An intimate look at one of New York’s most defiant, iconoclastic couples, and the trials and successes of their marriage To say that Robert Morgenthau and Lucinda Franks are opposites feels like an understatement. She’s a radical, self-styled hippie, and he is New York’s famous district attorney, a legal luminary of the establishment; she’s a prizewinning New York Times journalist who has chained herself to fences, bloodied draft files, and otherwise broken the law for her beliefs, and he is a secret iconoclast who could have put her in jail.     Timeless: Love, Morgenthau, and Me is the memoir of their triumph against the odds, their ongoing thirty-five-year marriage, a union between two people so deeply in love but so different—and with so many decades separating them—that their family and friends fought to keep them apart.     Franks offers a confidential tour of their marriage, as well as the never-revealed, behind-the-scenes details of Morgenthau’s famous cases. We see a red-faced Ronald Lauder storm into Morgenthau’s office after the DA seizes a priceless Egon Schiele painting from the walls of the Museum of Modern Art; we witness the CIA dismissing Morgenthau’s discovery of the growing terrorist cell in New York that would become al-Qaeda headquarters. This is an unusually close look at the privates lives of two well-known people who have always refused to reveal themselves to the public.

Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the unsolved murder of a preteen girl and the disappearance of another. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed in her old bedroom in her family's Victorian mansion, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Dogged by her own demons, she must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story—and survive this homecoming. Librarian's Note: this is an alternate cover edition - ISBN 10: 0307341550 (ISBN 13: 9780307341556)

Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the unsolved murder of a preteen girl and the disappearance of another. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed in her old bedroom in her family's Victorian mansion, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Dogged by her own demons, she must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story—and survive this homecoming. Librarian's Note: this is an alternate cover edition - ISBN 10: 0307341550 (ISBN 13: 9780307341556)

This is an alternate cover edition for ISBN 9780307588371 Who are you? What have we done to each other? These are the questions Nick Dunne finds himself asking on the morning of his fifth wedding anniversary when his wife Amy suddenly disappears. The police suspect Nick. Amy's friends reveal that she was afraid of him, that she kept secrets from him. He swears it isn't true. A police examination of his computer shows strange searches. He says they weren't made by him. And then there are the persistent calls on his mobile phone. So what did happen to Nick's beautiful wife?

This is an alternate cover edition for ISBN 9780307588371 Who are you? What have we done to each other? These are the questions Nick Dunne finds himself asking on the morning of his fifth wedding anniversary when his wife Amy suddenly disappears. The police suspect Nick. Amy's friends reveal that she was afraid of him, that she kept secrets from him. He swears it isn't true. A police examination of his computer shows strange searches. He says they weren't made by him. And then there are the persistent calls on his mobile phone. So what did happen to Nick's beautiful wife?

He’s the undisputed loathe of my life. My blood-sworn nemesis. And the man whose toilets I have to scrub for the next thirty days. How’s your week going? It’s inspiring, really—the son of a single mother from humble beginnings rises to become one of the most successful men on the planet, then goes off to exact revenge on the spoiled, bratty heiress he’s been dying to strangle since preschool. The wicked little witch that—allegedly—had his mother fired just to get rid of him. The self-centered, ungrateful hellion who—allegedly—has never touched a kitchen glove in her life. It’s so satisfying, such delicious due justice, watching him corner her into striking a deal to be his maid for a month. Too bad he’s so full of sh*t. “Hatred” barely scratches the surface. “Enemy” is too mild a term. It’s twenty years of pent-up frustration, rivalry, taunting, and resentment coming to a head. Thirteen years of quiet heartbreaks, stolen glances, and unrequited butterflies getting buried deeper. And thirty days of playing with fire… until we finally push each other just a little too far, our flame starts to burn just a little too bright, and all the secrets we tried so hard to hide come spilling into the light. Dominic Crawford has always been the villain in my story, and I’m the fool who fell head over heels in love with him anyway.

He’s the undisputed loathe of my life. My blood-sworn nemesis. And the man whose toilets I have to scrub for the next thirty days. How’s your week going? It’s inspiring, really—the son of a single mother from humble beginnings rises to become one of the most successful men on the planet, then goes off to exact revenge on the spoiled, bratty heiress he’s been dying to strangle since preschool. The wicked little witch that—allegedly—had his mother fired just to get rid of him. The self-centered, ungrateful hellion who—allegedly—has never touched a kitchen glove in her life. It’s so satisfying, such delicious due justice, watching him corner her into striking a deal to be his maid for a month. Too bad he’s so full of sh*t. “Hatred” barely scratches the surface. “Enemy” is too mild a term. It’s twenty years of pent-up frustration, rivalry, taunting, and resentment coming to a head. Thirteen years of quiet heartbreaks, stolen glances, and unrequited butterflies getting buried deeper. And thirty days of playing with fire… until we finally push each other just a little too far, our flame starts to burn just a little too bright, and all the secrets we tried so hard to hide come spilling into the light. Dominic Crawford has always been the villain in my story, and I’m the fool who fell head over heels in love with him anyway.