Window
- Primate Neuroethology
- Why do people find monkeys and apes so compelling to watch? One clear answer is that they seem so similar to us-a window into our own minds and how we have evolved over millennia. As Charles Darwin wrote in his Notebook M, "He who understands baboon would do more toward metaphysics than Locke.
- Reflective Waters
- Four tales of love and romance await you in "Reflective Waters". The Recycled Heart - "Life hadn't been the same for her ever since the tall, dark-haired handsome stranger appeared at her window.
- Off the Books: The Underground Economy of the Urban Poor
- In this revealing study of a Southside Chicago neighborhood, sociologist Venkatesh opens a window on how the poor live. Focusing on domestics, entrepreneurs, hustlers, preachers and gangs linked in an underground economy that "manages to touch all households," the book reveals how residents struggle between "their desires to live a just life and their needs to make ends meet as best they can.
- Who, what, where, when, die
- Avery Shaw is having a bad week. First, she had to cover a story on a barricaded gunman who likes to dance naked in his window. Second, she's receiving death threats with her morning newspaper. Lastly, and most importantly, her mom keeps vetoing her outfit choices.It's all in a day's work for this hardworking, if easily distracted, reporter.
- Phantom
- IAmid the noises of the night in downtown Oslo—the regular drone of cars outside the window, the distant siren that rose and fell and the church bells that had begun to chime nearby—a rat went on the hunt for food. She ran her nose over the filthy linoleum on the kitchen floor. The pungent smell of gray cigarette ash.
- Diagnosis
- Introduction: Every Patient’s Nightmare Barbara Lessing stared out the window at the snowy field behind the hospital. The afternoon sky was dark with yet more snow to come. She looked at the slender figure in the bed. Her daughter, Crystal, barely twenty-two years old and healthy her entire life, was now–somehow–dying.
- The Prague Castle and Its Treasures
- From a window in the Prague Castle, Hitler looked down on an occupied city in 1939. Fifty years later, Vaclav Havel took the oath of office in the castle, the Czech president's official residence. Begun in the ninth century, the magnificent Prague Castle has been home to saints, iconoclasts and Bohemia's monarchs; the site of confrontations between Christians and pagans; and an emblem of political independence.
- Wild Roses: Library Edition
- Starred Review. Grade 9 Up–Seventeen-year-old amateur astronomer Cassie Morgan wants a normal life, but that possibility flew out the window three years earlier when her musician mother, divorced five days, married famous violinist Dino Cavalli.
- Dying of the Light
- Chapter Onebeyond the window, water slapped against the pilings of the wooden sidewalk along the canal. Dirk t’Larien looked up and saw a low black barge drift slowly past in the moonlight. A solitary figure stood at the stern, leaning on a thin dark pole. Everything was etched quite clearly, for Braque’s moon was riding overhead, big as a fist and very bright.
- The Custom of the Country
- Book One1"Undine Spragg!-how can you?" her mother wailed, raising a prematurely wrinkled hand heavy with rings to defend the note which a languid "bell-boy" had just brought in.But her defense was as feeble as her protest, and she continued to smile on her visitor while Miss Spragg, with a turn of her quick young fingers, possessed herself of the missive and withdrew to the window to read it.
- The Garden Table: Elegant Outdoor Entertaining
- Who hasn't gazed out a window and pictured the sumptuous meals, past and future, set in their own garden? With a trio of top food experts--photographer, writer and chef--enter a country garden and chronicle its life in the course of a year.
- Tears of the Desert
- The Naming Come here my love, I have a song for you. Come here my love, I have a dream for you. I sing-whisper this lullaby to my boy, my tiny child, as I rock him to sleep in my arms. Outside the window of our cell-like apartment the London traf?c roars by. But here we are safe, he and I, this little sleepy miracle that I clutch to myself with a desperate joy in my heart.