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Odette: A Fairy Tale For Weary People is a short story by Ronald Firbank. Odette is a young girl living in the city of Tours, France; and is adamant that she has the capability to see the Virgin Mary for herself.
In this memoir collection, retired veterinarian James Kenyon recalls his days in veterinary practice. From heartwarming to heartbreaking and everything in between, Kenyon writes of his care for beloved family pets, livestock, and their human caretakers. His memories illustrate a true devotion and love for veterinary work, as well as a passion for people and local history. Each chapter relates a specific memory of working with a quirky, loyal, and loveable animal, as well as the quirky, loyal, and lovable humans who owned them. The work offers not just insight into the work of a veterinarian, but to human nature and the manner in which people relate to and care for each other, as well as their animals.Show book
In this, the second installment in the How to Steer Your Kid series, M. P. MacDougall returns with a cast of irreverent characters and hilarious, only slightly embellished stories. There’s something for everyone who ever grew up in a somewhat weird family. MacDougall relates a variety of slapstick adventures - from taxidermy gone horribly wrong, to near-drownings while encased in a sleeping bag, to being hunted by a mythical monster with a sadistic sense of humor. Redneck neighbors and red-hot peppers are no match for the erstwhile Jet Screamer. Suffering personal injury to his extremities and personal insults to his psyche, MacDougall survives it all with a steady diet of Meat Sandwiches!Show book
‘It is so bloody funny you will be crying with laughter. This is definitely what a rom-com is all about’ Reader review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 'It’s funny, witty, heartbreaking and heartwarming … I could not put it down' Reader review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ * * * *It’s never too late to follow your dreams… Emily Forsyth is on cloud nine… She has a high-flying job (literally), a hunky boyfriend (soon to be fiancé?) and a life of luxury. But then, out of the blue, her boyfriend dumps her for a younger woman, and Emily comes crashing down to earth. Suddenly, she’s single and homeless, and the prospect of staying in the same job as her cheating ex is unbearable. So, at forty years not-so-young, she quits steady employment and decides to chase her lifelong dream of becoming an actress. But with eccentric acting teachers, unreliable agents, and some decidedly unglamorous roles on offer, has she made a huge mistake? Or is this the start of something wonderful? Previously published as Learning to Fly * * * *Readers love Jane Lambert 'There is a lot of love, warmth and humour in this novel' Reader review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 'Jane Lambert's writing is laugh-out-loud funny' Reader review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ‘It had me absorbed throughout … a real page-turner’ Reader review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ This is a contemporary romance that tells the story of Emily, a woman who, after being dumped by her boyfriend, decides to follow her lifelong dream of becoming an actress. Despite the challenges and unglamorous roles, she remains resilient and proves that it's never too late to start something wonderful. For fans of Carmen Reid (The Mum Who Got Away), Rebecca Ryan (The Philosophy of Love), Linda Green (The Woman with All the Answers), Janet Hoggarth (Us Two), and Joanna Nell (The Tea Ladies of St Jude's Hospital). HarperCollins 2025Show book
It’s that time of year again . . .With his signature wit, Brian Bilston returns with And So This is Christmas, fifty-one poems in celebration of the festive season: from bizarre family traditions to the office Christmas party; from voting day for turkeys to the impossible art of gift-giving.So hang your stockings, grab your mistletoe and curl up with this heart-warming collection of Christmas crackers.Show book
The fragments of futile journalism or fleeting impression which are here collected are very like the wrecks and riven blocks that were piled in a heap round my imaginary priest of the sun. They are very like that grey and gaping head of stone that I found overgrown with the grass. Yet I will venture to make even of these trivial fragments the high boast that I am a medievalist and not a modern. That is, I really have a notion of why I have collected all the nonsensical things there are. I have not the patience nor perhaps the constructive intelligence to state the connecting link between all these chaotic papers. But it could be stated. This row of shapeless and ungainly monsters which I now set before the reader does not consist of separate idols cut out capriciously in lonely valleys or various islands. These monsters are meant for the gargoyles of a definite cathedral. I have to carve the gargoyles, because I can carve nothing else; I leave to others the angels and the arches and the spires. But I am very sure of the style of the architecture, and of the consecration of the church. -- From the introductionShow book
