This is a VG reprint copy with absolutely minimal age & shelf wear.*, RIDER BOOKS, 1992-01-01, 3, Orion Publishing Group, Limited. Used - Good. Ships from the UK. Former library book; may include library markings. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages., Orion Publishing Group, Limited, 2.5, Bloom Books. Good. 5.19 x 1.5 x 8 inches. Paperback. 2012. 514 pages. <br>And in this quiet moment as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said, and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy. When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a ma n who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, i nnocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despit e his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to h im. Unable to resist Ana's quiet beauty, wit, and independent spi rit, Grey admits he wants her, too--but on his own terms. Shocke d yet thrilled by Grey's singular erotic tastes, Ana hesitates. F or all the trappings of success--his multinational businesses, hi s vast wealth, his loving family--Grey is a man tormented by demo ns and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks o n a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey's secrets and explores her own dark desires. An Instant #1 New York Times Bestseller More than 165 Million Copies Sold Wo rldwide One of 100 Great Reads in the Great American Read 133 Weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List This book is inten ded for mature audiences. Editorial Reviews Review A GoodReads Choice Awards Finalist for Best Romance In a class by itself. - Entertainment Weekly About the Author E L James is an incurabl e romantic and a self-confessed fangirl. After twenty-five years of working in television, she decided to pursue a childhood dream and write stories that readers could take to their hearts. The r esult was the controversial and sensuous romance Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Fr eed. In 2015, she published the #1 bestseller Grey, the story of Fifty Shades of Grey from the perspective of Christian Grey, and in 2017, the chart-topping Darker, the second part of the Fifty S hades story from Christian's point of view. She followed with the #1 New York Times bestseller, The Mister in 2019. Her books have been published in fifty languages and have sold more than 165 mi llion copies worldwide. E L James has been recognized as one of Time magazine's Most Influential People in the World and Publishe rs Weekly's Person of the Year. Fifty Shades of Grey stayed on th e New York Times bestseller list for 133 consecutive weeks. Fifty Shades Freed won the Goodreads Choice Award (2012), and Fifty Sh ades of Grey was selected as one of the 100 Great Reads, as voted by readers, in PBS's The Great American Read (2018). Darker was long-listed for the 2019 International DUBLIN Literary Award. Sh e was a producer on each of the three Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. The third ins tallment, Fifty Shades Freed, won the People's Choice Award for D rama in 2018. E L James is blessed with two wonderful sons and li ves with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard , and their West Highland terriers in the leafy suburbs of West L ondon. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. C HAPTER ONE I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Dam n my hairit just won't behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for be ing ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying fo r my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to br ush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I att empt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail a nd hope that I look semi-presentable. Kate is my roommate, and s he has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I've never heard of, for the student ne wspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram f or and one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this a fternoon, but notoday I have to drive 165 miles to downtown Seatt le in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holding s, Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of ou r university, his time is extraordinarily preciousmuch more preci ous than minebut he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, s he tells me. Damn her extracurricular activities. Kate is huddle d on the couch in the living room. Ana, I'm sorry. It took me ni ne months to get this interview. It will take another six to resc hedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I c an't blow this off. Please, Kate begs me in her rasping, sore thr oat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorg eous, strawberry blond hair in place and green eyes bright, altho ugh now red rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympa thy. Of course I'll go, Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol? NyQuil, please. Here are the qu estions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make not es, I'll transcribe it all. I know nothing about him, I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic. The questions wi ll see you through. Go. It's a long drive. I don't want you to be late. Okay, I'm going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later. I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this. I will. Good luck. And thanks, Anaas usual, you're my lifesaver. Gathering my backpack, I smile wryly at her, then he ad out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She'l l make an exceptional journalist. She's articulate, strong, persu asive, argumentative, beautifuland she's my dearest, dearest frie nd. The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, Washington, toward Interstate 5. It's early, and I don't have to be in Seatt le until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Kate has lent me her sp orty Mercedes CLK. I'm not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would ma ke the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the mile s slip away as I hit the pedal to the metal. My destination is t he headquarters of Mr. Grey's global enterprise. It's a huge twen ty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architec t's utilitarian fantasy, with GREY HOUSE written discreetly in st eel over the glass front doors. It's a quarter to two when I arri ve, greatly relieved that I'm not late as I walk into the enormou sand frankly intimidatingglass, steel, and white sandstone lobby. Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, bl onde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She's wearing the sharp est charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She lo oks immaculate. I'm here to see Mr. Grey. Anastasia Steele for K atherine Kavanagh. Excuse me one moment, Miss Steele. She arches her eyebrow as I stand self-consciously before her. I'm beginnin g to wish I'd borrowed one of Kate's formal blazers rather than w orn my navy-blue jacket. I have made an effort and worn my one an d only skirt, my sensible brown knee-length boots, and a blue swe ater. For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils o f my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn't intimidate me. Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Steele. You 'll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor. She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in. S he hands me a security pass that has visitor very firmly stamped on the front. I can't help my smirk. Surely it's obvious that I'm just visiting. I don't fit in here at all. Nothing changes. I in wardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators a nd past the two security men who are both far more smartly dresse d than I am in their well-cut black suits. The elevator whisks m e at terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide op en, and I'm in another large lobbyagain all glass, steel, and whi te sandstone. I'm confrontd by another desk of sandstone and anot her young blonde woman, this time dressed impeccably in black and white, who rises to greet me. Miss Steele, could you wait here, please? She points to a seated area of white leather chairs. Be hind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room w ith an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty match ing chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling wi ndow with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through th e city toward the Sound. It's a stunning vista, and I'm momentari ly paralyzed by the view. Wow. I sit down, fish the questions fr om my backpack, and go through them, inwardly cursing Kate for no t providing me with a brief biography. I know nothing about this man I'm about to interview. He could be ninety or he could be thi rty. The uncertainty is galling, and my nerves resurface, making me fidget. I've never been comfortable with one-on-one interviews , preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer m y own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a ch air in the campus library. Not sitting twitching nervously in a c olossal glass-and-stone edifice. I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, Steele. Judging from the building, which is too clinical a nd modern, I guess Grey is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair- haired to match the rest of the personnel. Another elegant, flaw lessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. Wha t is it with all the immaculate blondes? It's like Stepford here. Taking a deep breath, I stand up. Miss Steele? the latest blond e asks. Yes, I croak, and clear my throat. Yes. There, that soun ded more confident. Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I tak e your jacket? Oh, please. I struggle out of the jacket. Have y ou been offered any refreshment? Umno. Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble? Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young wom an at the desk. Would you like tea, coffee, water? she asks, turn ing her attention back to me. A glass of water. Thank you, I mur mur. Olivia, please fetch Miss Steele a glass of water. Her voic e is stern. Olivia scoots up and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer. My apologies, Miss Steele, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes. Olivia returns with a glass of iced water. Here you go, Miss St eele. Thank you. Blonde Number Two marches over to the large de sk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She si ts down, and they both continue their work. Perhaps Mr. Grey ins ists on all his employees being blonde. I'm wondering idly if tha t's legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dress ed, attractive African American man with short dreads exits. I ha ve definitely worn the wrong clothes. He turns and says through the door, Golf this week, Grey? I don't hear the reply. He turns , sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Ol ivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She's more nervous than me! Good afterno on, ladies, he says as he departs through the sliding door. Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss Steele. Do go through, Blonde Number Two says. I stand rather shakily, trying to suppress my nerves. G athering up my backpack, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door. You don't need to knockjust go i n. She smiles kindly. I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet and falling headfirst into the office. Double crapme and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Grey's office, and gentle hands are around me, helping me to stand. