NOVEDADES

From grand formal French gardens with meticulously sculpted topiaries to the poetry of a bohemian country estate, and from a botanical kitchen garden to an exotic tropical oasis on the Mediterranean coast, French gardening expert and television presenter Stéphane Marie invites readers on a tour of his favorite gardens across France. His encounters with passionate gardeners who have cultivated their plots with creativity highlight France’s incredibly varied microclimates and offer inspiration for nature lovers everywhere. This beautifully curated volume brings together twenty-seven stunning gardens spanning ten French regions, selected both for their originality and the richness of their flora. Marie's accounts of the design history and creation of each garden are accompanied by detailed sections on the plants, flowers, and trees that make them unique. Visitors are welcome at each of these gardens, and the chapters are completed with practical information and tips on how to plan your visit.

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?

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.

Two decades ago, the Bloodmoons ruthlessly murdered Saffron Killoran’s parents, destroying her idyllic childhood. Hell-bent on revenge, she lies her way into Silvercloak Academy—the training ground for her city’s elite order of detectives—with a single goal: to bring the Bloodmoons to justice. But when Saff’s deception is exposed, rather than being cast out, she’s given a rare opportunity: to go undercover and tear the Bloodmoons down from the inside. Descending into a world where pleasure and pain are the most powerful currencies, Saff must commit some truly heinous deeds to keep her cover—and her life. Not only are there rival gangs and sinister smuggling rings to contend with, but there’s also her growing feelings for the kingpin’s tortured son, with his vicious pet fallowwolf, his dark past, and the curious prophecy foretelling his death at Saffron’s hand.

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.