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Da Capo Lifelong Books. Very Good. 6.25 x 1 x 9.25 inches. Paperback. 2013. 336 pages. <br>Is an orange or a guava the best source of vitamin C? Is farm-raised or wild salmon higher in omega 3 fats? If you' ve always wondered what foods to turn to when you need more fiber in your diet or which foods you can count on when you've got an upset stomach, The Best Things You Can Eat as the answers, and ev en a few surprises. Registered Dietitian and bestselling author D avid Grotto draws on the latest nutritional and scientific resear ch to assemble the most authoritative compilation of food ranking s ever produced. Editorial Reviews Review An objective and high ly readable cornucopia of advice and information...Readers will f ind real answers about the nutrient content of all kinds of readi ly available foods, become aware of surprisingly healthy ?shocker foods,' and emerge more educated about food's health benefits-wh ether they're new to choosing healthier foods or not. This exhaus tively researched book should be a top pick for any nutrition-con scious foodie. Philadelphia Tribune, 3/8 Whether readers are lo oking for something to settle an upset stomach, the best way to c ontrol blood sugar or the easiest source of vitamin D, The Best T hings You Can Eat provides useful, accessible answers for healthy living. Miami Herald, 3/19/13 A great book about food, nutriti on, and health should be informative not sensationalistic, access ible, science-based, and easy to nagivate...The Best Things You C an Eat is all that. Midwest Book Review, March 2013 Any collect ion strong in nutrition and health needs this solid connection be tween food choices and optimum health. ., Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2013, 3, Penguin Books. Good. 8.1 x 5.3 x 0.7 inches. Paperback. 2003. 288 pages. Text tanned.<br>In this eye-opening resource, Dr. Sal Severe taps his twenty-five years of experience as a school psych ologist and parenting workshop leader to show that a child's beha vior is often a reflection of the parent's behavior, and by makin g changes themselves, parents can achieve dramatic results in the ir children. Instead of focusing on what children do wrong, Dr. S evere teaches parents to emphasize the positive, to be consistent , and to be more patient. He shows parents how to teach their chi ldren to behave, listen, and be more cooperative, and how moms an d dads can manage their own anger and prevent arguments and power struggles. Packed with concrete strategies for dealing with home work hassles, ending tantrums, and other common problems, Dr. Sev ere's empathetic, common-sense book will be welcome everywhere. Editorial Reviews Review The book gives parents the confidence t hey need to practice self-discipline, patience, and consistency i n order to raise well-behaved children. --New York Daily News Th is book speaks to the heart of the family system--the parents. Pa rents must behave so their children will, too! --John Bradshaw I found this to be a very valuable book. It has helped me immensel y with my own children. --Jack Canfield About the Author Dr. Sal Severe has been a school psychologist for more than twenty-five years. He serves on the advisory board of Parents magazine and is a member of the National Association of School Psychologists. Dr . Severe is also the author of How to Behave So Your Preschooler Will, Too! Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserve d. Chapter 1 (How Successful Parents Behave) Whenever I am asked if my children have ever done something I was unprepared to hand le, I tell this story. Anthony was almost three years old when my spouse became pregnant. We knew it was vital to prepare him for the arrival of a new baby. We wanted to avoid the dreaded effects of sibling rivalry. We read the Berenstain Bears New Baby book a dozen times. We did everything imaginable to make him feel that our new baby was also going to be his new baby. As Mom's tummy be gan to grow, Anthony kept a little doll tucked beneath the front of his T-shirt. Leah's birth fascinated Anthony. He was so excit ed. Nearly everyone who brought a present for Leah brought one fo r him. It was like Christmas in May. He loved his new sister, eve n though he noticed that she did not have any teeth. Everything w as going just as we had planned. On Leah's sixth day home, it ha ppened. Anthony hopped out of the bathtub. His rosy skin smelled like soap and baby powder. He asked if he could have an apple. I said sure. He reappeared a few moments later and placed one hand on the back of my chair while holding the apple in the other. Da d, I think I'm in trouble. What for? I asked. Well, when I was getting my apple, I accidentally peed in the refrigerator. You'r e right, I said. You are in trouble. What We Want My children c reate many challenging situations. Occasionally I am amused. Ofte n I feel frustrated and discouraged. Sometimes I feel embarrassed and guilty. Our children are a measure of our success and worthi ness. We judge ourselves by their success and achievements. We co mpare ourselves to other parents, and compare our children to oth er children. Have you ever watched people buy apples? We rotate e ach apple looking for a blemish. We hold it up to the light, exam ining the reflection. We squeeze each one for firmness. We study each competitor looking for the perfect apple. Parents want perf ect apples. We want successful children, happy and well adjusted. We want them to feel good about themselves. We want children who are loving and respectful of others, well behaved, and self-moti vated. We want them to be independent-not still living with us wh en they are thirty. All parents have the same goals and aspiratio ns. What We Have Most parents confront the same behavior proble ms. We become annoyed repeating everything three times. We spend too much time arguing. We become drained from the nagging and whi ning and manipulating and quarreling, and exhausted from shouting and threatening. At times, it seems that all we do is punish. We feel guilty for getting angry, but it appears to be the only way to get results. We blame ourselves and feel ineffective for not knowing what to do. There are times when we dislike our children because their misbehavior makes us feel so inadequate and miserab le. Raising well-behaved children is not easy. Many parents fail not because they are inadequate or because they lack love for th eir children or because they want something less than the best fo r their children, but because they are inconsistent. They procras tinate. They give warnings but do not follow through. They say th ings they do not mean. They lack patience. They punish in anger. Unsuccessful parents attend to the negative rather than the posit ive. They criticize too much. Parents who have discipline problem s do not plan. They do not realize that they can be part of the p roblem. Parents are part of the problem because of their pattern s of reaction. Parents usually react in one of two ways. Sometime s parents react passively; they give in to misbehavior because th ey do not feel like confronting the problem, at least not right t hen. You will learn why giving in makes misbehavior worse. Someti mes parents react with anger. You can also learn how reacting wit h anger makes misbehavior worse. The way you react to your child ren's misbehavior affects future misbehavior. A certain amount of misbehavior is normal; my guess is that young children misbehave about 5 percent of the time. (Some days it feels like 50 percent !) Knowing how to react to this 5 percent is crucial. Reacting co rrectly and consistently can reduce misbehavior from 5 