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy cowhe's so young. Mis s Kavanagh. He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm uprigh t. I'm Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit? So youngand attractive, very attractive. He's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copp er-colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shre wdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice. Um. Actually I mutter. If this guy is over thirty, then I'm a monkey's uncle. I n a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers tou ch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. Miss Kavanagh is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Grey. And you are? His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it's difficult to tell from h is impassive expression. He looks mildly interested but, above al l, polite. Anastasia Steele. I'm studying English literature wit h Kate, um . . . Katherine . . . um . . . Miss Kavanagh, at WSU V ancouver. I see, he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a sm ile in his expression, but I'm not sure. Would you like to sit? He waves me toward an L-shaped white leather couch. His office i s way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there's a modern dark wood desk that six people could co mfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. E verything else is whiteceiling, floors, and walls, except for the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty -six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisitea series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they lo ok like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking. A local artist. Trouton, says Grey when he catches my gaze. The y're lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary, I murmur, dis tracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head to one s ide and regards me intently. I couldn't agree more, Miss Steele, he replies, his voice soft, and for some inexplicable reason I f ind myself blushing. Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the Adonis who sinks gracefully into one of the wh ite leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, and ret, Bloom Books, 2012, 2.5, Century. Very Good. 162 x 242mm. Hardcover. 1999. 368 pages. Dj has minor rip<br>An old man wearing a brown robe is found wandering disoriented in the Arizona desert. He is miles f rom any human habitation and has no memory of how he got to be th ere, or who he is. The only clue to his identity is the plan of a medieval monastery in his pocket. So begins the mystery of Timel ine, a story that will catapult a group of young scientists back to the Middle Ages and into the heart of the Hundred Years' War. Timeline cements Michael Crichton's place as the king of the high -concept thriller, and a master storyteller to boot. Editorial R eviews Review When you step into a time machine, fax yourself through a quantum foam wormhole, and step out in feudal France circa 1357, be very, very afraid. If you aren't strapped b ack in precisely 37 hours after your visit begins, you'll miss th e quantum bus back to 1999 and be stranded in a civil war, caught between crafty abbots, mad lords, and peasant bandits all eager to cut your throat. You'll also have to dodge catapults that hurl sizzling pitch over castle battlements. On the social front, you should avoid provoking the butcher of Crecy or Sir Oliver may lo p your head off with a swoosh of his broadsword or cage and immer se you in Milady's Bath, a brackish dungeon pit into which live r ats are tossed now and then for prisoners to eat. This is the pl ight of the heroes of Timeline, Michael Crichton's thriller. They 're historians in 1999 employed by a tech billionaire-genius with more than a few of Bill Gates's most unlovable quirks. Like the entrepreneur in Crichton's Jurassic Park, Doniger plans a theme p ark featuring artifacts from a lost world revived via cutting-edg e science. When the project's chief historian sends a distress ca ll to 1999 from 1357, the boss man doesn't tell the younger histo rians the risks they'll face trying to save him. At first, the in terplay between eras is clever, but Timeline swiftly becomes a sw ashbuckling old-fashioned adventure, with just a dash of science and time paradox in the mix. Most of the cool facts are about the Middle Ages, and Crichton marvelously brings the past to life wi thout ever letting the pulse-pounding action slow down. At one po int, a time-tripper tries to enter the Chapel of Green Death. Unf ortunately, its custodian, a crazed giant with terrible teeth and a bad case of lice, soon has her head on a block. She saw a shad ow move across the grass as he raised his ax into the air. I dare you not to turn the page! Through the narrative can be glimpse d the glowing bones of the movie that may be made from Timeline a nd the cutting-edge computer game that should hit the market in 2 000. Expect many clashing swords and chase scenes through secret castle passages. But the book stands alone, tall and scary as a k night in armor shining with blood. --Tim Appelo --This text refer s to the paperback edition. From Kirkus Reviews So you think, al ong with all those benighted scientists, that the physical world has been pretty completely explained, and theres not likely to be anything new under the sun? Well, then, suggests blockbuster kin g Crichton, how about something old- and-newspecifically, quantum teleportation back to medieval France? Readers who checked under the bed for raptors after finishing The Lost World (1995), and w hoever else remains ignorant of the hundreds of time-travel fanta sies by non-bestselling authors, will be happily scared to know t hat the perils of journeying through time are just as great even if its a bunch of modern investigators of a contemporary mystery, rather than sleeping dinosaur DNA, making the trip. (First print ing of 1,500,000; Literary Guild Main Selection) -- Copyright ®19 99, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved. --This text refer s to the paperback edition. From AudioFile It all begins with an unwitting couple accidentally striking down a mysterious scienti st with their car in the middle of a New Mexico desert. In the fl ashes of events that occur thereafter, Crichton takes listeners o n a quantum journey through past and present. Stephen Lang is a g reat fit for this edgy mystery. He balances the story's incredibl e occurrences with an even-keeled performance. Lang gives life no t only to the characters he reads but to their environs. Timeline will not disappoint longtime fans or newcomers to Crichton's wor k. R.A.P. (c) AudioFile 2000, Portland, Maine-- Copyright © Audio File, Portland, Maine --This text refers to the paperback edition . Review Timeline combines all the ingredients that make Crichto n's books compulsive reading ... a brilliantly imagined story * L os Angeles Times * Hollywood's favourite thriller writer evokes t he experience of time travel superbly ... a rollicking read * Obs erver * A thrilling race against time * Daily Express * A crackin g thriller * Daily Express * The present and the long-ago past co llide [as] three young historians whisk themselves back to fourte enth-century feudal France to rescue a friend - and engulf themse lves in all manner of mind-blowing intrigue * Chicago Sun-Times * --This text refers to the paperback edition. From Library Journ al With Timeline, Crichton has written his best book since Jurass ic Park. Sometime in the future, a group of students is studying an archaeological site in France when the professor in charge dis appears. While uncovering 600-year-old documents from the remains of a monastery, they discover a note dated April 7, 1357, and wr itten in the professor's hand that says Help me. Three people the n embark on a journey back in time to rescue the professor. The f irst third of the book sets up the plot and discusses quantum tec hnology. The rest of the story is a heart-pounding adventure in 1 4th-century France. Crichton is a master at explaining complex co ncepts in simple terms. As in most of his novels, the characters are forgettable and overshadowed by ideas, but who reads Crichton for his characters? His plot is intriguing, and his well-researc hed history and science are certain to prompt discussions. Highly recommended. ---Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L. Copyright 1999 Reed Bu siness Information, Inc. --This text refers to the paperback edit ion. From Publishers Weekly And the Oscar for Best Special Effec ts goes to: Timeline! Figure maybe three years before those words are spoken, for Crichton's new novelAdespite media reports about trouble in selling film rights, which finally went to ParamountA is as cinematic as they come, a shiny science-fantasy adventure p owered by a superior high concept: a group of young scientists tr avel back from our time to medieval southern France to rescue the ir mentor, who's trapped there. The novel, in fact, may improve a s a movie; its complex action, as the scientists are swept into t he intrigue of the Hundred Years War, can be confusing on the pag e (though a supplied map, one of several graphics, helps), and mo st of its characters wear hats (or armor) of pure white or black. Crichton remains a master of narrative drive and cleverness. Fro m the startling opening, where an old man with garbled speech and body parts materializes in the Arizona desert, through the revel ation that a venal industrialist has developed a risky method of time-travel (based on movement between parallel universes; as in Crichton's other work, good, hard science abounds), there's not a dull moment. When elderly Yale history prof Edward Johnston trav els back to his beloved 15th century and gets stuck, and his assi stants follow to the rescue, excitement runs high, and higher sti ll as Crichton invests his story with terrific period detail and as castles, sword-play, jousts, sudden death and enough bold knig hts-in-armor and seductive ladies-in-waiting to fill any toystore 's action-figure shelves appear. There's strong suspense, too, as Crichton cuts between past and present, where the time-travel ma chinery has broken: Will the heroes survive and make it back? The novel has a calculated feel but, even so, it engages as no Crich ton tale has done since Jurassic Park, as it brings the past back to vigorous, entertaining life. Agent, Lynn Nesbit. 