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I was eight years old when my grandfather took me by the hand and did not let go until we found my parents in Athens. Who knows what might have happened if I had stayed in the village. It was 1946. Early spring 1946. The almond trees were blooming side by side and the countryside was in full bloom.' Thus begins the most autobiographical novel by Theodor Kallifatides and one of the most appreciated by its hundreds of thousands of readers. A week before Kallifatides fled the town, a group of fascists with guns in their hands had forced all the people to gather in the cemetery. There they stood, ...

A sus veintiocho anos, Penelope se ha resignado ya a convertirse en una solterona destinada a envejecer cuidando a su madre. Durante una decada, ha asistido a todas las fiestas de la aristocracia londinense, y siempre ha sido la muchacha mediocre, callada

Un virus de acción rápida ha matado a la mayoría de la población femenina del mundo. Con tan pocas mujeres en la Tierra, se crea una nueva ley. La Ley de Reclamación permite a grupos de hombres reclamar una mujer como su propiedad sensual. Los hermanos Forajidos regresan de las guerras terroristas con la intención de declarar la propiedad de las mujeres que aman... y lo harán de cualquier manera. Laurie Callahan siempre ha experimentado el placer al rojo vivo y el amor apasionado en los brazos de Tyler Outlaw. Pero cuando es declarado desaparecido en combate, presunto muerto en las...

Pol, a young gay man who faces his first year in college as a freshman in Madrid, lives with Richard, a British young man who is also gay but a lot more funny and amusing, and eventually they both grow and mature in a year full of gay adventures across the city.

The Lie Circumspect is a novel by Rita. Rita was an English novelist also known as Eliza Humphreys. Excerpt: "Startled and white as death, she looked up at his face. It was not the face she had known and loved in her girlish innocence; not the face that had haunted her memory for four despairing years. It was the face of a man into whose soul the iron of suffering had entered, whose heart had been seared, not purified, in the furnace of sorrow. It takes a great nature to bear deserved punishment, and Lawrence Latimer's nature was not great."