percent to less than 2 percent while reacting incorrectly can increase misb ehavior to 10 percent or more. Knowing how to react is essential , but knowing how to prevent discipline problems is more importan t. You can escape many predicaments by setting up a few guideline s in advance. Successful parents believe in prevention and planni ng; they are more proactive than reactive. You will learn several strategies to help you be more proactive. What We Need What fa ctors contribute to successful parenting? Successful parents and their children are partners in discipline. Successful parents kno w that discipline is a teaching process, not just punishment. Suc cessful parents understand that their behavior and emotions affec t their children's behavior and emotions. Successful parents mode l responsibility; they focus their attention and energy on the po sitive aspects of their children's behavior and emphasize coopera tion, not control. Successful parents teach their children to thi nk for themselves. They teach children self-control. Successful p arents build self-esteem. They know that healthy self-esteem is t he main ingredient children need to develop self-confidence and r esiliency. Successful parents learn from their children. They de velop reaction patterns that reduce misbehavior. Successful paren ts are consistent; they say what they mean and mean what they say . They follow through. Successful parents stay calm when their bu ttons are being pushed. They use punishments that teach, not get even. Successful parents connect special activities with good beh avior. Successful parents anticipate problems. They have a game plan. They have proactive strategies for managing tantrums, disob edience, fighting, arguments, and power struggles. Successful par ents have plans that teach the value of completing chores, earnin g allowances, and doing homework. Successful parents do not let misbehavior keep them from enjoying their children. Successful pa rents are strict but positive. They are serious about the importa nce of proper conduct, but they have a childlike sense of humor w henever it is needed. Successful parents know how to appreciate t heir children, even when they are misbehaving. Most importantly, successful parents are open to change. How This Book Will Help This book will make your life easier. This book teaches you how t o get your children to listen the first time you ask them to do s omething. It teaches you how to be more consistent. It shows you how to get your children to behave without getting angry. It expl ains how to use incentives without bribing. It shows you how to u se punishments that teach. It explains how to punish your childre n without feeling punished yourself. It teaches you how to correc t your children without arguments and power struggles. It empower s you to handle teasing and tantrums. It will even tell you what to do when one of your children pees in the refrigerator. If you already have well-behaved children, thank your higher power. Thi s book will help you, too. It will make you more conscious of the successful strategies you are currently using. This book will sh ow you how to maintain good behavior, and it will prepare you for any future problems. One of the best sources of help for parent s is other parents. I realized this after watching parents who ha ve attended my parenting workshops. It's thrilling to see parents pick each other's brains for techniques. They find ideas that wi ll stop Jonathan's tantrums or get Heather to do her homework or get the twins to stop fighting. This book is a collection of idea s that I have learned from parents-parents who were fatigued and confused, parents drained by yelling, parents who felt imprisoned by their children, parents who walked through life on a treadmil l, parents whose hearts were empty, parents who sometimes felt li ke giving up. Parents who discovered a better way. All the examp les in this book are true stories from actual parents with real p roblems. The ideas in this book are simple and practical. Everyth ing is explained in down-to-earth language. There are a number o f theories about parent and child behavior. Most authors accept o ne theory. They try to convince you that their ideas work for eve ry parent and every child. After trying this approach, I decided it was insufficient. Since every parent and child is unique, why not use a variety of methods? Use the best from every theory. Thi s book provides hundreds of ideas. Not all of them will work all the time. You need to select the ideas that make sense to you. H ow We Learn Parenting Behavior We learned most of our parenting behavior from our parents. Have you ever said something to your c hildren and then realized you heard these same words-Be careful o r you'll break your neck, Be quiet and eat-when you were a child? We parent the way we were parented. We discipline as we were dis ciplined. Most ideas that we learned from our parents are helpful , but some are not. We pick and choose from these methods. Things we like, we use. Things we do not like, we don't. We also learn by watching other parents for good ideas and by talking with fri ends. We learn from their experiences, they learn from ours, and we share techniques that work. We also learn by trial and error. Much of what we do with our children is based on our best guess at the time. Some things work; some fail. This happens to us all. Every firstborn child is a test; we begin using trial and error the moment we get home from the hospital. I remember feeling conf used and helpless. The baby is crying-what does it mean? Hungry? Lonely? Wet? Too warm? Too cold? Trial and error also applies to discipline: if sending your child to bed early works once, you wi ll probably do it again. The beliefs that you already have about parenting and discipline are fine. Learning from your parents an d friends and learning by trial and error is normal. Add judgment and common sense, and you have a solid foundation. This book wil l build on that foundation. Love Does Not Always Light the Way Too many parents have the false belief that if they love their ch ildren as much as possible, their misbehavior will someday improv e. Love, warmth, and affection are essential. They are fundamenta ls. But you also need knowledge. Imagine you needed an operation . As you were about to be put under, your physician whispered in your ear, I want you to know that I am not a surgeon. I'm not a d octor at all. Please don't worry. My parents are both doctors. I have a lot of friends who are doctors. I've asked a lot of questi ons about surgery. Just relax! I have a lot of common sense, and I love my patients very much. Would you let this person use a sca lpel on you? Parents need training just as professionals need tr aining. Children need trained parents as much as they need loving parents. Training pulls together all the good ideas you already have, provides structure and direction, and gives you confidence. You learn that what you are doing is right. More confidence mean s more self-control, less anger, less guilt, and less frustration . More confidence means more respect from your children. Without confidence, many parents are afraid to correct or punish their ch ildren. Some worry that their children will not like them or are afraid they might harm their children emotionally, so they let th eir children misbehave. It Wasn't Like That When I Was Growing U p Why doesn't discipline work the way it did twenty or thirty ye ars ago? Why don't the old-fashioned methods work? Why is being a parent so demanding and confusing? Parenting is more difficult b ecause childhood is more difficult. Children are under pressure-p ressure to make adult decisions with the experience and emotions of a child; pressure from peers; pressure from school; pressure f rom the media; pressure that seeps down from pressures on the par ents. Pressure on our children translates into problems for us. Several changes in our culture have had a tremendous impact on di scipline and our roles as parents. Our economy has created financ ial tension in families. Parents come home stressed. Their fuse i s short. The rising divorce rate affects all of our children; tod ay, there are schools where four out of five children have experi enced divorce. Single parenting is stressful. Twenty years ago, everyone in the same town or neighborhood had the same values and beliefs. No matter where you went to play, the rules were the sa me. Everyone's parents had the same expectations. This is no long er true. Every family has its own standards. Our children experie nce many versions of right and wrong. This is confusing to childr en. How do these changes in our society affect the way you disci pline your children? Why won', Penguin Books, 2003, 2.5, Penguin Classics. Good. 5.1 x 1 x 7.77 inches. Paperback. 