On Sycamore GapFrom poet Kate Fox comes a book for everyone who knew the famous silhouette of the tree that stood at Sycamore Gap. For those who took shelter, saw its branches against the sky or heard the leaves dance; for all the picnics next to it and the proposals under it. For anyone who feels the strength of silent roots and the quiet promise of the turning year. For any of us who measure time in rings and wait for green leaves to grow again. For everyone who

Amber Tamblyn

they party in style under the stars until they pass out

Sidda is the very essence of childhood joy and sorrow

she has no means of supporting herself or her household

But behind the moving curtain of what she calls \"the hard things—rock mountain and salt sea

and ultimately moving

Yet few realize the full measure of his success

risking their reputations to bring English into the realm of the rational

\n \nEn el momento de cortar la tarta

when Daniel Boone’s autobiography captivated readers with tales of treacherous journeys

James Lee Burke

Ramona Quimby shines as a spirited girl with her heart set on helping