1,500,000 fi rst printing; Literary Guild nain selection; simultaneous large-p rint edition and audiobook. (Nov. 16) Copyright 1999 Reed Busine ss Information, Inc. --This text refers to the paperback edition. About the Author Born in Chicago in 1942, Michael Crichton firs t trained as a doctor before going on to become one of the most s uccessful writers in the world. In 1994 he achieved a feat unmatc hed by any other writer: by having simultaneously a number one TV series, book and movie with, respectively, ER (which he created) , Disclosure and Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park, on its release the highest-grossing film of all time. He also directed several movies, including The Great Railway Robbery with Sean Connery and Donald Sutherland. His high-concept thrillers were international bestsellers, and in total his books have sold more than 200 mill ion copies worldwide. He died in 2008. --This text refers to the paperback edition. From School Library Journal YA-Combining time travel, archaeological exploration, and a power struggle in medi eval France, this action-packed story will grab teens' attention from the very first page. ITC, a company located in the New Mexic o desert, is at the forefront of the new science of quantum techn ology. It has secretly developed a means of transporting humans b ack in time. In the Dordogne region of southwest France, a team o f company-sponsored archaeologists and historians is unearthing t he remains of a medieval castle, village, and monastery with the goal of developing a major tourist attraction. The words HELP ME followed by 4/7/1357 written in ink and on paper used in the 14th century are found at the site. It seems that Professor Johnston, the team leader, demanded that he be transported back to the set tlement, and obviously he is in danger there. A rescue effort is launched, and five people are transported back to April 1357: two escorts from ITC and three historians from the Dordogne project. Their time machine allows them 37 hours for the rescue, but with in minutes of their arrival, the escorts are killed by a band of horsemen. The three survivors set out to find the missing man, an d their race against time results in a gripping tale. YAs will be fascinated by this juxtaposition of modern-day physics with deta ils of a medieval siege. Molly Connally, Kings Park Library, Fair fax County, VA Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc. -- This text refers to the paperback edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. He should never have taken th at shortcut. Dan Baker winced as his new Mercedes S500 sedan bou nced down the dirt road, heading deeper into the Navajo reservati on in northern Arizona. Around them, the landscape was increasing ly desolate: distant red mesas to the east, flat desert stretchin g away in the west. They had passed a village half an hour earlie r- dusty houses, a church and a small school, huddled against a c liff- but since then, they'd seen nothing at all, not even a fenc e. Just empty red desert. They hadn't seen another car for an hou r. Now it was noon, the sun glaring down at them. Baker, a forty- year old building contractor in Phoenix, was beginning to feel un easy. Especially since his wife, an architect, was one of those a rtistic people who wasn't practical about things like gas and wat er. His tank was half-empty. And the car was starting to run hot. Liz, he said, are you sure this is the way? Sitting beside hi m, his wife was bent over the map, tracing the route with his fin ger. It has to be, she said. The guide-book said four miles beyon d the Corazon Canyon turnoff. But we passed Corazon Canyon twent y minutes ago. We must have missed it. How could we miss the tra ding post? she said. I don't know. Baker stared at the road ahea d. But there's nothing out here. Are you sure you want to do this ? I mean, we can get great Navajo rugs in Sedona. They sell al ki nds of rugs in Sedona. Sedona, she sniffed, is not authentic. O f coarse it's authentic, honey. A rug is a rug. Weaving. Okay. He sighed. A weaving. And no, it's not the same, she said. Those Sedona stores carry tourist junk- they're acrylic, not wool. I w ant the weavings that they sell on the reservation. And supposedl y the trading post has an old Sandpainting weaving from the twent ies, by Hosteen Klah. And I want it. Okay Liz. Personally, Baker didn't see why they needed another Navajo rug-weaving- anyway. T hey already had two dozen. She had them all over the house. And p acked away in closets, too. They drove on in silence. The road a head shimmered in the heat so it looked like a silver lake. And t here were mirages, houses or people rising up on the road, but al ways when you came closer, there was nothing there. Dan Baker s ighed again. We must've passed it. Let's go a few more miles, hi s wife said. How many more? I don't know. A few more. How man y, Liz? Let's decide how far we'll go with this thing. Ten more minutes, she said. Okay, he said, ten minutes. He was looking a t his gas gauge when Liz threw her hand to her mouth and said, Da n! Baker turned back to the road just in time to see a shape flas h by-a man, in brown, at the side of the road- and hear a loud th ump from the side of the car. Oh my God! she said. We hit him! What? We hit that guy. No, we didn't. We hit a pothole. In the rearview mirror, Baker could see the man still standing at the s ide of the road. A figure in brown, rapidly disappearing in the d ust cloud behind the car as they drove away. We couldn't have hi t him, Baker said. He's still standing. Dan. We hit him. I saw i t. I don't think so, honey. Baker looked again in the rearview m irror. But now he saw nothing except the cloud of dust behind the car. We better go back, she said. Why? Baker was pretty sure that his wife was wrong and that they hadn't hit the man on the r oad. But if they had hit him, and if he was even slightly injured - just a head cut, a scratch- then it was going to mean a very lo ng delay in their trip. They'd never get to Phoenix by nightfall. Anybody out here was undoubtedly a Navajo; they'd have to take h im to a hospital, or at least to the nearest big town, which was Gallup, and that was out of their way- I thought you wanted to g o back,: she said. I do. Then let's go back. I just don't wan t any problems, Liz. Dan. I don't believe th, Century, 1999, 2.75, Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Good. 1991. Paperback. Paperback; good in scratched and creased card covers. ; A classic first-hand account of a historic overland journey. Waterman L. Ormsby was a reporter who, in 1858, crossed the western states as a sole through passenger of the Butterfield Overland Mail stage on its first trip from St. Louis to San Francisco. +xvpp. ; 179 pages ., Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery, 1991, 2.5, Little Brown & Co.. Very Good. 6.26 x 2.01 x 9.57 inches. Hardcover. 2005. 512 pages. <br>Widely acclaimed as one of the world's greatest li ving writers, Vikram Seth -- author of the international bestsell er A Suitable Boy -- tells the heartrending true story of a frien dship, a marriage, and a century. Weaving together the strands of two extraordinary lives -- Shanti Behari Seth, an immigrant from India who came to Berlin to study in the 1930s, and Helga Gerda Caro, the young German Jewish woman he befriended and later marri ed -- Two Lives is both a history of a violent era seen through t he eyes of two survivors and an intimate, unforgettable portrait of a complex, abiding love. Editorial Reviews From Publishers W eekly Starred Review. In 1969, Seth, 17, came from Calcutta to Lo ndon to continue his education and to stay with his Shanti Uncle and Aunty Henny. Their relationship became warm, and it is their stories (as well as his own) that Seth (A Suitable Boy) tells in this wide-ranging, unpredictable and moving account. Shanti was S eth's grandfather's brother, a dentist who studied in Berlin, lod ging with Frau Caro, whose daughter, Henny, was in love with some one else. He left for Britain in 1936 because he couldn't practic e in Germany, but in 1940, as war broke out, he enlisted, served throughout and lost his right arm in combat, a calamity for a den tist. Meanwhile, Henny, a German Jew, arrived in Britain weeks be fore war was declared, leaving her beloved mother and sister behi nd to death camp murder. Vicky interviewed his great-uncle at len gth, and part two of his narrative focuses on Shanti. Part three, Henny's story, even more unusual, is based on a trove of remarka ble letters she received and wrote (she often kept carbons), many to friends in Germany during the war. Part four examines their m arriage (they didn't marry until seven years after the war), and part five details a family mystery about Shanti's will and Seth's complex but beautifully lucid summation of his research into the se lives. This lovely book, memoir as well as biography, examines great and fearful events seen through extraordinary lives. In cl ear and elegant writing, Seth explores the macrocosm through the microcosm, resulting in a most unusual, worthwhile book. 3 8-page b&w photo inserts. Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a div ision of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refe rs to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From School Library Journal Adult/High School-At 17, the Indian-born author left his homeland to study at Oxford. He lived with his au nt and uncle, a middle-class English couple in every way except o ne-his Uncle Shanti was Indian and his Aunt Henny was a German Je w. Through interviews with his uncle and a trunk of correspondenc e from his aunt, he is able to tell their story. Readers learn th at Shanti, a dentist, lost an arm, and that Henny lost all of her family during World War II. They learn the details of these loss es and about the couples romance. Shantis story is told first and is in some ways very similar to the narrators. Hennys story take s up the majority of the book and consists largely of corresponde nce from before the war until several years after. Hers is mostly a Holocaust story that tells as much about the culture of the ti me as the woman herself. Finally, they marry, more out of conveni ence than love, but they stay contentedly together for more than 30 years. The final chapter, a discussion of their estate, seems somewhat rushed and tacked on after the slowly paced narrative th at came before. Photographs are scattered throughout. The book is lengthy, but each fact shared is an important building block in telling the tale of this couple in the context of their era. A ri chly rewarding story.-Jamie Watson, Harford County Public Library , MD Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a division of Reed E lsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From The New Yorker Equally at home producing a novel in sonnets or a cornucopian fa mily saga, Seth has few equals as a literary technician. Here he turns to the story of Shanti and Henny, a great-uncle and great-a unt with whom he lived for a time in England. Shanti, an Indian d entist who did some training in Germany, lost an arm while servin g in a British Army dental unit during the Second World War. His wife was a German Jew who fled to England in 1939, and whose moth er and sister perished in concentration camps. The book is less d azzling than its predecessors, but this seems deliberate, as if S eth had adopted the mantle of dutiful family archivist a little t oo successfully. Nonetheless, his quiet tone has cumulative power as it leads us back in time from suburban calm to the death cham bers of Birkenau. Copyright ® 2006 The New Yorker --This text re fers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Fr om Bookmarks Magazine I want [Shanti and Henny] complexly remembe red, Seth writes. I want to mark them true. Seth meets this goal. Two Lives, a biography and record of pre- and postwar life, is a t heart a story about two individuals that fate and urgency?more than romantic love, perhaps?thrust together. Relying on interview s and HennyÃ's gut-wrenching letters from the 1940s and 1950s, Se th reinterprets GermanyÃ's war years and depicts ShantiÃ's strugg le to establish a dental practice and the coupleÃ's deep friendsh ip. Throughout the book, he casts a sharp, clear eye on historica l rumblings, offering a welcome Anglo-Indian perspective on the H olocaust. Seth could have pared down his details, better scrutini zed his relativesÃ' relationship, or been more (or less) objectiv e about their lives. But in the end, Shanti and Henny are two you Ã'll want to meet. Copyright © 2004 Phillips & Nelson Media, Inc . --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From Booklist *Starred Review* Seth is the author o f the hugely popular novel A Suitable Boy (1993), and with the sa me attention to atmospheric detail and nuance of character he bro ught to that book, he now offers a deeply engaging dual biography of his