1982. 544 pages. Cover worn. Text tanned<br>The classic economic treati se that insipired Thomas Piketty's Capital in the Twenty-First Ce ntury The publication of The Wealth of Nations in 1776 coincided with America's Declaration of Independence, and with this landma rk treatise on political economy, Adam Smith paved the way for mo dern capitalism, arguing that a truly free market - fired by comp etition yet guided as if by an 'invisible hand' to ensure justice and equality - was the engine of a fair and productive society. Books I - III of The Wealth of Nations examine the 'division of l abour' as the key to economic growth, by ensuring the interdepend ence of individuals within society. They also cover the origins o f money and the importance of wages, profit, rent and stocks, but the real sophistication of his analysis derives from the fact th at it encompasses a combination of ethics, philosophy and history to create a vast panorama of society. This edition contains an analytical introduction offering an in-depth discussion of Smith as an economist and social scientist, as well as a preface, furth er reading and explanatory notes by Andrew Skinner. For more tha n seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classi c literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the bes t works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Rea ders trust the series to provide authoritative texts and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-t o-date translations by award-winning translators. Editorial Revi ews Review Adam Smith's enormous authority resides, in the end, in the same property that we discover in Marx: not in any ideolog y, but in an effort to see to the bottom of things. --Robert L. H eilbroner About the Author Adam Smith (1723-90) was born in Gla sgow and educated at Glasgow and Oxford. Two years after his retu rn to Scotland, Smith moved to Edinburgh, where he delivered lect ures on Rhetoric. In 1751 Smith was appointed Professor of Logic at Glasgow, but was translated to chair of Moral Philosophy in 17 52. His The Theory of Moral Sentiments was published in 1759 and The Wealth of Nations in 1776, the same year as the Declaration o f Indpendence. Andrew Skinner teaches at the Adam Smith Institut e and is an expert on the author's work. Excerpt. ® Reprinted b y permission. All rights reserved. moFrom the introduction by Rob ert Reich Adam Smith's ideas fit perfectly with this new democra tic, individualistic idea. To him, the wealth of a nation wasn't determined by the size of its monarch's treasure or the amount of gold and silver in its vaults, nor by the spiritual worthiness o f its people in the eyes of the Church. A nation's wealth was to be judged by the total value of all the goods its people produced for all its people to consume. To a reader at the start of the t wenty-first century, this assertion may seem obvious. At the time he argued it, it was a revolutionary democratic vision. Smith w as born in 1723, in the small Scottish port of Kirkcaldy, which s its across the Firth of Forth from Edinburgh. His father was a co llector of customs-a job that literally embodied the old mercanti list philosophy that Smith would later argue against. He was educ ated at the University of Glasgow, whose professors passionately debated the new concepts of individualism and ethics (one of his teachers, Francis Hutcheson, was prosecuted by the Scottish Presb yterian church for spreading the false and dangerous doctrines th at moral goodness could be obtained by promoting happiness in oth ers and that it was possible to know good and evil without knowin g God), and then at Oxford, whose professors didn't debate or tea ch much of anything. In fact, the lassitude of Oxford's dons prom pted Smith to suggest, in The Wealth of Nations, that professors be paid according to the number of students they attract, thereby motivating them to take a more lively interest in teaching-one o f Smith's few suggestions with which today's tenured professors o f economics generally disagree. In 1748 Smith returned to the Un iversity of Glasgow, first as a professor of logic and then of mo ral philosophy, filling Francis Hutcheson's chair. There he publi shed The Theory of Moral Sentiments in 1759, which brought him in stant fame. In it, Smith asked how a normal self-interested perso n is capable of making moral judgments, when the essence of moral ity is selflessness. It was a question that troubled many of the new thinkers of the eighteenth century, who had liberated themsel ves from both theology and codes of aristocratic or chilvaric vir tue. Smith's answer foreshadowed Sigmund Freud's superego: People possess within themselves an impartial spectator who advises the m about moral behavior. Smith resigned his professorship in 1764 to become tutor to the son of the late Duke of Buccleuch. The bo y's mother, Countess of Dalkeith, had just remarried Charles Town shend, one of Smith's many admirers, who later became Britain's c hancellor of the exchequer, and was responsible for imposing the taxes on the American colonies that prompted some Bostonians to t hrow large quantities of tea into Boston Harbor. For the next two years, Smith traveled throughout the Continent, beginning work o n the book that was to become The Wealth of Nations. He visited V oltaire in Geneva, and in Paris met François Quesnay, a physician in the court of Louis XV who had devised a chart of the economy- a tableau economique he called it-showing the circulation of prod ucts and money in an economy analogous to the flow of blood throu gh a body. Quesnay and his fellow Physiocrats believed that wealt h came from a nation's production that enlarged the flow rather t han from its accumulation of gold and silver, as the prevailing m ercantilists believed, and that governments should therefore remo ve all impediments to the flow of money and goods in order to inc rease production. Smith took these notions to heart, although he didn't agree with everything the Physiocrats propounded (such as their view that agricultural production was the only true source of wealth). Returning to Glasgow in 1766, he spent the better par t of the following decade working out his theories. Occasionally he'd travel to London to discuss them with luminaries such as the philosopher Edmund Burke, historian Edward Gibbon, Benjamin Fran klin (visiting from America), and the remarkable personalities Sa muel Johnson and James Boswell. Smith's book finally appeared on March 9, 1776, in two volumes, and went through several