Who Killed My Father is the story of a tough guy – the story of the little boy I never was. The story of my father. In Who Killed My Father, Édouard Louis explores key moments in his father’s life, and the tenderness and disconnects in their relationship. Told with the fire of a writer determined on social justice, and with the compassion of a loving son, the book urgently and brilliantly engages with issues surrounding masculinity, class, homophobia, shame and social poverty. It unflinchingly takes aim at systems that disadvantage those they seek to exclude – those who have their expectations, hopes and passions crushed by a society which gives them little thought.

木々草花を愛(め)でる心こそ、財産である 樹木を愛でるは心の養い、何よりの財産――。父露伴のそんな思いから著者は樹木とともに育てられた。そして木々をいつくしみ、愛でることのできる感受性を持つ大人へと成長した。 著者が娘を持つようになったとき、この娘の周囲に木々草花の存在はなくなっていた。露伴は著者に、子を連れて植木市にいき、そこで彼女の気に入ったものを買い与えよと小銭入れを渡した。果たして子は、市で一番高価で立派な鉢植えの藤を選んだ。父露伴から預かった小銭ではとても贖えるものではなかった。次に選んだものは山椒の木だった。 山椒の木をもって帰宅すると、事情を知った父露伴はみるみる不機嫌になった……。 「多少値の張る買物であったにせよ、その藤を子の心の養いにしてやろうと、なぜ思わないのか、その藤をきっかけに、どの花をもいとおしむことを教えてやれば、それはこの子一生の心のうるおい、女一代の目の楽しみにもなろう、もしまたもっと深い機縁があれば、子供は藤から蔦へ、蔦からもみじへ、松へ杉へと関心の芽を伸ばさないとはかぎらない、そうなればそれはもう、その子が財産をもったも同じこと、これ以上の価値はない（略）」 北は北海道、南は屋久島 富良野、屋久島、安倍峠、鳶山（とんびやま）、桜島、江戸川、四日市、福島と著者は木々と逢いに行く。 ゆく先々で出逢ったその木の来し方、行く末に思いを馳せる。富良野ではえぞ松、屋久島では樹齢七千二百年の縄紋杉、安倍峠ではアカヤシオ、オオイタヤメイゲツ、富山県の鳶山では鮮烈なもみじ、桜島では灰を被った蝶形花をつけたデイゴ、山梨県北巨摩郡では神代桜、江戸川では松、四日市では楠、福島県岩代（二本松市）では杉沢の大杉。 次は縄紋杉に出会った時のファーストインプレッション。 「本当のところを打明ければ、私はおびえていた。おびえているから考えることもなみを外れるし、並外れを考えるから、またそれにおびえる。この杉は、なにか我々のいまだ知らぬものに、移行しつつあるのではなかろうか、などと平常を外れたことを思ったりして、だいぶイカレていたのだが（略）」 著者の透徹した眼は、木々の存在の向こうに、人間の業や生死の淵源まで見通す。生命の手触りを達意の名文で掬い取った、日本文学を代表するまごうかたなき名随筆。

A family on a remote island. A mysterious woman washed ashore. A rising storm on the horizon. Dominic Salt and his three children are caretakers of Shearwater, a tiny island not far from Antarctica. Home to the world’s largest seed bank, Shearwater was once full of researchers. But with sea levels rising, the Salts are now its final inhabitants, packing up the seeds before they are transported to safer ground. Despite the wild beauty of life here, isolation has taken its toll on the Salts. Raff, eighteen and suffering his first heartbreak, can only find relief at his punching bag; Fen, seventeen, has started spending her nights on the beach among the seals; nine-year-old Orly, obsessed with botany, fears the loss of his beloved natural world; and Dominic can’t stop turning back toward the past, and the loss that drove the family to Shearwater in the first place. Then, during the worst storm the island has ever seen, a woman washes up on shore. As the Salts nurse the woman, Rowan, back to life, their suspicion gives way to affection, and they finally begin to feel like a family again. Rowan, long accustomed to protecting her heart, begins to fall for the Salts, too. But Rowan isn’t telling the whole truth about why she set out for Shearwater. And when she discovers the sabotaged radios and a freshly dug grave, she realizes Dominic is keeping his own dark secrets. As the storms on Shearwater gather force, the characters must decide if they can trust each other enough to protect the precious seeds in their care before it’s too late—and if they can finally put the tragedies of the past behind them to create something new, together.