great-uncle and great-aunt. At age 17, Seth journeyed fro m his native Calcutta to London to prepare for study at Oxford, a nd while in the British capital, he became acquainted with his tw o relatives--his uncle, an Indian like himself and a dentist, and his aunt, a German-born Jew--both of whom lived in London, thoug h they had found their way there through much different paths. Af ter writing A Suitable Boy, Seth decided to approach Two Lives no t so much as a personal remembrance as a researched life history of the couple. So, as if one of their stories weren't rich enough , we get two--three, really, since the process of Seth's learning about his uncle's and aunt's lives and revivifying them as a dua l narrative adds up to a third storyline. These two individuals, from widely divergent religious and cultural backgrounds, bring t ogether on a larger plane two important national stories of the t wentieth century: India during the years of division between and discord among Hindus and Muslims, and Germany under the anti-Semi tic Nazi regime. As well as offering an insightful exploration of those broad themes, this beautiful book delivers a passionate an swer to a more personal but timeless question of human relations: How do two people ever manage to end up together? Brad Hooper Co pyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved --Thi s text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this t itle. Review [A] thoughtful, evocative, moving book . . . [Seth] is an amazingly gifted, accomplished, resourceful and charming w riter. (Jonathan Yardley, Washington Post Book World) A great lo ve story, involving two remarkable people. (New York Times) Seth turns biography into powerful literature, distilling the univers al human emotions of passion, grief and the will to survive. (Den ver Post) Full of affection and tenderness . . . An unfailingly respectful memoirist. (Anita Desai, New York Review of Books) A subtle portrait of the complexities of a long companionship . . . A wonderful book. (The Economist) I cannot remember ever being quite so moved by a memoir... [Seth's] achievement has exceeded a ll possible expectations. (Simon Winchester) Irresistible... Ano ther triumph for one the most versatile and engaging of all conte mporary writers... An immensely moving narrative. (Kirkus Reviews (starred)) Eloquent and elegiacal . . . An intricate study of t he way lives and worlds can intertwine. (Los Angeles Book Review) Sensitive and compassionate... Fulfills the obligation Primo Le vi once defined for writers on the Holocaust: it is unadorned and clear. (Pankaj Mishra, New York Times Book Review) Seth has few equals as a literary techinician. (The New Yorker) Something ex traordinary... A thoughtful, engrossing narrative... This remarka ble book offers rich rewards. (Entertainment Weekly) Engaging ne w memoir... Even as you enjoy one [story], you discover another w ithin. (Christian Science Monitor) [A] beautiful, loving, clear- eyed book... Translucent, telling prose. (Seattle Times) Wonderf ul . . . A truly heroic tale which demonstrates just how much can sometimes be achieved against monstrous odds. (Washington Times) --This text refers to the paperback edition. About the Author Vikram Seth has written acclaimed books in several genres: verse novel, The Golden Gate; travel book, From Heaven Lake; animal fab les, Beastly Tales; epic fiction, A Suitable Boy. His most recent novel, An Equal Music, was published in 1999. He lives in Englan d and India. --This text refers to the paperback edition. From T he Washington Post Born and reared in India, schooled in England and the United States, resident at various times of all three of those countries as well as China, Vikram Seth is a genuinely inte rnational man, the personification and embodiment of globalism. H e is also an amazingly gifted, accomplished, resourceful and char ming writer. Published first as a poet and travel writer, he asto nished and delighted readers with his first novel, The Golden Gat e (1986), inspired by Pushkin's Eugene Onegin and written, as tha t classic is, in rhyming verse. His second novel, A Suitable Boy (1993), is a massive, panoramic portrait of India. His third (whi ch I have not read), An Equal Music (1999), is about classical mu sic, in which he has a deep interest. Now, in Two Lives, Seth t urns for the first time to a combination of biography and memoir. The two people in the title are his uncle and aunt, Shanti and H enny, to whom his parents sent him in 1969, when he was 17 years old and about to begin his British schooling at Tonbridge. He was a boarder there but often visited Shanti Uncle and Aunty Henny i n their house in London at 18 Queens Road, Hendon. Both were then 60 years old, and he knew them only slightly. In time, though, t hey were to become two of the most important people in his life. It was in 1994, five years after his aunt's death and four year s before his uncle's, that Seth began to think about making them the subjects of a book. His parents were visiting England, and in the course of a drive to the opera at Plymouth his mother said, You don't know what exactly to write about next. Why don't you wr ite about him? At first Seth was not eager to write about someone so close, but the more he thought about it, the more appealing t he prospect became. He started interviewing Shanti Uncle, who at 86 was eager to talk about the past. He assumed that Aunty Henny would be only a secondary figure because he could not interview h er and there seemed to be no significant documentary trail. Then, a year later, his father discovered a trunk stowed away in the a ttic at 18 Queens Road; it turned out to contain a trove of lette rs dealing with her life during and after World War II. This perm itted him to write a book that really is what its title promises: Two Lives. Acquiring these papers greatly expanded the reach o f Seth's story, for Henny was both German and Jewish. She and Sha nti met sometime in 1933. He was studying dentistry in Berlin and looking for a place to live. He found a room with Ella Caro, who lived in a very large flat with her two daughters, Henny and Lol a, and her son, Heinz. A widower in need of money, she had decide d to rent out the guest room: Shanti discovered more than a year later that when Mrs. Caro phoned her younger daughter Henny with the news that they had a lodger, her first reaction had been: 'Ni mm den Schwarzen nicht' [Don't take the black man]. This was the beginning of a relationship that was to last five and a half deca des. The two eventually became very friendly, and Shanti was wel comed as a de facto member of the Caro family, but a decade and a half passed before they married. Great and often terrible events intervened. Upon completing (with distinction) his dental studie s, Shanti returned to London -- Seth does not understand precisel y why he decided not to practice in India -- in 1937, where his G erman degrees were not recognized, so he had to start all over ag ain. Finally he qualified and in 1938 was offered a position as a n assistant to a Parsi dentist, who refused to give him a partner ship until February 1940, when Shanti volunteered for the Army, a t which point it was too late. By then Henny was also in Englan d. In 1939 she had found sponsorship in England and was able to g et a job with the family of a noted scholar, doing housework and caring for his children: She came with a trunk containing a few c lothes, a few books and a few mementoes of the three decades of h er life in Germany. Less than five weeks later, war was declared. Ella and Lola, who had been unable to emigrate, remained trapped within the borders of their own hostile country. Shanti met her at the train station and took her to her new residence, but soon he was off to Africa and then to Italy, where, in the calamitous battle at Monte Cassino, he lost his right arm below the elbow wh en a shell exploded nearby. The two corresponded irregularly th rough the war. Shanti's letters grew ever more loving and beseech ing, while hers, though hardly chilly, did not return his passion . She had dated a young man named Hans in Berlin and may have hel d out hopes for him, but after the war she learned that he had go ne over to the Nazis. Since she knew by then th, Little Brown & Co., 2005, 2.75, SOFTBACK SHIPPED FROM THE UK.* Edition: Reprint.* Date of Publication: 1984 (1981)* Publisher: Penguin Books.* Binding and cover condition: Colour-illustrated, soft card covers. No bumps or rubs. Absolutely minimal shelf wear to edges & corners. Single crease to spine, none to hinge. Seems lightly used. Spine and leading edge faded. VG* Contents condition: PRIVATE COPY NOT EX-LIBRARY. Clean, crisp, & tight. No annotations, inscriptions or marks to text, very slight paper colouration throughout. All edges slightly aged & grubby. 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Inscribed (personalized) and signed (first name only) by author on title page. In very good condition. Glossy pictorial paper covers have light bumping to edges and light overall scuffing. Binding tight. Pages clean and unmarked. NOT Ex-Library. NO remainder marks. [From back cover] n 1867, a California newspaper commissioned Mark Twain to accompany a group of travelers to the Holy Land and report on his experiences. The trip provided the humorist with an abundance of material for his satiric classic. The Innocents Abroad. A century and a half later, author Ian Strathcarron scrupulously retraces Twain's footsteps, recounting the history of his predecessor's journeys and his own impressions of the region and its people. A travel book as well as a unique literary history, Innocence and War is the first complete book devoted to this particular episode in Twain's life. Its itinerary ranges from Ephesus, Beirut, and Damascus to the Golan and the Galilee, the West Bank, Jerusalem, and Bethlehem. Strathcarron, traveling by car rather than horseback, visits each of the hotels and monasteries frequented by the earlier party. His humorous and engaging narrative, augmented by Twain's observations, offers fascinating historic and modern insights into the ever-volatile Middle East., Dover Publications, 2012-11-21, 3, London: Dent / Everymans Library , 1987 Book. Near Fine. Pbk. 1st Pbk Edition. Travels in West Africa (Everyman Classics Series)No European woman had ventured where Kingsley would venture, and no man either. In defiance of Victorian notions about women's roles, she journeyed through West Africa, climbed mountains, experienced harrowing adventures, dwelling among cannibals, and lived to write one of the most admired books of high adventure of all time. 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Penguin. Good. 1987. Paperback. Ex-Library; 10 oz.; 304 pages; Ex library PB w/library markings/aged/reading wear good clean/tight reading copy. Linden Hills is an enticing monument to black success, those who live ther represent the epitome of achievement. But for two young street poets who journey thru the community doing odd jobs one winter, it is a very different story. Behind the facades, they discover a place inhabited by lost souls trapped in the American dream. A beguiling epic, brilliant and magical yet so real. A fine description of emotions so human, some petty, some loving, and some grandiloquent. Author Naylor has written an American Classic, whose every page should be savored & enjoyed. ., Penguin, 1987, 2.5, Phoenix. Paperback. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. 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They have been written about for centuries; but in the West, somebody lying on the floor in their room in a trance for 3 days repeating the names of the Goddess would earn himself a quick trip to a rubber room.