subsequen t editions. It was well received, although not an immediate sensa tion. Smith spent his remaining years back in Edinburgh as commis sioner of customs, the same kind of mercantilist sinecure his fat her had held, and died in July 1790, at the age of sixty-seven. The Wealth of Nations is resolutely about human beings-their capa cities and incentives to be productive, their overall well-being, and the connection between productivity and well-being. In the v ery first sentence of his Introduction, Smith takes aim at the me rcantilists and declares, The annual labour of every nation is th e fund which originally supplies it with all the necessaries and conveniences of life. . . . And two paragraphs later he states th at a nation's wealth grows because of the skill, dexterity, and j udgment with which its labour is generally applied. . . . Smith's concern about all of a nation's working people is evident. In a wealthy nation a workman, even of the lowest and poorest order, i f he is frugal and industrious, may enjoy a greater share of the necessaries and conveniences of life than it is possible for any savage to acquire. In the rest of the book he explains why this i s so. While The Theory of Moral Sentiments showed how normal, sel f-interested people could make moral judgments by consulting an i nternal impartial spectator, in The Wealth of Nations Smith expla ins how such people will automatically contribute to the well-bei ng of others even absent such consultations, simply by pursuing t heir own ends. It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, writes Smith, i n one of the most frequently cited passages in the history of eco nomic thought, but from their regard to their own interest. We ad dress ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love. . . . With several strokes of his pen, Smith thereby provided a mor al justification for motives that had been morally suspect in Wes tern thought for thousands of years. How can self-interested beh avior-the private interests and passions of men Smith calls them- lead to the good of the whole? By means, he says, of an invisible hand-perhaps the most famous, or infamous, bodily metaphor in al l of social science. By an invisible hand Smith does not mean a m ystical force; he is referring to an unfettered market propelled both by competition among self-interested sellers and by buyers s eeking the best possible deals for themselves. If sellers produce too little of something to meet buyers' demands, for example, th e price of the product will rise until other sellers step in to f ill the gap. If some sellers charge too high a price to begin wit h, others will step in and charge a lower one. Unimpeded, the in visible hand will allocate goods efficiently. But the key to weal th creation, for Smith, comes in the division of labor-by which i ndividuals specialize in doing or producing a particular thing. S mith famously illustrates this principle by reference to the maki ng of pins within the kind of small factory that characterized th e early years of the Industrial Revolution. One man draws out the wire, another straights it, a third cuts it, a fourth points it, a fifth grinds it at the top for receiving the head; to make the head requires two or three distinct operations . . . , he explai ns. I have seen a small manufactory of this kind where ten men on ly were employed . . . [who] could make among them upwards of for ty-eight thousand pins a day. He contrasts this with the likely o utput of individuals who tried to make the entire pins themselves . [I]f they had all wrought separately and independently . . . th ey certainly could not each of them have made twenty, perhaps not one pin in a day. . . . Specialization improves productivity b ecause it allows workers to become more skilled in their specific tasks, motivates them to discover more efficient means of doing them, and saves them the time of changing over to different tasks . Here, Smith noticed something that modern managers often overlo ok: Innovation often begins with the workers closest to the thing s being worked upon. A great part of the machines made use of in those manufactures in which labour is most subdivided, were origi nally the inventions of common workmen, who, being each of them e mployed in some simple operation, naturally turned their thoughts towards finding out easier and readier methods of performing it. In order to reap the full benefits of specialization, the marke t must be sufficiently large. After all, there's little point in creating forty-eight thousand pins if there aren't enough people to buy them. The larger the market, the greater the opportunities for specialization. It follows that barriers to trade, within a nation or between nations-regulations, licenses, tariffs, quotas, and other market protections-reduce potential wealth. At the ext reme, the necessity of self-sufficiency causes hardship, as in th e lone houses and very small villages which are scattered about i n so desert a country as the Highlands of Scotland, [where] every farmer must be butcher, baker, and brewer for his own family. E xcerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. moFrom th e introduction by Robert Reich Adam Smith's ideas fit perfectly with this new democratic, individualistic idea. To him, the wealt h of a nation wasn't determined by the size of its monarch's trea sure or the amount of gold and silver in its vaults, nor by the s piritual worthiness of its people in the eyes of the Church. A na tion's wealth was to be judged by the total value of all the good s its people produced for all its people to consume. To a reader at the start of the twenty-first century, this assertion may seem obvious. At the time he argued it, it was a revolutionary democr atic vision. Smith was born in 1723, in the small Scottish port of Kirkcaldy, which sits across the Firth of Forth from Edinburgh . His father was a collector of customs-a job that literally embo died the old mercantilist philosophy that Smith would later argue against. He was educated at the University of Glasgow, whose pro fessors passionately debated the new concepts of individualism an d ethics (one of his teachers, Francis Hutcheson, was prosecuted by the Scottish Presbyterian church for spreading the false and d angerous doctrines that moral goodness could be obtained by promo ting happiness in others and that it was possible to know good an d evil without knowing God), and then at Oxford, whose professors didn't debate or teach much of anything. In fact, the lassitude of Oxford's dons prompted Smith to suggest, in The Wealth of Nati ons, that professors be paid according to the number of students they attract, thereby motivating them to take a more lively inter est in teaching-one of Smith's few suggestions with which today's tenured professors of economics generally disagree. In 1748 Smi th returned to the University of Glasgow, first as a professor of logic and then of moral philosophy, filling Francis Hutcheson's chair. There he published The Theory of Moral Sentiments in 1759, which brought him instant fame. In it, Smith asked how a normal self-interested person is capable of making moral judgments, when the essence of morality is selflessness. It was a question that troubled many of the new thinkers of the eighteenth century, who had liberated themselves from both theology and codes of aristocr atic or chilvaric virtue. Smith's answer foreshadowed Sigmund Fre ud's superego: People possess within themselves an impartial spec tator who advises them about moral behavior. Smith resigned his professorship in 1764 to become tutor to the son of the late Duke of Buccleuch. The boy's mother, Countess of Dalkeith, had just r emarried Charles Townshend, one of Smith's many admirers, who lat er became Britain's chancellor of th, Penguin Classics, 1982, 2.5, Bantam. Good. 5.15 x 0.75 x 7.95 inches. Paperback. 