Asya is determined to leave Russia. Fueled by love, ambition, and curiosity, she is juggling work, studies, and the relentless pursuit of a question: "Why?" This story is about her illusions and self-discovery journey, woven into the vibrant fabric of Saint Petersburg: the city's journalism scene, challenges of its students, and the fleeting moments with strangers that leave a lasting impact.

John C. Maxwell, #1 New York Times bestselling author, helps readers take the first steps to living a life that matters inIntentional Living. We all have a longing to be significant. We want to make a contribution, to be a part of something noble and purposeful. But many people wrongly believe significance is unattainable. They worry that it's too big for them to achieve. That they have to have an amazing idea, be a certain age, have a lot of money, or be powerful or famous to make a real difference. The good news is that none of those things is necessary for you to achieve significance and create a lasting legacy. The only thing you need to achieve significance is to be intentional. And to do that, all you need to do is start. You can't make an impact sitting still and doing nothing. Every major accomplishment that's ever been achieved started with a first step. Sometimes it's hard; other times it's easy, but no matter what, you have to do it if you want to get anywhere in life. In Intentional Living, John Maxwell will help you take that first step, and the ones that follow, on your personal path through a life that matters.

In summer we eat. We hunt mushrooms, and plants, and insects. Grasshoppers are delicious with salt. If you have nothing else worms are good too. In autumn we hunt. I get a chicken breast very week. It's a feast. We preserve the rest. In winter we survive. Our preserves last for about half. Sometimes Momma and Papa risk it all, and steal some grain and corn from work. That's how we make it through. But spring. Spring is where we die.

Hanry, a good for nothing (or so they say), finally meets his end and his... Creator? After he wakes up from a drunken daze, Hanry finds himself in a strange, stale world. A world similar to his yet not at all. A man, lavishly intruducing himself to a severely confused Hanry as the 'Guide of Worlds Beyond', sets out poor Hanry on a mission: To find his soul mate. Or well... for his sake: true love.

Snappsy the alligator is having a normal day when a pesky narrator steps in to spice up the story. Is Snappsy reading a book ... or is he making CRAFTY plans? Is Snappsy on his way to the grocery store ... or is he PROWLING the forest for defenseless birds and fuzzy bunnies? Is Snappsy innocently shopping for a party ... or is he OBSESSED with snack foods that start with the letter P? What's the truth? Snappsy the Alligator (Did Not Ask to Be in This Book) is an irreverent look at storytelling, friendship, and creative differences, perfect for fans of Mo Willems.

Ayla met Gabriel on February 29, a Leap Year. After a fateful night and intense months together, their paths separate. Four years later, she remembers the promise they made to each other. Ready to meet him again, she decides to go back to the museum, where bittersweet scenes of their time play in her mind. What awaits her there is unlike anything she could have ever imagined. "The Promise of Ours" is a short novel on rare connections, the art of eye contact, and the invisible, everlasting thread between two people.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M