* This is a VG reprint copy with absolutely minimal age & shelf wear.*, RIDER BOOKS, 1992-01-01, 3, Orion Publishing Group, Limited. Used - Good. Ships from the UK. Former library book; may include library markings. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages., Orion Publishing Group, Limited, 2.5, Bloom Books. Good. 5.19 x 1.5 x 8 inches. Paperback. 2012. 514 pages. <br>And in this quiet moment as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said, and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy. When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a ma n who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, i nnocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despit e his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to h im. Unable to resist Ana's quiet beauty, wit, and independent spi rit, Grey admits he wants her, too--but on his own terms. Shocke d yet thrilled by Grey's singular erotic tastes, Ana hesitates. F or all the trappings of success--his multinational businesses, hi s vast wealth, his loving family--Grey is a man tormented by demo ns and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks o n a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey's secrets and explores her own dark desires. An Instant #1 New York Times Bestseller More than 165 Million Copies Sold Wo rldwide One of 100 Great Reads in the Great American Read 133 Weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List This book is inten ded for mature audiences. Editorial Reviews Review A GoodReads Choice Awards Finalist for Best Romance In a class by itself. - Entertainment Weekly About the Author E L James is an incurabl e romantic and a self-confessed fangirl. After twenty-five years of working in television, she decided to pursue a childhood dream and write stories that readers could take to their hearts. The r esult was the controversial and sensuous romance Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Fr eed. In 2015, she published the #1 bestseller Grey, the story of Fifty Shades of Grey from the perspective of Christian Grey, and in 2017, the chart-topping Darker, the second part of the Fifty S hades story from Christian's point of view. She followed with the #1 New York Times bestseller, The Mister in 2019. Her books have been published in fifty languages and have sold more than 165 mi llion copies worldwide. E L James has been recognized as one of Time magazine's Most Influential People in the World and Publishe rs Weekly's Person of the Year. Fifty Shades of Grey stayed on th e New York Times bestseller list for 133 consecutive weeks. Fifty Shades Freed won the Goodreads Choice Award (2012), and Fifty Sh ades of Grey was selected as one of the 100 Great Reads, as voted by readers, in PBS's The Great American Read (2018). Darker was long-listed for the 2019 International DUBLIN Literary Award. Sh e was a producer on each of the three Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. The third ins tallment, Fifty Shades Freed, won the People's Choice Award for D rama in 2018. E L James is blessed with two wonderful sons and li ves with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard , and their West Highland terriers in the leafy suburbs of West L ondon. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. C HAPTER ONE I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Dam n my hairit just won't behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for be ing ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying fo r my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to br ush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I att empt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail a nd hope that I look semi-presentable. Kate is my roommate, and s he has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I've never heard of, for the student ne wspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram f or and one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this a fternoon, but notoday I have to drive 165 miles to downtown Seatt le in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holding s, Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of ou r university, his time is extraordinarily preciousmuch more preci ous than minebut he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, s he tells me. Damn her extracurricular activities. Kate is huddle d on the couch in the living room. Ana, I'm sorry. It took me ni ne months to get this interview. It will take another six to resc hedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I c an't blow this off. Please, Kate begs me in her rasping, sore thr oat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorg eous, strawberry blond hair in place and green eyes bright, altho ugh now red rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympa thy. Of course I'll go, Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol? NyQuil, please. Here are the qu estions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make not es, I'll transcribe it all. I know nothing about him, I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic. The questions wi ll see you through. Go. It's a long drive. I don't want you to be late. Okay, I'm going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later. I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this. I will. Good luck. And thanks, Anaas usual, you're my lifesaver. Gathering my backpack, I smile wryly at her, then he ad out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She'l l make an exceptional journalist. She's articulate, strong, persu asive, argumentative, beautifuland she's my dearest, dearest frie nd. The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, Washington, toward Interstate 5. It's early, and I don't have to be in Seatt le until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Kate has lent me her sp orty Mercedes CLK. I'm not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would ma ke the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the mile s slip away as I hit the pedal to the metal. My destination is t he headquarters of Mr. Grey's global enterprise. It's a huge twen ty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architec t's utilitarian fantasy, with GREY HOUSE written discreetly in st eel over the glass front doors. It's a quarter to two when I arri ve, greatly relieved that I'm not late as I walk into the enormou sand frankly intimidatingglass, steel, and white sandstone lobby. Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, bl onde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She's wearing the sharp est charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She lo oks immaculate. I'm here to see Mr. Grey. Anastasia Steele for K atherine Kavanagh. Excuse me one moment, Miss Steele. She arches her eyebrow as I stand self-consciously before her. I'm beginnin g to wish I'd borrowed one of Kate's formal blazers rather than w orn my navy-blue jacket. I have made an effort and worn my one an d only skirt, my sensible brown knee-length boots, and a blue swe ater. For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils o f my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn't intimidate me. Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Steele. You 'll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor. She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in. S he hands me a security pass that has visitor very firmly stamped on the front. I can't help my smirk. Surely it's obvious that I'm just visiting. I don't fit in here at all. Nothing changes. I in wardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators a nd past the two security men who are both far more smartly dresse d than I am in their well-cut black suits. The elevator whisks m e at terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide op en, and I'm in another large lobbyagain all glass, steel, and whi te sandstone. I'm confrontd by another desk of sandstone and anot her young blonde woman, this time dressed impeccably in black and white, who rises to greet me. Miss Steele, could you wait here, please? She points to a seated area of white leather chairs. Be hind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room w ith an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty match ing chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling wi ndow with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through th e city toward the Sound. It's a stunning vista, and I'm momentari ly paralyzed by the view. Wow. I sit down, fish the questions fr om my backpack, and go through them, inwardly cursing Kate for no t providing me with a brief biography. I know nothing about this man I'm about to interview. He could be ninety or he could be thi rty. The uncertainty is galling, and my nerves resurface, making me fidget. I've never been comfortable with one-on-one interviews , preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer m y own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a ch air in the campus library. Not sitting twitching nervously in a c olossal glass-and-stone edifice. I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, Steele. Judging from the building, which is too clinical a nd modern, I guess Grey is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair- haired to match the rest of the personnel. Another elegant, flaw lessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. Wha t is it with all the immaculate blondes? It's like Stepford here. Taking a deep breath, I stand up. Miss Steele? the latest blond e asks. Yes, I croak, and clear my throat. Yes. There, that soun ded more confident. Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I tak e your jacket? Oh, please. I struggle out of the jacket. Have y ou been offered any refreshment? Umno. Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble? Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young wom an at the desk. Would you like tea, coffee, water? she asks, turn ing her attention back to me. A glass of water. Thank you, I mur mur. Olivia, please fetch Miss Steele a glass of water. Her voic e is stern. Olivia scoots up and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer. My apologies, Miss Steele, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes. Olivia returns with a glass of iced water. Here you go, Miss St eele. Thank you. Blonde Number Two marches over to the large de sk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She si ts down, and they both continue their work. Perhaps Mr. Grey ins ists on all his employees being blonde. I'm wondering idly if tha t's legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dress ed, attractive African American man with short dreads exits. I ha ve definitely worn the wrong clothes. He turns and says through the door, Golf this week, Grey? I don't hear the reply. He turns , sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Ol ivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She's more nervous than me! Good afterno on, ladies, he says as he departs through the sliding door. Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss Steele. Do go through, Blonde Number Two says. I stand rather shakily, trying to suppress my nerves. G athering up my backpack, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door. You don't need to knockjust go i n. She smiles kindly. I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet and falling headfirst into the office. Double crapme and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Grey's office, and gentle hands are around me, helping me to stand. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy cowhe's so young. Mis s Kavanagh. He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm uprigh t. I'm Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit? So youngand attractive, very attractive. He's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copp er-colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shre wdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice. Um. Actually I mutter. If this guy is over thirty, then I'm a monkey's uncle. I n a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers tou ch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. Miss Kavanagh is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Grey. And you are? His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it's difficult to tell from h is impassive expression. He looks mildly interested but, above al l, polite. Anastasia Steele. I'm studying English literature wit h Kate, um . . . Katherine . . . um . . . Miss Kavanagh, at WSU V ancouver. I see, he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a sm ile in his expression, but I'm not sure. Would you like to sit? He waves me toward an L-shaped white leather couch. His office i s way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there's a modern dark wood desk that six people could co mfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. E verything else is whiteceiling, floors, and walls, except for the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty -six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisitea series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they lo ok like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking. A local artist. Trouton, says Grey when he catches my gaze. The y're lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary, I murmur, dis tracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head to one s ide and regards me intently. I couldn't agree more, Miss Steele, he replies, his voice soft, and for some inexplicable reason I f ind myself blushing. Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the Adonis who sinks gracefully into one of the wh ite leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, and ret, Bloom Books, 2012, 2.5, Century. Very Good. 162 x 242mm. Hardcover. 1999. 368 pages. Dj has minor rip<br>An old man wearing a brown robe is found wandering disoriented in the Arizona desert. He is miles f rom any human habitation and has no memory of how he got to be th ere, or who he is. The only clue to his identity is the plan of a medieval monastery in his pocket. So begins the mystery of Timel ine, a story that will catapult a group of young scientists back to the Middle Ages and into the heart of the Hundred Years' War. Timeline cements Michael Crichton's place as the king of the high -concept thriller, and a master storyteller to boot. Editorial R eviews Review When you step into a time machine, fax yourself through a quantum foam wormhole, and step out in feudal France circa 1357, be very, very afraid. If you aren't strapped b ack in precisely 37 hours after your visit begins, you'll miss th e quantum bus back to 1999 and be stranded in a civil war, caught between crafty abbots, mad lords, and peasant bandits all eager to cut your throat. You'll also have to dodge catapults that hurl sizzling pitch over castle battlements. On the social front, you should avoid provoking the butcher of Crecy or Sir Oliver may lo p your head off with a swoosh of his broadsword or cage and immer se you in Milady's Bath, a brackish dungeon pit into which live r ats are tossed now and then for prisoners to eat. This is the pl ight of the heroes of Timeline, Michael Crichton's thriller. They 're historians in 1999 employed by a tech billionaire-genius with more than a few of Bill Gates's most unlovable quirks. Like the entrepreneur in Crichton's Jurassic Park, Doniger plans a theme p ark featuring artifacts from a lost world revived via cutting-edg e science. When the project's chief historian sends a distress ca ll to 1999 from 1357, the boss man doesn't tell the younger histo rians the risks they'll face trying to save him. At first, the in terplay between eras is clever, but Timeline swiftly becomes a sw ashbuckling old-fashioned adventure, with just a dash of science and time paradox in the mix. Most of the cool facts are about the Middle Ages, and Crichton marvelously brings the past to life wi thout ever letting the pulse-pounding action slow down. At one po int, a time-tripper tries to enter the Chapel of Green Death. Unf ortunately, its custodian, a crazed giant with terrible teeth and a bad case of lice, soon has her head on a block. She saw a shad ow move across the grass as he raised his ax into the air. I dare you not to turn the page! Through the narrative can be glimpse d the glowing bones of the movie that may be made from Timeline a nd the cutting-edge computer game that should hit the market in 2 000. Expect many clashing swords and chase scenes through secret castle passages. But the book stands alone, tall and scary as a k night in armor shining with blood. --Tim Appelo --This text refer s to the paperback edition. From Kirkus Reviews So you think, al ong with all those benighted scientists, that the physical world has been pretty completely explained, and theres not likely to be anything new under the sun? Well, then, suggests blockbuster kin g Crichton, how about something old- and-newspecifically, quantum teleportation back to medieval France? Readers who checked under the bed for raptors after finishing The Lost World (1995), and w hoever else remains ignorant of the hundreds of time-travel fanta sies by non-bestselling authors, will be happily scared to know t hat the perils of journeying through time are just as great even if its a bunch of modern investigators of a contemporary mystery, rather than sleeping dinosaur DNA, making the trip. (First print ing of 1,500,000; Literary Guild Main Selection) -- Copyright ®19 99, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved. --This text refer s to the paperback edition. From AudioFile It all begins with an unwitting couple accidentally striking down a mysterious scienti st with their car in the middle of a New Mexico desert. In the fl ashes of events that occur thereafter, Crichton takes listeners o n a quantum journey through past and present. Stephen Lang is a g reat fit for this edgy mystery. He balances the story's incredibl e occurrences with an even-keeled performance. Lang gives life no t only to the characters he reads but to their environs. Timeline will not disappoint longtime fans or newcomers to Crichton's wor k. R.A.P. (c) AudioFile 2000, Portland, Maine-- Copyright © Audio File, Portland, Maine --This text refers to the paperback edition . Review Timeline combines all the ingredients that make Crichto n's books compulsive reading ... a brilliantly imagined story * L os Angeles Times * Hollywood's favourite thriller writer evokes t he experience of time travel superbly ... a rollicking read * Obs erver * A thrilling race against time * Daily Express * A crackin g thriller * Daily Express * The present and the long-ago past co llide [as] three young historians whisk themselves back to fourte enth-century feudal France to rescue a friend - and engulf themse lves in all manner of mind-blowing intrigue * Chicago Sun-Times * --This text refers to the paperback edition. From Library Journ al With Timeline, Crichton has written his best book since Jurass ic Park. Sometime in the future, a group of students is studying an archaeological site in France when the professor in charge dis appears. While uncovering 600-year-old documents from the remains of a monastery, they discover a note dated April 7, 1357, and wr itten in the professor's hand that says Help me. Three people the n embark on a journey back in time to rescue the professor. The f irst third of the book sets up the plot and discusses quantum tec hnology. The rest of the story is a heart-pounding adventure in 1 4th-century France. Crichton is a master at explaining complex co ncepts in simple terms. As in most of his novels, the characters are forgettable and overshadowed by ideas, but who reads Crichton for his characters? His plot is intriguing, and his well-researc hed history and science are certain to prompt discussions. Highly recommended. ---Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L. Copyright 1999 Reed Bu siness Information, Inc. --This text refers to the paperback edit ion. From Publishers Weekly And the Oscar for Best Special Effec ts goes to: Timeline! Figure maybe three years before those words are spoken, for Crichton's new novelAdespite media reports about trouble in selling film rights, which finally went to ParamountA is as cinematic as they come, a shiny science-fantasy adventure p owered by a superior high concept: a group of young scientists tr avel back from our time to medieval southern France to rescue the ir mentor, who's trapped there. The novel, in fact, may improve a s a movie; its complex action, as the scientists are swept into t he intrigue of the Hundred Years War, can be confusing on the pag e (though a supplied map, one of several graphics, helps), and mo st of its characters wear hats (or armor) of pure white or black. Crichton remains a master of narrative drive and cleverness. Fro m the startling opening, where an old man with garbled speech and body parts materializes in the Arizona desert, through the revel ation that a venal industrialist has developed a risky method of time-travel (based on movement between parallel universes; as in Crichton's other work, good, hard science abounds), there's not a dull moment. When elderly Yale history prof Edward Johnston trav els back to his beloved 15th century and gets stuck, and his assi stants follow to the rescue, excitement runs high, and higher sti ll as Crichton invests his story with terrific period detail and as castles, sword-play, jousts, sudden death and enough bold knig hts-in-armor and seductive ladies-in-waiting to fill any toystore 's action-figure shelves appear. There's strong suspense, too, as Crichton cuts between past and present, where the time-travel ma chinery has broken: Will the heroes survive and make it back? The novel has a calculated feel but, even so, it engages as no Crich ton tale has done since Jurassic Park, as it brings the past back to vigorous, entertaining life. Agent, Lynn Nesbit. 