2010. 352 pages. Cover worn<br>Luanne Rice is that rarest of all noveli sts who indelibly captures the defining moments in our lives. In this acclaimed bestseller, she takes readers on an unforgettable exploration of the most elusive miracle of all: how a broken fami ly might be made whole again. Painter Honor Sullivan had the per fect love and the perfect life with her husband, a renowned photo grapher and sculptor--until the day John's passions led him to di saster, shattering their family and her heart. Since then, Honor has struggled to make a safe haven for herself and their three da ughters at Star of the Sea Academy on the magical Connecticut sho re. Now, years later, a mysterious letter in a familiar hand hin ts at John's return to the family he's always loved more than any thing on earth. It will take nothing short of a miracle to heal t he rift between father and daughters, husband and wife, the past and the present--but a miracle is exactly what is in the making a t Star of the Sea Academy. The only question is: Do you believe? Editorial Reviews Review Rice delicately handles heartbreak and redemption.-Booklist From the Hardcover edition. About the Aut hor Luanne Rice is the author of twenty-five novels, most recentl y Light of the Moon, What Matters Most, The Edge of Winter, Sandc astles, Summer of Roses, Summer's Child, Silver Bells, and Beach Girls. She lives in New York City and Old Lyme, Connecticut. Fro m the Hardcover edition. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Prologue In Ireland It was the land of their ancestors, and Honor swore she could hear their voices crying in the wind. The storm had been building since morning, silver mist giving way to driving rain, gusts off the sea now blowing the hed ges and trees almost horizontal. The stone walls that had seemed so magical when she'd first arrived now seemed dark and menacing. From the plane yesterday morning, Honor had been awed by the g reen, by the emerald grass and hedgerows and trees. Her three dau ghters had gazed down, excited and hoping they could see their fa ther's sculpture from the sky. He had written them letters about Ireland, and about the West Cork farmhouse he had found for them to stay in, and how he'd built his latest work on the very edge o f a cliff overlooking the sea. They had fought to open the letter s when they came, and be the one to read them out loud, and sleep with them under their pillows. There it is! Regis, fourteen, ha d cried out, pointing at a crumbling castle. No, it's there... t welve-year-old Agnes had said, crowding her sister to point out t he window. Square green fields ran along the coast, each dotted w ith tiny white farm buildings. Stone towers and ruined castles se emed to crown every high hill. They all look like the pictures h e sent, Cecilia, just seven, had said. It doesn't matter which ho use it is, as long as he's in it. Right, Mom? Right, sweetheart, Honor had said, sounding so much calmer than she'd felt. It'll be just like home, Mom, Agnes had said, forehead pressed to the plane's window. A beach, and stone walls...only now we'll be on t he other side of the Atlantic, instead of home in Black Hall. It' s like going across a mirror... Look at all that green, Cecilia had said. Just like our green fields of home, Agnes had said, un consciously echoing the lyrics of a song her aunt used to sing to her. What's the first thing you're going to do when you see Dad dy? Regis had asked, turning to peer at Honor. There was such a c hallenge in her daughter's face-almost as if she knew how trouble d her mother felt. She's going to hug and kiss him, Agnes said. Right, Mom? That's what I'm going to do, too! Cece said. The fi rst thing I'm going to do, Regis said, is ask him to show me his sculpture. It's his biggest one yet, and it's right at the edge o f the highest cliff, and I want to climb up on top and see if I c an see America! You can't see America across the Atlantic Ocean, can you, Mom? Cece asked. I'll be able to see it, I swear I wil l, Regis said. Dad said he could see it, so why wouldn't I be abl e to? Your father was speaking figuratively, Honor said. He mean t he could see it in his mind, or his heart...the dream of Americ a that our ancestors had when they left Ireland. And Daddy's sti ll dreaming, Cece said. Cece had counted the days till this trip . Agnes prayed for his safety. And Regis followed in his footstep s. Although she didn't want to be an artist, she did want to live life on the edge. Over the past year she had been delivered back to the Academy by the police twice-once for diving off the train bridge into Devil's Hole, and once for climbing to the top of th e lighthouse to hang the Irish flag. Instead of being upset, Joh n had gone straight to the lighthouse with his camera to take pic tures before the Coast Guard could climb up to take the flag down . He had been touched by his daughter's Irish pride, and by her w ay of making a statement-regardless of risk. Almost like his sc ulptures; he called them sandcastles, which called to mind gentle beaches, families building fragile towers in the sand at the wat er's edge. But John's installations were sharp, kinetic, made of rock and fallen trees, dangerous to build. Now, on this craggy headland in West Cork, the spiky top of his latest-the bare, unad orned branches of a tree that had fallen somewhere, hauled here b y John-was visible over the next rise, at the edge of a cliff, ni nety-foot granite walls that dropped straight into the churning s ea. Honor stood at the bedroom window of the farmhouse he'd rent ed, looking out. John came out of the shower to stand behind her, putting his arms around her and leaning into her. Their clothes lay in a heap beside the bed. Her sketchpad, abandoned yet again, sat on the desk. She had made a few drawings, but her heart wasn 't in it. What were you drawing before? he asked, his lips agai nst her ear. He sounded tentative, as if he wasn't sure how she'd respond. Nothing, she said. You're the artist in the family. H onor pressed against his body, wishing she could turn off her tho ughts and give in again to the desire that overtook her every tim e she saw her husband. She wished he hadn't asked about her drawi ng. She gazed down at the small pile of moonstones-luminous, worn smooth by the waves at the foot of the cliff, a gift from John t he minute she'd stepped off the plane-on the desk beside her sket chpad. She knew he'd meant them as a peace offering, but her hear t was reluctant to accept it. She felt turned inside out, frayed from the stress of trying to keep up with him. He turned her towa rd him, pulled her body against his, and kissed her. The girls, Honor said. They're sleeping, he whispered, gesturing toward the ir daughters' room as he tried to pull her back to bed. I know, Honor said, They're jet-lagged and exhausted from the excitement of being here, seeing you. But what about you? he asked, stroki ng her hair and kissing the side of her neck. He sounded so hopef ul, as if he thought maybe this trip could stop what they both fe lt happening between them, stop what they had always had from sli pping away forever. You're not tired? Yes, me too, she said, kis sing him. She was beyond tired; of wanting him to come home, of w orrying that he'd get hurt or killed working on his installations alone, of wishing he'd understand how worn out she was by the de mands of his art. At the same time, she was tired of being blocke d. It was as if his intense inspiration