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#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts begins her Time and Again duology with Time Was—a story of the love between two people that transcends centuries. When the plane went down in the mountains near her cabin home, Liberty Stone rushed to the scene determined to help somehow. She encountered a miracle when she found the pilot had not only survived the crash but sustained no life-threatening injuries. Recuperating from minor wounds in his host’s remote cabin, Caleb Hornblower is grateful for Liberty’s care but he must return home—to the twenty-third century. The longer he remains in the past, the more uncertain his future. And as Caleb spends more time with Liberty, he realizes that if he has to give up the woman he’s growing to love, he has no future.
Ian McDonald weaves a love story across an endless expanse with his science fiction novella Time Was A love story stitched across time and war, shaped by the power of books, and ultimately destroyed by it. In the heart of World War II, Tom and Ben became lovers. Brought together by a secret project designed to hide British targets from German radar, the two founded a love that could not be revealed. When the project went wrong, Tom and Ben vanished into nothingness, presumed dead. Their bodies were never found. Now the two are lost in time, hunting each other across decades, leaving clues in books of poetry and trying to make their desperate timelines overlap. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
"Some bookstores are filled with stories both inside and outside the bindings. These are places of sanctuary, even redemption---and Jeremy Mercer has found both amid the stacks of Shakespeare & Co." ---Paul Collins, author of Sixpence House: Lost in a Town of Books In a small square on the left bank of the Seine, the door to a green-fronted bookshop beckoned. . . . With gangsters on his tail and his meager savings in hand, crime reporter Jeremy Mercer fled Canada in 1999 and ended up in Paris. Broke and almost homeless, he found himself invited to a tea party amongst the riffraff of the timeless Left Bank fantasy known as Shakespeare & Co. In its present incarnation, Shakespeare & Co. has become a destination for writers and readers the world over, trying to reclaim the lost world of literary Paris in the 1920s. Having been inspired by Sylvia Beach's original store, the present owner, George Whitman, invites writers who are down and out in Paris to live and dream amid the bookshelves in return for work. Jeremy Mercer tumbled into this literary rabbit hole and found a life of camaraderie with the other eccentric residents, and became, for a time, George Whitman's confidante and right-hand man. Time Was Soft There is one of the great stories of bohemian Paris and recalls the work of many writers who were bewitched by the City of Light in their youth. Jeremy's comrades include Simon, the eccentric British poet who refuses to give up his bed in the antiquarian book room, beautiful blonde Pia, who contributes the elegant spirit of Parisian couture to the store, the handsome American Kurt, who flirts with beautiful women looking for copies of Tropic of Cancer, and George himself, the man who holds the key to it all. As Time Was Soft There winds in and around the streets of Paris, the staff fall in and out of love, straighten bookshelves, host tea parties, drink in the more down-at-the-heels cafés, sell a few books, and help George find a way to keep his endangered bookstore open. Spend a few days with Jeremy Mercer at 37 Rue de la Bucherie, and discover the bohemian world of Paris that still bustles in the shadow of Notre Dame. "Jeremy Mercer has captured Shakespeare & Co. and its complicated owner, George Whitman, with remarkable insight. Time Was Soft There is a charming memoir about living in Whitman's Shakespeare & Co. and the strange, broken, lost, and occasionally talented, eccentrics and residents of this Tumblewood Hotel." ---Noel Riley Fitch, author of Sylvia Beach and the Lost Generation: A History of Literary Paris in the Twenties & Thirties "There does seem to be something about the odd ducks that work at bookstores. Jeremy Mercer has captured the story of a wonderful, unique store that could only be born out of a love for books and the written word." --- Liz Schlegel, the Book Revue bookshop, Huntington, New York
Poetry is a mysterious combination of images, sounds, reflections prompted by reader and writer, a rhythm of thoughts conveyed in expressive phrases to convey subtle or blunt messages. Poetry is a challenge to the uninitiated and a rewarding experience to those who revel in imagination. Times change. Some disparage the simple rhyme. Yet the sing-song effort of positioning image with image tickles the imagination, spurs the memory, and prompts recollections of other times and other feelings. Rhyming, when forced, results in cheap efforts to create images or phrases based on convention. Words that result in confusion fail in that the reader misses the intended thought. Ballads, odes, songs, sonnets, elegies, epigrams, epitaphs, inscriptions, and autographs come into their own in their own times and days. Many linger and stand true through the ages. Flawed artistic forms fall short to dismay their observers by lack of substance, or perhaps even by lack of convention. No claim is made here that any of the following will linger through time unscathed or even remembered. Some may be challenged by their lack of substance. A few, perhaps, will strike a convergent point of identity and be accepted for what they are: observations by one recalling points in time.
Separated by time and space, a Catholic priest, a Neuroscientist, and his fourteen-year-old son fight a Brahmin double agent and struggle to return the past, present, and future to their proper order.
Adrienne's poems are, above all, accurate. She falsifies nothing, though she does tell wonderful stories wholly drawn from her imagination. The emotional truth is always there; her voices are authentic, her characters convincing, her landscapes vividly realized--all these the result of much work.
In a leafy square on Paris's Left Bank, a young writer finds a home and an unlikely mentor among the shelves of a legendary bookshop.
This is a story of survival, my survival. While walking home from a resturant where we had been to bid farewell to my friend, who was going to live in Greece I was hit by a car, leaving me almost dead. I spent 8 months in hospital trying to recover from the very serious injuries that I sustained that night and it was wrote in an attempt to give hope to others who have to deal with such injuries or the families who need to be there when such a dramatic, life changing event happens
In his mind, then, small cracks opened, from which ancient images emerged, perhaps lost in the mass grave of those fragments of mem ories thrown there, randomly and confused with others, buried in the cemetery of lost memories. As it happens when a ray of sunshine penetrates from the dormer window, to break through the walls of the darkness of a dusty attic, so the darkness of that mass grave was pierced by the dazzling reflection of a glow of memory, which raised the dust of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years past, that eternity had deposited there. ?Perhaps it is these ? he thought ? that appear in those strange dreams without meaning, where it happens that the door of the mass grave of those confused fragments opens and come out like the gusts of the winds of Aeolus, enclosed in the wineskin....