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When the day began, it was just like any other. Or so it seemed. The sun had come up with its warm rays shining through the trees and into the bedroom window of the little cabin in the woods. Outside the window, birds are singing because spring has just begun. The daffodils have already burst through the ground and are in full bloom, their bright yellow blossoms are a welcoming sight after a long cold winter.This day, however, will not be like any the couple has ever known. For that matter, it will be unlike anything that has ever happened throughout the entire world. It will be a day that time stood still! What makes this day different? Why is it important?Half way around the world an event will happen that will cause worldwide panic. Everyone on earth will be thrust into chaos such as it has never known. What is this event? What is the chaos? This story will tell you. The most surprising thing is--much of this book is not fiction, but fact!
You can't make an omelet... With great power, comes great responsibility. Or so Jill Gooder is about to find out. ...with custard creams. Duh!
'Folks, life is beautiful! Bring on the drinks, I'm sticking around till I'm ninety! Do you hear?' A young boy grows up in a sleepy Czech community where little changes. His raucous, mischievous Uncle Pepin came to stay with the family years ago, and never left. But the outside world is encroaching on their close-knit town - first in the shape of German occupiers, and then with the new Communist order. Elegiac and moving, Bohumil Hrabal's gem-like portrayal of the passing of an age is filled with wit, life and tenderness. 'What is unique about Hrabal is his capacity for joy' Milan Kundera 'Even in a town where nothing happens, Hrabal's meticulous and exuberant fascination with the human voice insists that, as long as there's still breath in a body, life is endlessly eventful' Independent
Our lives are spent watching the clock. We go to sleep by it. Wake up to it. Rely on it. Race it.It's easy to forget that we're only given so much.We ignore it because we're convinced we'll always have more.I am proof that we aren't promised anything.The clock owes us nothing.I know this because not only was Time my name, I wasn't given enough of it.Sure I had challenges but I vowed to make the most of it, of my young life.My limitations wouldn't hold me back.Time was on my side.Then I was told otherwise.Now the clock was working against me.I would face this disease alone.Then he walked in and changed everything.He gave me a reason to fight.He helped me prepare.Like others before me, when time slowed I wasn't ready.I begged for more.But the clock, it stopped for no one.On the day my world went black, I refused to take him with me.Only he didn't listen.I was a doctor.A bringer of bad news.I read the chart.She was fucked.My hands, they were tied.I was a doctor who could not heal what was beyond that door.I had no hope to offer her.But I wanted this over with.The sooner the better.I walked in, looked up and saw color.Not one.All of them.They surrounded her.She was a patient.You did not cross that line.I would not cross that line.I should have kept my eyes closed.Life was easier when you didn't see.But they were open now.They saw her.They saw everything.Suddenly invisible lines ceased to matter.For me, Time mattered.How far would you go to make sure the one you loved had enough of it?Would you challenge the clock?Help them prepare?Could you watch them suffer?Could you accept a life without them in it?Or, would you follow them into the darkness?I did. This is our story.
During the 1920s and early 1930s, the people of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia were living, thinking, and working as their forefathers had done for centuries. Their resistance to change extended to most areas of their lives, including their archaic way of speaking, the low position of women in the mountain home and society, and their outdated farming methods that drained the land of its productiveness each succeeding year. Their invariable response to suggestions for change was hostile: "This is the way my pa did it, and it was the way his pa did it. We ain't never done no different." Since those days--especially after the establishment of the Shenandoah National Park in 1935--vast changes have swept this primitive civilization away, and the picturesque mountaineer of story and legend has become a fading memory. Early in his ministry, Dr. Ribble worked as a missionary among these hardy but culturally-isolated Blue Ridge Mountain people. In his book Where Time Stood Still, he recounts delightful stories about the Blue Ridge Mountain folk, painting a vivid portrait of these mountaineers. A few of these stories involve the stereotypical hillbilly, such as shotgun weddings and illegal moonshining. On the whole, however, his stories paint a much more complete and sympathetic picture of these mountain people, whom he came to know well and for whom he came to feel great respect and affection.
THE STORY: TIME STANDS STILL focuses on Sarah and James, a photojournalist and a foreign correspondent trying to find happiness in a world that seems to have gone crazy. Theirs is a partnership based on telling the toughest stories, and together, m
Over drinks at a bar on Saint Thomas, Mike Ross overhears a tale that captivates his attention. In 1595, the Spanish galleon Santa Madero sank off the coast of Saint Croix, taking its crew and a treasure worth millions to the ocean floor, but attempts to recover the treasure over many centuries have all met mysterious and tragic ends. Giving little credence to the story of the curse surrounding the treasure, Ross enlists his best friend and partner, Lou Velez, to recover the sunken fortune. Far below the tranquil blue sea, both men engage in a horrifying confrontation that leaves Velez on the verge of death. As his friend battles for his life, Ross studies the few artifacts they had managed to recover: a handful of doubloons and a coral-encrusted idol. But what is this idol, and what secret does it hold? As Ross diggers deeper into the origin of the idol, an enigmatic and beautiful woman enters his world, speaking of more danger and another treasure worth millions. As the idol yields its secret—an ancient amulet which has to power to control time—Ross and his new partner set sail for a new sunken treasure as two mysterious and brutal agents relentlessly pursue them.
The Little Town Where Time Stood Still contains two linked narratives by the incomparable Bohumil Hrabal, whom Milan Kundera has described as “Czechoslovakia’s greatest writer.” “Cutting It Short” is set before World War II in a small country town, and it relates the scandalizing escapades of Maryška, the flamboyant wife of Francin, who manages the local brewery. Maryška drinks. She rides a bicycle, letting her long hair fly. She butchers pigs, frolics in blood, and leads on the local butcher. She’s a Madame Bovary without apologies driven to keep up with the new fast-paced mechanized modern world that is obliterating whatever sleepy pieties are left over from the defunct Austro-Hungarian Empire. “The Little Town Where Time Stood Still” is told by Maryška and Francin’s son and concerns the exploits of his Uncle Pepin, who holds his own against the occupying Nazis but succumbs to silence as the new post–World War II Communist order cements its colorless control over daily life. Together, Hrabal’s rousing and outrageous yarns stand as a hilarious and heartbreaking tribute to the always imperiled sweetness of lust, love, and life.
A masterpiece of humanism, Time Stood Still recounts Paul Cohen-Portheim's years of internment in England as an enemy alien during World War One. An artist and theatre designer, he at first viewed internment as a sort of holiday: 'Should I bring my bathing things and evening dress?' he asked the policeman taking him prisoner. Though confined in a 'gentleman's camp' near Wakefield, as Cohen-Portheim shows with grace, humour, and deep compassion, even under the best conditions, the simple act of being confined and placed in a sort of limbo is a form of torture: 'Where there is no aim, no object, no sense, there is no time.' Time Stood Still is a passionate but balanced argument against internment and its inherently dehumanizing effects. 'Cohen-Portheim is a beautiful writer. It’s an important book not just in concentration camp history, but in world history.' - Andrea Pitzer, author of One Long Night: A Global History of Concentration Camp 'Splendid in its restraint, its sanity, and its understanding of war ... a civilian All Quiet on the Western Front' - The New York Times Time Stood Still continues the mission of Recovered Books series to rescue exceptional books long unavailable to today’s readers.