had started killing the f ire of her own. Even her drawings, such as they were, were of his soaring sculpture just over the next rise. She peered out the wi ndow, but the structure was now obscured by today's wild storm. He had taken them all to the cliff edge yesterday, when they'd f irst arrived. He'd shown them the ruins of an old castle, a looko ut tower built a thousand years ago. Sheep grazed on the hillside s, impossibly steep, slanting down to the sea. The sheep roamed f ree, their curly white wool splashed with red or blue paint, iden tifying them for their owners. They grazed right at the base of J ohn's sculpture. It affected Honor deeply-to see her husband's w ork here in Ireland. They had dreamed of coming for so long-ever since that day twenty five years ago when she, John, Bernie, and Tom had found the box in the stone wall. Honor knew that John had always felt a primal pull to be here, to try to connect with the timeless spirits of his family, as Bernie and Tom had done years earlier. In this green and ancient land, his own family history meshed powerfully with his artistic instincts, an epiphany in ear th and stone. His sculpture awed her, as his work often did-she found it inspiring, disturbing, stunning, rather than beautiful. She knew the physical effort it took him to drag the tree trunks and branches here to the cliff's edge, to raise them up and balan ce them against the wind, to haul rocks into the pile-cutting his hands and forearms, bruising his knuckles. John had hands like a prize-fighter's: scarred and swollen. Only, it had so often seem ed to Honor, that the person he was most fighting was himself. T he sculpture rose up from the land like a castle; echoing the rui ns just across the gap. It seemed to grow from the ground, as if it had been there forever, a witness to his family who had worked this land, farmed these fields, starved during the famine. He wa s descended from famine orphans, and as he and Honor and their da ughters walked the property, she had to hold back tears to think of what their ancestors had gone through. And what John experien ced now. He was an artist, through and through. He channeled powe rs from far beyond his own experience-became one with the ghosts, and the bones, and the spirits that had suffered and died. That' s why he'd come to Ireland alone-to haunt the Cobh docks from whi ch his family had emigrated, to drink in the pubs, and to build t his monument to his Irish dead. His sister Bernie-Sister Bernade tte Ignatius-was probably the only person who really understood h im. Honor loved him, but she didn't get what drove him, and she w as also a little scared of him. Not that he'd ever hurt her or th e girls, but that he'd die in pursuit of his art. It wore her dow n, it did. She'd felt exhausted yesterday, standing at the base of his huge, ambitious, soaring, reckless installation. How had t he wind and the weight of his materials not carried him over the edge of the cliff? How had the storm-scoured branches, the bark s tripped right off them, not fallen on him and crushed him? Alone on this headland, he would have never gotten help. You did this alone, she'd said to him while the girls explored the headland. T he sculpture rose above them-in silhouette it had what she had fa iled to notice before, a cross set at the top, to mirror not the castle ruins, but Bernie's chapel across the sea. No, he said. I had some help. Who? Did Tom fly over? No, Tom's too busy at th e Academy, John said. This was a local guy, an Irishman I met... Something about the way he trailed off made Honor stop asking. S trange people were sometimes drawn to John because of his work. H e unlocked the souls of all kinds of people-there was something a bout the soaring, spiritual, seeking nature of what he did that s poke to the hurt and troubled. She shivered at the way John looke d now, his lips tight, as if there was a back-story to his assist ant that she was better off not knowing. Have you taken the pic tures yet? Honor asked. He shook his head-was that sorrow, or r egret? He glanced around the headland, as if on guard against a t hreat. What's wrong? she asked, her skin crawling. He hesitated . She saw him peer at the sky, then at the sea, at low black clou ds gathering along the horizon. And he decided to lie; regarding the weather, it was true in its own way, but it obscured his real concern, so Honor wouldn't have to worry too. I haven't gotten any decent shots yet, he said. The days have been too sunny, whic h is great, and makes me so glad that you and the girls got to se e Ireland in the sun. But I need some shadows and rain, to get th e atmosphere the piece needs. His work was a two-part process; h e built sculptures from materials gathered entirely from nature. Then he photographed them, and let nature take the work apart aga in. The wind, or the sea, or a river, or gravity would destroy wh at he had done, but the photographs would last forever. Very few people actually saw his installations-Honor and the girls, Bernie and Tom were among the people who did. But the world-art lovers, environmentalists, and dreamers-knew the photographs of John Sul livan. Looks like you're getting your wish, she said, pointing a t the dark clouds scudding along the horizon. Maybe, he said, hu gging her. Then we can go home. It had struck her, almost bitter ly, how tender he sounded. John was never in a hurry to get home; he made a life of his work, and his family had to fit in around his trips and installations. But she also felt some hope-he wante d to come home this time. She wasn't begging him. She believed he knew how close they were to losing their marriage. He had call ed the girls over yesterday, let them pet some of the sheep, show ed them the stone walls, famine walls built during the 1840's by his ancestors, starving to death and worked to the bone. He point ed at the maps he'd brought from Connecticut, shown them how the walls corresponded with the ones built by his great-grandfather a cross the water, on the grounds of Star of the Sea. He told them that the cross on the top of his sculpture lined up perfectly wit h the one on the top of the Academy's chapel. Agnes had wanted t o walk on the walls, and Regis had wanted to climb the sculpture, all the way to the cross. Cece had clung to her mother, afraid t he wind might blow her off the cliff-even though the sun had been shining, brightening the green, making the blue sea gleam down b elow, as the wind, barely a whisper that morning, began to pick u p. Honor had pulled Cece into a quiet hollow, sheltered from th e stiff wind, and pulled her sketchpad from her jacket pocket. Si tting there, hearing John and the older girls talking and laughin g, she had sketched John's sculpture. An artist herself, she had once been passionately inspired by John's work-and he by hers. Bu t lately she had just fe, Bantam, 2010, 2.5, Pan Books. Good. 111 x 178 x 30mm. Paperback. 1998. 