1,500,000 fi rst printing; Literary Guild nain selection; simultaneous large-p rint edition and audiobook. (Nov. 16) Copyright 1999 Reed Busine ss Information, Inc. --This text refers to the paperback edition. About the Author Born in Chicago in 1942, Michael Crichton firs t trained as a doctor before going on to become one of the most s uccessful writers in the world. In 1994 he achieved a feat unmatc hed by any other writer: by having simultaneously a number one TV series, book and movie with, respectively, ER (which he created) , Disclosure and Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park, on its release the highest-grossing film of all time. He also directed several movies, including The Great Railway Robbery with Sean Connery and Donald Sutherland. His high-concept thrillers were international bestsellers, and in total his books have sold more than 200 mill ion copies worldwide. He died in 2008. --This text refers to the paperback edition. From School Library Journal YA-Combining time travel, archaeological exploration, and a power struggle in medi eval France, this action-packed story will grab teens' attention from the very first page. ITC, a company located in the New Mexic o desert, is at the forefront of the new science of quantum techn ology. It has secretly developed a means of transporting humans b ack in time. In the Dordogne region of southwest France, a team o f company-sponsored archaeologists and historians is unearthing t he remains of a medieval castle, village, and monastery with the goal of developing a major tourist attraction. The words HELP ME followed by 4/7/1357 written in ink and on paper used in the 14th century are found at the site. It seems that Professor Johnston, the team leader, demanded that he be transported back to the set tlement, and obviously he is in danger there. A rescue effort is launched, and five people are transported back to April 1357: two escorts from ITC and three historians from the Dordogne project. Their time machine allows them 37 hours for the rescue, but with in minutes of their arrival, the escorts are killed by a band of horsemen. The three survivors set out to find the missing man, an d their race against time results in a gripping tale. YAs will be fascinated by this juxtaposition of modern-day physics with deta ils of a medieval siege. Molly Connally, Kings Park Library, Fair fax County, VA Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc. -- This text refers to the paperback edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. He should never have taken th at shortcut. Dan Baker winced as his new Mercedes S500 sedan bou nced down the dirt road, heading deeper into the Navajo reservati on in northern Arizona. Around them, the landscape was increasing ly desolate: distant red mesas to the east, flat desert stretchin g away in the west. They had passed a village half an hour earlie r- dusty houses, a church and a small school, huddled against a c liff- but since then, they'd seen nothing at all, not even a fenc e. Just empty red desert. They hadn't seen another car for an hou r. Now it was noon, the sun glaring down at them. Baker, a forty- year old building contractor in Phoenix, was beginning to feel un easy. Especially since his wife, an architect, was one of those a rtistic people who wasn't practical about things like gas and wat er. His tank was half-empty. And the car was starting to run hot. Liz, he said, are you sure this is the way? Sitting beside hi m, his wife was bent over the map, tracing the route with his fin ger. It has to be, she said. The guide-book said four miles beyon d the Corazon Canyon turnoff. But we passed Corazon Canyon twent y minutes ago. We must have missed it. How could we miss the tra ding post? she said. I don't know. Baker stared at the road ahea d. But there's nothing out here. Are you sure you want to do this ? I mean, we can get great Navajo rugs in Sedona. They sell al ki nds of rugs in Sedona. Sedona, she sniffed, is not authentic. O f coarse it's authentic, honey. A rug is a rug. Weaving. Okay. He sighed. A weaving. And no, it's not the same, she said. Those Sedona stores carry tourist junk- they're acrylic, not wool. I w ant the weavings that they sell on the reservation. And supposedl y the trading post has an old Sandpainting weaving from the twent ies, by Hosteen Klah. And I want it. Okay Liz. Personally, Baker didn't see why they needed another Navajo rug-weaving- anyway. T hey already had two dozen. She had them all over the house. And p acked away in closets, too. They drove on in silence. The road a head shimmered in the heat so it looked like a silver lake. And t here were mirages, houses or people rising up on the road, but al ways when you came closer, there was nothing there. Dan Baker s ighed again. We must've passed it. Let's go a few more miles, hi s wife said. How many more? I don't know. A few more. How man y, Liz? Let's decide how far we'll go with this thing. Ten more minutes, she said. Okay, he said, ten minutes. He was looking a t his gas gauge when Liz threw her hand to her mouth and said, Da n! Baker turned back to the road just in time to see a shape flas h by-a man, in brown, at the side of the road- and hear a loud th ump from the side of the car. Oh my God! she said. We hit him! What? We hit that guy. No, we didn't. We hit a pothole. In the rearview mirror, Baker could see the man still standing at the s ide of the road. A figure in brown, rapidly disappearing in the d ust cloud behind the car as they drove away. We couldn't have hi t him, Baker said. He's still standing. Dan. We hit him. I saw i t. I don't think so, honey. Baker looked again in the rearview m irror. But now he saw nothing except the cloud of dust behind the car. We better go back, she said. Why? Baker was pretty sure that his wife was wrong and that they hadn't hit the man on the r oad. But if they had hit him, and if he was even slightly injured - just a head cut, a scratch- then it was going to mean a very lo ng delay in their trip. They'd never get to Phoenix by nightfall. Anybody out here was undoubtedly a Navajo; they'd have to take h im to a hospital, or at least to the nearest big town, which was Gallup, and that was out of their way- I thought you wanted to g o back,: she said. I do. Then let's go back. I just don't wan t any problems, Liz. Dan. I don't believe th, Century, 1999, 2.75, Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Good. 1991. Paperback. Paperback; good in scratched and creased card covers. ; A classic first-hand account of a historic overland journey. Waterman L. Ormsby was a reporter who, in 1858, crossed the western states as a sole through passenger of the Butterfield Overland Mail stage on its first trip from St. Louis to San Francisco. +xvpp. ; 179 pages ., Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery, 1991, 2.5, Little Brown & Co.. Very Good. 6.26 x 2.01 x 9.57 inches. Hardcover. 2005. 512 pages. <br>Widely acclaimed as one of the world's greatest li ving writers, Vikram Seth -- author of the international bestsell er A Suitable Boy -- tells the heartrending true story of a frien dship, a marriage, and a century. Weaving together the strands of two extraordinary lives -- Shanti Behari Seth, an immigrant from India who came to Berlin to study in the 1930s, and Helga Gerda Caro, the young German Jewish woman he befriended and later marri ed -- Two Lives is both a history of a violent era seen through t he eyes of two survivors and an intimate, unforgettable portrait of a complex, abiding love. Editorial Reviews From Publishers W eekly Starred Review. In 1969, Seth, 17, came from Calcutta to Lo ndon to continue his education and to stay with his Shanti Uncle and Aunty Henny. Their relationship became warm, and it is their stories (as well as his own) that Seth (A Suitable Boy) tells in this wide-ranging, unpredictable and moving account. Shanti was S eth's grandfather's brother, a dentist who studied in Berlin, lod ging with Frau Caro, whose daughter, Henny, was in love with some one else. He left for Britain in 1936 because he couldn't practic e in Germany, but in 1940, as war broke out, he enlisted, served throughout and lost his right arm in combat, a calamity for a den tist. Meanwhile, Henny, a German Jew, arrived in Britain weeks be fore war was declared, leaving her beloved mother and sister behi nd to death camp murder. Vicky interviewed his great-uncle at len gth, and part two of his narrative focuses on Shanti. Part three, Henny's story, even more unusual, is based on a trove of remarka ble letters she received and wrote (she often kept carbons), many to friends in Germany during the war. Part four examines their m arriage (they didn't marry until seven years after the war), and part five details a family mystery about Shanti's will and Seth's complex but beautifully lucid summation of his research into the se lives. This lovely book, memoir as well as biography, examines great and fearful events seen through extraordinary lives. In cl ear and elegant writing, Seth explores the macrocosm through the microcosm, resulting in a most unusual, worthwhile book. 3 8-page b&w photo inserts. Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a div ision of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refe rs to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From School Library Journal Adult/High School-At 17, the Indian-born author left his homeland to study at Oxford. He lived with his au nt and uncle, a middle-class English couple in every way except o ne-his Uncle Shanti was Indian and his Aunt Henny was a German Je w. Through interviews with his uncle and a trunk of correspondenc e from his aunt, he is able to tell their story. Readers learn th at Shanti, a dentist, lost an arm, and that Henny lost all of her family during World War II. They learn the details of these loss es and about the couples romance. Shantis story is told first and is in some ways very similar to the narrators. Hennys story take s up the majority of the book and consists largely of corresponde nce from before the war until several years after. Hers is mostly a Holocaust story that tells as much about the culture of the ti me as the woman herself. Finally, they marry, more out of conveni ence than love, but they stay contentedly together for more than 30 years. The final chapter, a discussion of their estate, seems somewhat rushed and tacked on after the slowly paced narrative th at came before. Photographs are scattered throughout. The book is lengthy, but each fact shared is an important building block in telling the tale of this couple in the context of their era. A ri chly rewarding story.-Jamie Watson, Harford County Public Library , MD Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a division of Reed E lsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From The New Yorker Equally at home producing a novel in sonnets or a cornucopian fa mily saga, Seth has few equals as a literary technician. Here he turns to the story of Shanti and Henny, a great-uncle and great-a unt with whom he lived for a time in England. Shanti, an Indian d entist who did some training in Germany, lost an arm while servin g in a British Army dental unit during the Second World War. His wife was a German Jew who fled to England in 1939, and whose moth er and sister perished in concentration camps. The book is less d azzling than its predecessors, but this seems deliberate, as if S eth had adopted the mantle of dutiful family archivist a little t oo successfully. Nonetheless, his quiet tone has cumulative power as it leads us back in time from suburban calm to the death cham bers of Birkenau. Copyright ® 2006 The New Yorker --This text re fers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Fr om Bookmarks Magazine I want [Shanti and Henny] complexly remembe red, Seth writes. I want to mark them true. Seth meets this goal. Two Lives, a biography and record of pre- and postwar life, is a t heart a story about two individuals that fate and urgency?more than romantic love, perhaps?thrust together. Relying on interview s and HennyÃ's gut-wrenching letters from the 1940s and 1950s, Se th reinterprets GermanyÃ's war years and depicts ShantiÃ's strugg le to establish a dental practice and the coupleÃ's deep friendsh ip. Throughout the book, he casts a sharp, clear eye on historica l rumblings, offering a welcome Anglo-Indian perspective on the H olocaust. Seth could have pared down his details, better scrutini zed his relativesÃ' relationship, or been more (or less) objectiv e about their lives. But in the end, Shanti and Henny are two you Ã'll want to meet. Copyright © 2004 Phillips & Nelson Media, Inc . --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From Booklist *Starred Review* Seth is the author o f the hugely popular novel A Suitable Boy (1993), and with the sa me attention to atmospheric detail and nuance of character