NOVEDADES

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?

The eminent and much-awarded designer is well-known and respected for her high-end, poetic gardens that are contemporary yet full of elegant softness inspired by quintessential English gardens—perfect for today’s lifestyles and a lovely way to update and complement a historic house. Here, she fully explores her own twenty-acre garden, which she has developed and cared for meticulously over decades—the historic Pepperidge Farm estate in Fairfield, Connecticut—breaking down her design process by touring the garden in sections and adding thematic essays full of a career’s worth of tips and tricks so all home gardeners can adapt elements of her approach themselves, including the following: form and structure, color, ornament, incorporating history, layering plantings, creating meadows, cultivating an orchard, planning a perennial garden, creating a pool garden, incorporating edibles and vegetables, making a garden appealing to wildlife, and planning for seasonality (winter structure and interest).

After being fired for taking an uncharacteristic risk at her commodities trading job, Bea Macon sublets her New York apartment and books a one-way ticket to stay with her mother, Christy, a free spirit who has been living in Salt Lake City on Bea’s dime. Usually the responsible one, Bea isn’t about to admit exactly why she’s suddenly decided to visit, but she isn’t the only one keeping secrets: Christy has a man. She has a map. She has . . . a username on a forum devoted to unearthing $1 million in buried treasure hidden somewhere in the western US? Bea is convinced this is just another one of her mother’s wild larks. But Christy believes she’s onto something—and she’s arranged a rendezvous in a rural town called Mercy with the guy she’s been obsessively trading theories with online to prove it. Out in the desert that one woman believes to be a promised land, the other a wasteland, Bea and Christy find themselves embroiled in a more high-stakes, transformative escapade than either could have imagined.

Dwight es un hombre con un sórdido trabajo de detective privado y un montón de recuerdos de emociones que podrían haber sido amor y de las múltiples maneras en que la fastidió. Dwight daría lo que fuera por salir del infierno gris y entumecido en que se ha convertido su vida. entonces, de repente, un día regresa su recuerdo más vívido y sangranteregresa Ava.

Despierto desorientada, turbada, en un espacio frío de no más de tres metros cuadrados. Estoy tendida en una cama desconocida, , envuelta casi por completo en gasas, con tubos que atraviesan mi piel y máquinas que registran lo que aún late dentro de mí. El aire es denso, impregnado del olor metálico de los instrumentos estériles, mezclado con un leve zumbido de monitores que no cesan de emitir su lenguaje incomprensible. De mi garganta brota un clamor desesperado, fuerte, casi salvaje, que rompe el silencio de la madrugada: ¿Dónde está mi hijo? El eco de mi propia voz me devuelve la soledad de la habitación, pero también me confirma que sigo viva. Ese espacio se convirtió en mi salvación, el cristal se volvió en ese puente de unión entre el mundo exterior y la Unidad de Quemados. Yo los observaba desde la cama y, aunque no podía tocarlos, sentía cómo su amor, su fuerza y su fe lograban atravesar la barrera del vidrio. Nunca me dejaron sola. Nunca dejaron de estar conmigo. Cada día, familiares y amigos acudían a ese patio que no podían atravesar, pero que se transformaba en punto de encuentro, en un escenario de abrazos a la distancia.