576 pages. <br>For thirty-year-old captain Scott McKay, the trans port run from Miami to Denver will give him the money he desperat ely needs to keep his fledgling air cargo company flying. When a mysterious crate is discovered on his plane, however, McKay is or dered to abandon his present course and fly the crate and its own er, Vivian Henry, to Washington, D.C., before going to Denver. Mc Kay takes the forced detour in stride - until a strange noise com es from deep inside the crate. It is the voice of Vivian's husban d, Dr. Rogers Henry, warning that the shipment they are carrying is actually a fully armed Medusa device, a thermonuclear bomb tha t can destroy every computer chip over an entire continent, and b last the Silicon Age back to the Stone Age. And it is set to go o ff within hours. As panic spreads from the small community of n uclear scientists who used to work for Dr. Rogers Henry to the Wh ite House and eventually to the general public, a group of rogue military officers conspires to disobey the President's orders and secure the technology of the Medusa device, whatever the cost. W ill Captain McKay and his crew trust their own instincts to dispo se of the bomb, or will they let a misguided government dictate t heir actions? Editorial Reviews Review If you miss t he great airborne adventures of writers like the late Ernest K. G ann, John Nance might help take up some of the slack. His Pandora 's Clock--it became a TV movie--featured a nasty virus rampant at 35,000 feet. His latest has the widow of a world-class scientist trying to deliver to the Pentagon an invention that could shut d own computers everywhere, thus ending civilization (and online bo okselling) as we know it. Lots of hairy, if somewhat implausible, action--sure to be exploited in another TV movie. --This text re fers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Fr om School Library Journal YA?From the intriguing jacket cover to the final page, suspense abounds in this thrilling novel. When Sc ott McKay, captain of his private cargo plane, takes on two passe ngers and their cargo crates, he and his crew discover that they are in for the flight of their lives. While over Washington, DC, a strange noise comes from deep inside the crate owned by Vivian Henry. It is the voice of her husband, a nuclear scientist who wa s believed dead. The people onboard are informed that the shipmen t that they are carrying is a fully armed Medusa device, a thermo nuclear bomb that will not only kill millions of people, but can also destroy every computer chip on the continent, blasting the c ountry back into the Stone Age. It is set to go off within hours. Panic erupts in the world of nuclear scientists who used to work for Dr. Henry, for they realize that this threat is a real possi bility. Fear spreads through the White House and the general publ ic, as a group of rogue military officers conspire to secure the bomb at any cost. Captain McKay and his crew soon discover that t hey are being deceived, and that everyone's life is in danger. Mi strust, deceit, and spine-chilling action flow from every page of this story.?Anita Short, W. T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From K irkus Reviews Retired airline and Air Force pilot Nance improves steadily, this time borrowing from his own plot for Pandora's Clo ck (1995) but leaving out the romance. Former Navy pilot Scott Mc Kay has started up his own airline for hauling air freight. Thing s are going well--until he discovers while in flight that a crate he's carrying holds an armed 20-megaton hydrogen bomb hitched to a deadly new device that will send out an electromagnetic shock wave. The wave's superpulse will turn every computer chip in the US into stone. Planes now aloft will be helpless, and the entire financial and banking system will collapse, bringing on worldwide chaos. All defense systems as well will destruct--and as many as a million people may die when the bomb goes off with the force o f a hundred Hiroshimas. McKay discovers this horror while circlin g Washington, D.C., awaiting landing instructions. Will D.C. be w iped out and uninhabitable for a thousand years? McKay has two cr ew members on board and two passengers. One is Vivian Henry, whos e late husband, a disgruntled defense physicist, created the bomb and sealed it into a steel case armed with sensors that will set it off should its case be tampered with. Simultaneously, the wor st hurricane in recorded history is chewing up the East Coast lik e a titanic lawnmower. The other passenger is Doctor Linda McCoy, a hugely intelligent meteorologist just back from Antarctica and riding herd on some secret instruments of her own in the hold. M eanwhile, the FBI, the Air Force, defense experts, and the Presid ent try to get McKay to land so that bomb experts can dismantle t he ticking bomb. McKay refuses- -the bomb is beyond dismantling-- and heads out to sea into the storm. Then things get worse . . . . Nothing new, maybe, but a thriller that grips and absolutely do esn't let go. (First printing of 100,000) -- Copyright ?1996, Kir kus Associates, LP. All rights reserved. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From Library Journal Even from the grave, nuclear physicist Rogers Henry is d etermined to castigate the wife who left him and the nation that devalued his services. Two years after her ex-husband's death, Vi vian Henry agrees to accompany his lifelong project to the Pentag on. She doesn't know that what she is transporting is a thermonuc lear bomb that, upon detonation, will kill millions and immobiliz e U.S. computer, telecommunication, financial, and transportation systems. While airborne, the ex-navy pilot at the controls and t he hapless passengers discover the bomb when it diabolically info rms them that it will explode in three and a half hours. Nance (P andora's Clock, Doubleday, 1995) weaves a tight narrative and eff ectively builds the suspense. An old-fashioned page-turner recomm ended for public-library fiction collections. -?Maria A. Perez-St able, Western Michigan Univ. Libs., Kalamazoo Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. From Booklist Nance's bes t-selling thriller, Pandora's Clock , which concerned an airline passenger afflicted with a deadly virus, recently aired as a tele vision miniseries. Nance, an experienced air-force and commercial pilot as well as a broadcast journalist (including serving as av iation consultant for ABC News), brings his aviation expertise on ce more to bear on another terrifying fictional work that could h ave been taken from today's headlines. For his livelihood, pilot and small businessman Scott McKay leases a converted Boeing 727 a nd ferries cargo across the country, much like a truck driver. On one particular flight, however, he comes to realize that his car go hold contains a thermonuclear bomb: a modern instrument of des truction dubbed the Medusa device and capable of an incredible ac t of terrorism--destroying every computer chip within a very wide radius. The effort to incapacitate the bomb before it can detona te is the warp and woof of an exciting plot that offers hours of pure diversion. Brad Hooper --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Review So compelling it's tough to look away. --People magazine Master of aviation suspen se John J. Nance produces another high-flying thriller....BRILLIA NT...He moves the action effortlessly from place to place, buildi ng the tension and heightening the drama...NANCE DELIVERS PLENTY OF PUNCH. --The Orange County Register This book's more addictiv e than morphine, a proverbial page-turner. --Dallas Morning News --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of t his title. From the Publisher A new novel of airborne suspense b y the bestselling author of Pandora's Clock! Praise for John J. Nance's Books: Nance combines exquisite suspense and cardiac-arr est action to create the ultimate flying adventure. If you read t his on an airliner, you're a lot braver than I am. --Stephen Coon ts, author of Final Flight and The Minotaur Pandora's Clock will do for planes what the movie Speed did for buses. John Nance's r iveting thriller is a fast, fun read that never lets up. --Philli p Margolin, author of Gone, But Not Forgotten and The Burning Man Fasten your seat belts! John Nance turns air disaster into a gr ipping investigative novel. His professional skills as both pilot and writer combine to make Final