NOVEDADES

Sophie Beckett never dreamed she’d be able to sneak into Lady Bridgerton’s famed masquerade ball—or that she would be spinning in the arms of her “Prince Charming”—the debonair and devastatingly handsome Benedict Bridgerton. But when the clock strikes midnight, Sophie’s enchanting evening ends. Since that night Benedict has been able to think of nothing but the bewitching young woman, and he’s sworn to find and wed his mystery miss. Yet will another unexpectedly steal his heart—and his chance for a fairy tale love?

“You know the most dangerous kind of villain? A woman with nothing left to lose.” In a world ruled by the cruel and merciless Stars, Elara has been cursed by fate. A prophecy promises she will fall for a Star, but that it will kill them both. So when Ariete, Star of Wrath, War and Chaos, descends to wreak havoc on Elara’s kingdom, she flees her home—the Kingdom of Night—for the neighbouring Helios, Kingdom of Light. And strides straight into the arms of an enemy prince. Fearing that Ariete might turn his sights to Helios next, Prince Lorenzo is forced to train Elara as a weapon—one worthy of battling against the tyrannical reign of the Stars. But there are shadows even within the Kingdom of Light—and they threaten to reveal the darkness in Lorenzo’s past and the ancient magic that slumbers in Elara’s veins. And with it all comes an undeniable, star-crossed pull between Elara and Lorenzo that neither can seem to resist…

Juniper After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he’ll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning—it’s my heart the demon wants next. Zane I’ve been hunting souls for centuries, but she’s the ultimate prize—vicious and feral with a broken soul as dark as my own. I thought claiming her would be a simple game, but Juniper is far from simple. I chose to follow her on a path drenched with the blood of her enemies, but it’s our blood that may be spilled next. As an ancient God wakes from its slumber, neither of us may survive.

The Sharaf family is the picture of success. Prosperous, rich, happy. They came to this country as refugees with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. And now, after years of hard work, they live in the most exclusive neighborhood, their growing family attending the most prestigious schools. Zorah, the eldest daughter, is the apple of her father’s eye. When an unthinkable tragedy strikes, everyone is left reeling and the family is thrust into the court of public opinion. There is talk that behind closed doors the Sharafs’ happy household was anything but. Did the Sharaf family achieve the American dream? Or was the image of the model immigrant family just a façade?

Dan and Tamma are two teenagers in their last year of high school in the southern Mojave Desert. One is a gifted golden child, the other a mouthy burnout. Climbing boulders in trash-strewn parking lots during cold desert nights, they seal their unique bond and dream of a life of adventure. As the year progresses and adult reality looms, they are rocked by change and pulled apart by irreconcilable obligations. Differences of class, talent, and prospects take on new importance; options dwindle, and their decisions grow ever more consequential and perilous. It feels inevitable, finally, that something must give.

Congo is rich. Swaths of the war-torn African country lack basic infrastructure, and, after many decades of colonial occupation, its people are officially among the poorest in the world. But hidden beneath the soil are vast quantities of cobalt, lithium, copper, tin, tantalum, tungsten, and other treasures. Recently, this veritable periodic table of resources has become extremely valuable because these metals are essential for the global “energy transition”—the plan for wealthy nations to wean themselves off fossil fuels by shifting to sustainable forms of energy, such as solar and wind. The race to electrify the world’s economy has begun, and China has a considerable head start. From Indonesia to South America to Central Africa, Beijing has invested in mines and infrastructure for decades. But the U.S. has begun fighting back with massive investments of its own, as well as sanctions and disruptive tariffs. In this rush for green energy, the world has become utterly reliant on resources unearthed far away and willfully blind to the terrible political, environmental, and social consequences of their extraction. If the Democratic Republic of the Congo possesses such riches, why are its children routinely descending deep into treacherous mines to dig with the most rudimentary of tools, or in some cases their bare hands? Why are Indonesia’s seas and skies being polluted in a rush for battery metals? Why is the Western Sahara, a source for phosphates, still being treated like a colony? Who must pay the price for progress?

Un premio nobel y un astrofísico superventas unen sus fuerzas para descubrir cómo el universo insufló vida a la materia. Durante más de un siglo, los orígenes y la expansión de la vida en la Tierra han permanecido envueltos en un halo de misterio. En Vida y cosmos, Mario Livio y Jack Szostak nos muestran cómo nuevos descubrimientos y tecnologías están generando un progreso científico inaudito para resolver estas cuestiones. A través de la visión panorámica que ofrece la astrobiología, un campo multidisciplinario y vanguardista que fusiona biología, química, astronomía y otras ramas, los autores nos sumergen de una forma fluida y profunda en el conocimiento actual sobre el origen de la vida en la Tierra. Una exploración decisiva sobre si la vida es un accidente fortuito o un imperativo químico.

Una lectura absorbente que arroja luz sobre uno de los delitos más lucrativos y desconocidos del mundo: el robo de arte. Casi tan antiguos como la propia humanidad, los robos de arte se remontan hasta los orígenes de los primeros grandes imperios. Desde entonces, nos fascinan y repelen por igual, pero, ¿qué se esconde tras ellos? ¿Por qué se roba el arte? ¿Qué ocurre con las piezas robadas? ¿Existen realmente los robos por encargo? ¿Cómo funciona el mercado negro del arte? Encontraremos respuesta en este apasionante recorrido a través de cincuenta robos y saqueos que han determinado el rumbo de la historia. Pero, sobre todo, intentaremos dar respuesta al mayor enigma de todos, ¿por qué, a pesar de que la mayoría de nosotros nos encontramos del lado bueno de la historia, nos resultan tan fascinantes?

Un testimonio epistolar basado en una historia real que consuela y nos recuerda que filosofar, a veces, es otra forma de amar. Nuria tiene toda la vida por delante. Al cumplir treinta y tres años recibe un terrible diagnóstico: cáncer de colon. Desorientada y en busca de sentido, decide escribir a su antiguo profesor de Ética. Lo que comienza como una carta de desahogo, tímida y dolorosa, se convierte en un relato estremecedor —real y al mismo tiempo literario— sobre la vida, el sufrimiento y la muerte. Enrique Bonete, catedrático de la Universidad de Salamanca, acompaña a su alumna Nuria en un recorrido filosófico y humano. Como mentor, la guía del desconcierto al sosiego, de la angustia al asombro, en una travesía que, pese a todo, resulta luminosa gracias a las voces de Platón, Séneca, Montaigne, Descartes, Spinoza, Schopenhauer y Unamuno. ¿Ha sido Nuria devorada por la Nada o se ha reunido con Dios? Nadie lo sabe. Pero sus palabras quedan, y en ellas se ejercita el verdadero filosofar: aprender a morir. «Disculpe mi pesimismo, profesor: a veces ahoga. Especialmente durante las noches, cuando me siento sola, desprotegida, rodeada de un silencio inquietante. Pero también por el día. En realidad, se podría decir que la oscuridad mental es algo así como mi estado más duradero, una constante compañera. Profe, me invaden las tinieblas… Y tengo miedo… Por eso busco la luz y la fortaleza moral de los sabios que usted tanto estudia. Sin sus correos, profesor, estaría perdida, muy deprimida, tristísima, sin iluminación respecto de lo que está pasando.»