he bro ught to that book, he now offers a deeply engaging dual biography of his great-uncle and great-aunt. At age 17, Seth journeyed fro m his native Calcutta to London to prepare for study at Oxford, a nd while in the British capital, he became acquainted with his tw o relatives--his uncle, an Indian like himself and a dentist, and his aunt, a German-born Jew--both of whom lived in London, thoug h they had found their way there through much different paths. Af ter writing A Suitable Boy, Seth decided to approach Two Lives no t so much as a personal remembrance as a researched life history of the couple. So, as if one of their stories weren't rich enough , we get two--three, really, since the process of Seth's learning about his uncle's and aunt's lives and revivifying them as a dua l narrative adds up to a third storyline. These two individuals, from widely divergent religious and cultural backgrounds, bring t ogether on a larger plane two important national stories of the t wentieth century: India during the years of division between and discord among Hindus and Muslims, and Germany under the anti-Semi tic Nazi regime. As well as offering an insightful exploration of those broad themes, this beautiful book delivers a passionate an swer to a more personal but timeless question of human relations: How do two people ever manage to end up together? Brad Hooper Co pyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved --Thi s text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this t itle. Review [A] thoughtful, evocative, moving book . . . [Seth] is an amazingly gifted, accomplished, resourceful and charming w riter. (Jonathan Yardley, Washington Post Book World) A great lo ve story, involving two remarkable people. (New York Times) Seth turns biography into powerful literature, distilling the univers al human emotions of passion, grief and the will to survive. (Den ver Post) Full of affection and tenderness . . . An unfailingly respectful memoirist. (Anita Desai, New York Review of Books) A subtle portrait of the complexities of a long companionship . . . A wonderful book. (The Economist) I cannot remember ever being quite so moved by a memoir... [Seth's] achievement has exceeded a ll possible expectations. (Simon Winchester) Irresistible... Ano ther triumph for one the most versatile and engaging of all conte mporary writers... An immensely moving narrative. (Kirkus Reviews (starred)) Eloquent and elegiacal . . . An intricate study of t he way lives and worlds can intertwine. (Los Angeles Book Review) Sensitive and compassionate... Fulfills the obligation Primo Le vi once defined for writers on the Holocaust: it is unadorned and clear. (Pankaj Mishra, New York Times Book Review) Seth has few equals as a literary techinician. (The New Yorker) Something ex traordinary... A thoughtful, engrossing narrative... This remarka ble book offers rich rewards. (Entertainment Weekly) Engaging ne w memoir... Even as you enjoy one [story], you discover another w ithin. (Christian Science Monitor) [A] beautiful, loving, clear- eyed book... Translucent, telling prose. (Seattle Times) Wonderf ul . . . A truly heroic tale which demonstrates just how much can sometimes be achieved against monstrous odds. (Washington Times) --This text refers to the paperback edition. About the Author Vikram Seth has written acclaimed books in several genres: verse novel, The Golden Gate; travel book, From Heaven Lake; animal fab les, Beastly Tales; epic fiction, A Suitable Boy. His most recent novel, An Equal Music, was published in 1999. He lives in Englan d and India. --This text refers to the paperback edition. From T he Washington Post Born and reared in India, schooled in England and the United States, resident at various times of all three of those countries as well as China, Vikram Seth is a genuinely inte rnational man, the personification and embodiment of globalism. H e is also an amazingly gifted, accomplished, resourceful and char ming writer. Published first as a poet and travel writer, he asto nished and delighted readers with his first novel, The Golden Gat e (1986), inspired by Pushkin's Eugene Onegin and written, as tha t classic is, in rhyming verse. His second novel, A Suitable Boy (1993), is a massive, panoramic portrait of India. His third (whi ch I have not read), An Equal Music (1999), is about classical mu sic, in which he has a deep interest. Now, in Two Lives, Seth t urns for the first time to a combination of biography and memoir. The two people in the title are his uncle and aunt, Shanti and H enny, to whom his parents sent him in 1969, when he was 17 years old and about to begin his British schooling at Tonbridge. He was a boarder there but often visited Shanti Uncle and Aunty Henny i n their house in London at 18 Queens Road, Hendon. Both were then 60 years old, and he knew them only slightly. In time, though, t hey were to become two of the most important people in his life. It was in 1994, five years after his aunt's death and four year s before his uncle's, that Seth began to think about making them the subjects of a book. His parents were visiting England, and in the course of a drive to the opera at Plymouth his mother said, You don't know what exactly to write about next. Why don't you wr ite about him? At first Seth was not eager to write about someone so close, but the more he thought about it, the more appealing t he prospect became. He started interviewing Shanti Uncle, who at 86 was eager to talk about the past. He assumed that Aunty Henny would be only a secondary figure because he could not interview h er and there seemed to be no significant documentary trail. Then, a year later, his father discovered a trunk stowed away in the a ttic at 18 Queens Road; it turned out to contain a trove of lette rs dealing with her life during and after World War II. This perm itted him to write a book that really is what its title promises: Two Lives. Acquiring these papers greatly expanded the reach o f Seth's story, for Henny was both German and Jewish. She and Sha nti met sometime in 1933. He was studying dentistry in Berlin and looking for a place to live. He found a room with Ella Caro, who lived in a very large flat with her two daughters, Henny and Lol a, and her son, Heinz. A widower in need of money, she had decide d to rent out the guest room: Shanti discovered more than a year later that when Mrs. Caro phoned her younger daughter Henny with the news that they had a lodger, her first reaction had been: 'Ni mm den Schwarzen nicht' [Don't take the black man]. This was the beginning of a relationship that was to last five and a half deca des. The two eventually became very friendly, and Shanti was wel comed as a de facto member of the Caro family, but a decade and a half passed before they married. Great and often terrible events intervened. Upon completing (with distinction) his dental studie s, Shanti returned to London -- Seth does not understand precisel y why he decided not to practice in India -- in 1937, where his G erman degrees were not recognized, so he had to start all over ag ain. Finally he qualified and in 1938 was offered a position as a n assistant to a Parsi dentist, who refused to give him a partner ship until February 1940, when Shanti volunteered for the Army, a t which point it was too late. By then Henny was also in Englan d. In 1939 she had found sponsorship in England and was able to g et a job with the family of a noted scholar, doing housework and caring for his children: She came with a trunk containing a few c lothes, a few books and a few mementoes of the three decades of h er life in Germany. Less than five weeks later, war was declared. Ella and Lola, who had been unable to emigrate, remained trapped within the borders of their own hostile country. Shanti met her at the train station and took her to her new residence, but soon he was off to Africa and then to Italy, where, in the calamitous battle at Monte Cassino, he lost his right arm below the elbow wh en a shell exploded nearby. The two corresponded irregularly th rough the war. Shanti's letters grew ever more loving and beseech ing, while hers, though hardly chilly, did not return his passion . She had dated a young man named Hans in Berlin and may have hel d out hopes for him, but after the war she learned that he had go ne over to the Nazis. Since she knew by then th, Little Brown & Co., 2005, 2.75, SOFTBACK SHIPPED FROM THE UK.* Edition: Reprint.* Date of Publication: 1984 (1981)* Publisher: Penguin Books.* Binding and cover condition: Colour-illustrated, soft card covers. No bumps or rubs. Absolutely minimal shelf wear to edges & corners. Single crease to spine, none to hinge. Seems lightly used. Spine and leading edge faded. VG* Contents condition: PRIVATE COPY NOT EX-LIBRARY. Clean, crisp, & tight. No annotations, inscriptions or marks to text, very slight paper colouration throughout. All edges slightly aged & grubby. VG* Illustrations: A number of b/w line drawn illustrations and sketch maps within text throughout.* Pages: 326 pp. text.* Product Description:- Born in 1894, Facey lived the rough frontier life of a sheep farmer, survived the gore of Gallipoli, raised a family through the Depression and spent sixty years with his beloved wife, Evelyn. Despite enduring hardships we can barely imagine today, Facey always saw his life as a 'fortunate' one. A true classic of Australian literature, his simply written autobiography is an inspiration. It is the story of a life lived to the full - the extraordinary journey of an ordinary man.* This is a VG reprint copy with minimal shelf wear but with faded cover and with some age.*, Penguin Books Ltd, 1984-01-01, 3, Dover Publications, 2012-11-21. Paperback. Very Good. Signed by Author. Dover Publications [Published Date: 2012] Soft cover, 248 pp. Dover republication of the edition published by Signal Books, Ltd., Oxford, 2012. Inscribed (personalized) and signed (first name only) by author on title page. In very good condition. Glossy pictorial paper covers have light bumping to edges and light overall scuffing. Binding tight. Pages clean and unmarked. NOT Ex-Library. NO remainder marks. [From back cover] n 1867, a California newspaper commissioned Mark Twain to accompany a group of travelers to the Holy Land and report on his experiences. The trip provided the humorist with an abundance of material for his satiric classic. The Innocents Abroad. A century and a half later, author Ian Strathcarron scrupulously retraces Twain's footsteps, recounting the history of his predecessor's journeys and his own impressions of the region and its people. A travel book as well as a unique literary history, Innocence and War is the first complete book devoted to this particular episode in Twain's life. Its itinerary ranges from Ephesus, Beirut, and Damascus to the Golan and the Galilee, the West Bank, Jerusalem, and Bethlehem. Strathcarron, traveling by car rather than horseback, visits each of the hotels and monasteries frequented by the earlier party. His humorous and engaging narrative, augmented by Twain's observations, offers fascinating historic and modern insights into the ever-volatile Middle East., Dover Publications, 2012-11-21, 3, London: Dent / Everymans Library , 1987 Book. Near Fine. Pbk. 1st Pbk Edition. Travels in West Africa (Everyman Classics Series)No European woman had ventured where Kingsley would venture, and no man either. In defiance of Victorian notions about women's roles, she journeyed through West Africa, climbed mountains, experienced harrowing adventures, dwelling among cannibals, and lived to write one of the most admired books of high adventure of all time. 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