Approach a compelling and all-t oo-realistic story. --James Michener --This text refers to an o ut of print or unavailable edition of this title. From the Insid e Flap Everything in America is about to stop... 10,000 feet over Washington, D.C.! With the same breathtaking heroics that broug ht his bestselling Pandora's Clock international acclaim, John J. Nance once again spins today's headlines--this time about the th reat of nuclear terrorism--into an all-too-realistic story of hig h-flying suspense. For thirty-year-old captain Scott McKay, the transport run from Miami to Denver will give him the money he de sperately needs to keep his fledgling air cargo company flying. W hen a mysterious crate is discovered on his plane, however, McKay is ordered to abandon his present course and fly the crate and i ts owner, Vivian Henry, to Washington, D.C., before going to Denv er. McKay takes the forced detour in stride--until a strange nois e comes from deep inside the crate. It is the voice of Vivian's h usband, Dr. Rogers Henry, warning that the shipment they are carr ying is actually a fully armed Medusa device, a thermonuclear bom b that can destroy every computer chip over an entire continent, and blast the Silicon Age back to the Stone Age. And it is set to go off within hours. As panic spreads from the small community of nuclear scientists who used to work for Dr. Rogers Henry to t he White House and eventually to the general public, a group of r ogue military officers conspires to disobey the President's order s and secure the technology of the Medusa device, whatever the co st. Will Captain McKay and his crew trust their own instincts to dispose of the bomb, or will they let a misguided government dict ate their actions? Using his inside knowledge of the airline in dustry, as well as his expertise as a pilot, John J. Nance has on ce again turned our worst fears into a terrifyingly realistic sto ry. Medusa's Child will take readers into the center of a spine-t ingling crisis. --This text refers to an out of print or unavaila ble edition of this title. About the Author John J. Nance, aviat ion analyst for ABC News and a familiar face on Good Morning Amer ica, is the author of several bestselling novels including Fire F light, Skyhook, Turbulence, and Orbit. Two of his novels, Pandora 's Clock and Medusa's Child, have been made into highly successfu l television miniseries. A lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Air For ce Reserve, Nance is a decorated pilot veteran of Vietnam and Ope rations Desert Storm/Desert Shield. He lives in Washington State. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reser ved. IN FLIGHT--SCOTAIR 50--4:05 P.M. EDT The voice of the Washi ngton Approach controller was terse. ScotAir Fifty, I've been ha nded a telephone number in Miami you're to call immediately. Do y ou have a phone aboard? Scott felt off balance. He'd never heard an air traffic controller order a pilot to make an airborne call . He wished Doc was back in the cockpit. Scott punched the trans mit button. Ah, roger, ScotAir Fifty does have a telephone. Who's requesting the call? I don't know, ScotAir, the controller bega n, ...but you need to call this number immediately. I'm told it's an emergency. The controller relayed the number and Scott punch ed it into the Flitephone handset, his mind whirling through a va riety of apocalyptic possibilities as a man answered on the other end, listened to the name ScotAir, and identified himself as an FBI agent. Scott felt himself shudder within. We've been trying to find you, ScotAir. You were in Miami this morning at the same time some undocumented hazardous material was shipped out. We thi nk that material may be on board your aircraft. The memory of Li nda McCoy's pushiness in getting her two pallets aboard suddenly flooded Scott's mind, almost blocking the agent's words. They had n't really verified her identity, had they? They hadn't even insp ected her pallets, once he'd agreed to take them. We need you to land immediately, the agent said. The visual memory of Mrs. Hen ry's single pallet also crossed his mind. He knew even less about her. Scott realized the agent was still talking, and he wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry, say again. There was a pause in Mi ami. I said, we'll have the appropriate people ready to meet you to examine what you've got on board. You haven't unloaded anythin g since you left Miami, have you? Suddenly, for some reason, he felt guilty. All they'd done wrong was load someone else's pallet , and that was an innocent mistake. Yet the fact that an FBI agen t was asking him questions at all was vaguely terrifying. No, si r, Scott answered, It's all still aboard, but I need to know, are we in any danger, if what you're looking for is really here? Si lence. Sir? Did you hear me? He could hear the phone being shif ted from one hand to another in Miami, and at last the FBI agent' s voice returned. Ah, Captain, I doubt you're in any immediate da nger, but I can't say for certain. If the...items...we're looking for are on board your airplane, it depends on how well they're, ah, packaged. More links and connections raced through his head, none of them comforting. Miami...drug dealers...drug-making equ ipment...hazardous, carcinogenic chemicals...what if we're carryi ng illegal drugs... Scott heard his own voice as if it were dise mbodied. Okay. Where do you want us to land? We're waiting to get into National, but right now it's closed. There was a worrisome hesitation on the other end. Scott could hear voices before the agent spoke into the handset again. Okay, stay in your holding p attern. What phone are you on? Scott passed the number of the ai rcraft's Flitephone. Keep the li, Pan Books, 1998, 2.5, HarperCollins Publishers Limited. Very Good. 23.4 x 15.3 x 2.2 centimetres (0. Paperback. 2022. 352 pages. <br>March, 1917 n nPetrograd is on the eve of revoluti on. For Countess Sophia Orlova, the city of her childhood - the o nly home she has ever known - has become her deadly enemy. The mo b are ready to get rid of anyone connected to the old regime, inc luding Sophia. n nWhen rebels threaten to shoot Sophia and her hu sband, they are saved by Nikolai, a fervent supporter of the revo lution. Determined to help Nikolai's cause, Sophia sets up a hosp ital wing in the house, nursing injured victims by his side. n nH er kindness has captured Nikolai's heart, but their burgeoning ro mance is forbidden. With battle lines drawn between the new and t he old, both their lives are in danger... n nWill their love be s trong enough to overcome the horrors of war? n nFrom the bestsell ing author of Sisters of War comes a heart-wrenching novel of lov ers trapped on the opposite sides of a terrifying political confl ict, loss, and sacrifice. n nReaders LOVE The Countess of the Rev olution! n n'This is the best book I've read in ages. I absolutel y loved it. It is brilliantly researched and very well written.' Reader review, n n'This book was well written with a captivating storyline and well-developed characters. It was everything I love about historical fiction and more.' Reader review, n n'I absolut ely loved this book. The plot, the characters, the writing are so compelling. I really did find this such a page turner and enjoye d it very much. Right up there with the best books I've read this year, it is so much more than a love story. Fantastic.' Reader r eview, n n'This is an excellent read. It pictures what it is like living as a civilian during war so mirrors the conflicts and cho ices for thousands caught up in a disastrous strife. Thoroughly r ecommended.' Reader review, ., HarperCollins Publishers Limited, 2022, 3<