A sus sesenta y cuatro años, Emilia se enfrenta a la remodelación de su cocina, presionada por el marido. Y así, en medio de un ambiente doméstico asfixiante, que aparenta tranquilidad pero está cargado de pequeños gestos de violencia, se desenvuelven los días de esta mujer atrapada en sus ambiguas relaciones personales. "En la escritura de Piedad Bonnett se concentran las virtudes que más admiro en la literatura: profundidad y concisión. La desdicha que se narra en esta novela podría noquearte, pero está vestida con imágenes que la vuelven un sacudón reconfortante. Es un retrato inclemente de los lazos familiares ("son como grilletes"), del deterioro de las relaciones, de las casas, del cuerpo, de la propia mirada, del matrimonio ("una pared escoriada por la que hay que trepar cada día hiriéndose las manos"). Además del peso culposo que cargamos cuando nuestros padres envejecen y la herida siempre abierta de ser madre, el texto mete el dedo en vínculos menos obvios, aunque igual de lacerantes. Como el de los esposos añosos, fermentados de rencor, que ya no toleran ni una conversación lacónica; o el de la patrona y la empleada, unidas por una lealtad displicente. El recorrido nos deja frente a un vacío en el que flota esa pregunta que te redime o te remata: ¿valió la pena? Lectores del mundo, lean este libro, que sí lo vale". Margarita García Robayo

Perfect for fans of Allison Saft and Catherine Bakewell, a grumpy mage and a familiar matchmaker navigate their surprising connection in Mara Rutherford's newest cozy fantasy novel. Winslow Green is known far and wide for her ability to match mages with the perfect animal familiar. Though she doesn't possess any magic, she has a knack for knowing what her customers need, even if they can't see if themselves. Still grieving the tragic death of his last familiar, Bastian Triplehorn reluctantly seeks Winnie's aid in finding a new partner. She's determined to live up to her reputation, despite Bastian's excessive grumpiness. Until the inexplicable happens: Bastian sparks a familiar bond with Winnie instead. Impossible to deny, the two agree to help each other until they can solve the mystery of their connection. As Bastian and Winnie train for a royal mage competition that could solve all their problems-or ruin their lives forever-Winnie gets a taste of what it's like to have magic herself. And Bastian discovers that all of these unfamiliar feelings are a little like magic, too.

Originally published in 1942 and now rediscovered to international acclaim, this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai conjures the melancholy glamour of a decaying empire and the disillusioned wisdom of its last heirs. In a secluded woodland castle an old General prepares to receive a rare visitor, a man who was once his closest friend but who he has not seen in forty-one years. Over the ensuing hours host and guest will fight a duel of words and silences, accusations and evasions. They will exhume the memory of their friendship and that of the General’s beautiful, long-dead wife. And they will return to the time the three of them last sat together following a hunt in the nearby forest--a hunt in which no game was taken but during which something was lost forever. Embers is a classic of modern European literature, a work whose poignant evocation of the past also seems like a prophetic glimpse into the moral abyss of the present

With a new afterword Now a Major Motion Picture What had happened to my beautiful boy? To our family? What did I do wrong? Those are the wrenching questions that haunted David Sheff’s journey through his son Nic’s addiction to drugs and tentative steps toward recovery. Before Nic became addicted to crystal meth, he was a charming boy, joyous and funny, a varsity athlete and honor student adored by his two younger siblings. After meth, he was a trembling wraith who lied, stole, and lived on the streets. David Sheff traces the first warning signs: the denial, the three a.m. phone calls—is it Nic? the police? the hospital? His preoccupation with Nic became an addiction in itself. But as a journalist, he instinctively researched every treatment that might save his son. And he refused to give up on Nic.

Who Killed My Father is the story of a tough guy – the story of the little boy I never was. The story of my father. In Who Killed My Father, Édouard Louis explores key moments in his father’s life, and the tenderness and disconnects in their relationship. Told with the fire of a writer determined on social justice, and with the compassion of a loving son, the book urgently and brilliantly engages with issues surrounding masculinity, class, homophobia, shame and social poverty. It unflinchingly takes aim at systems that disadvantage those they seek to exclude – those who have their expectations, hopes and passions crushed by a society which gives them little thought.