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When Beth Kephart met and fell in love with the artist who would become her husband, she had little knowledge of the coffee farm he came from. Kephart's "lush. . . poetic evocation of Salvadorian life, its magic and tragedies" ("Los Angeles Times") offers her testament to the ties that bind.
Upon attaining a degree in Earth System History from the University of Saurat, Rachel Elam, the school's star atol player, her fianc, and two friends receive a fully financed tour to study the old, disregarded planet called Earth. All of her life she has been enchanted by the planet, the origin of many life forms in her galaxy. She is excited to explore it now. Retired cop Sodedo Ronah, a true curmudgeon, runs the travel bureau and knows that Earth is not a place where the young graduate and her friends should visit. However, he is forced by sworn code to keep the true use of the planet a secret. Knowing that he is forced to allow a journey that will end in disaster, he and a colleague set out to help the young travelers. Upon their arrival, Rachel and her friends quickly discover that Earth is now being used by society as a prison for the most violent criminals in the populated planetary systems. With their survival at stake, Rachel must rely on her courage, intellectual resourcefulness, and her athletic prowess to escape the planet and save her friends and herself.
From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M
Offers a testament of the author's marriage to her artist husband and her revelations about his war-torn coffee farm home in El Salvador.