Stephanie Butland

You can trust a book to keep your secret . . . Loveday Cardew prefers books to people. If you look closely, you might glimpse the first lines of the novels she loves most tattooed on her skin. But there are things she'll never show you. Fifteen years ago Loveday lost all she knew and loved in one unspeakable night. Now, she finds refuge in the unique little York bookshop where she works. Everything is about to change for Loveday. Someone knows about her past. Someone is trying to send her a message. And she can't hide any longer. Lost for Words is a compelling, irresistible and heart-rending novel, with the emotional intensity of The Shock of the Fall and all the charm of The Little Paris Bookshop and 84 Charing Cross Road.

Loveday Cardew prefers books to people. If you look carefully, you might glimpse the first lines of the novels she loves most tattooed on her skin. But there are some things Loveday will never, ever show you. Into her hiding place - the bookstore where she works - come a poet, a lover, and three suspicious deliveries. Someone has found out about her mysterious past. Will Loveday survive her own heartbreaking secrets?

1968. Veronica Moon, a junior photographer for a local newspaper, is frustrated by her (male) colleagues' failure to take her seriously. And then she meets Leonie on the picket line of the Ford factory at Dagenham. So begins a tumultuous, passionate and intoxicating friendship. Leonie is ahead of her time and fighting for women's equality with everything she has. She offers Veronica an exciting, free life at the dawn of a great change. Fifty years later, Leonie is gone, and Veronica leads a reclusive life. Her groundbreaking career was cut short by one of the most famous photographs of the twentieth century. Now, that controversial picture hangs as the centrepiece of a new feminist exhibition curated by Leonie's niece. Long-repressed memories of Veronica's extraordinary life begin to stir. It's time to break her silence, and step back into the light.

Ailsa Rae is learning how to live.She's only a few months past the heart transplant that - just in time - saved her life. Life should be a joyful adventure. But . . .Her relationship with her mother is at breaking point.She knows she needs to find her father.She's missed so much that her friends have left her behind.She's felt so helpless for so long that she's let polls on her blog make her decisions for her. And now she barely knows where to start on her own.And then there's Lennox. Her best friend and one time lover. He was sick too. He didn't make it. And now she's supposed to face all of this without him.But her new heart is a bold heart. She just needs to learn to listen to it . . .

Loveday Cardew liker bøker bedre enn mennesker. Ser du nøye etter, kan du få et glimt av første setning av yndlingsromanene hennes, som hun har tatovert rundt på kroppen. Men det finnes også ting som Loveday aldri vil vise deg. For femten år siden mistet Loveday alt hun elsket i løpet av én forferdelig natt. Nå bruker hun en liten bokhandel i York som skjulested. Her er hun omgitt av bøker som ikke kan plage henne. Men alt er i ferd med å endre seg for Loveday. Noen kjenner til hemmeligheten hennes og forsøker å ta kontakt, og hun kan ikke lenger flykte fra fortiden. Men hvordan skal hun finne ord som kan fortelle hennes egen historie?

Una maravillosa novela que es un canto de amor a los libros, un bonito homenaje a la lectura y a todos quienes encuentran en ella su redención en una novela cuya protagonista es del todo inolvidable. Loveday Cardew prefiere los libros antes que las personas. Si te acercas a ella lo suficiente, podrás ver que lleva tatuadas las frases iniciales de las novelas que más le gustan. Sin embargo, hay secretos de su pasado que jamás te revelará. Quince años atrás, Loveday perdió todo lo que tenía y amaba en una fatídica noche. Aquel horrible acontecimiento la llevó a convertir la librería en la que trabaja en su único refugio, pero todo está a punto de cambiar: alguien que conoce su pasado está tratando de enviarle un mensaje, y no hay nada que ella pueda hacer para evitarlo. Será a través de los libros que el lector y la misma protagonista descubrían la verdad que tantos años lleva escondida.

Dear Lost for Words, We are trying to stay at home . . . I am enclosing a cheque and I hope that you will use it to send us some books. Please choose books that we might think are wonderful. Rosemary Loveday Cardew's beloved Lost for Words bookshop, along with the rest of York, has fallen quiet. At the very time when people most need books to widen their horizons, or escape from their fears, or enhance their lives, the doors are closed. Then the first letter comes. Rosemary and George have been married for fifty years. Now their time is running out. They have decided to set out on their last journey together, without ever leaving the bench at the bottom of their garden in Whitby. All they need is someone who shares their love of books. Suddenly it's clear to Loveday that she and her team can do something useful in a crisis. They can recommend books to help with the situations their customers find themselves in: fear, boredom, loneliness, the desire for laughter and escape. And so it begins.

Does your past define your future? When her daughter was born with cystic fibrosis, Kate Micklethwaite vowed that Daisy would never be defined by the illness. Kate is determined that her perfect little girl will be known for her love of butterflies and croissants and nothing else. Kate does all she can to be the perfect mother - whatever that means - and yet, somehow, has started seeing herself the way others see her: single parent, source of small-town scandal, drop-out, former mistress. Half a family. When Daisy starts school, Kate meets her new teacher, the kind and charming Mr Spencer Swanson. Now, with more time on her hands Kate can start thinking about her own future. With her Open University dissertation deadline looming, Kate needs to decide what she wants next. But as she and Spencer get to know each other, Kate notices that people are whispering behind her back once more . . .