In a hilarious look at real life on the comedy circuit, some of America's most famous comics share their own stories of life on the road, gigs gone wrong, and unexpected, zany moments, with contributions by Jay Leno, Jerry Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Mike Myers, Bill Maher, Joan Rivers, Jeff Foxworthy, and others.

Working as a nanny in the Hamptons before starting college, Anna learns of her weird connection to a missing girl, but after she confesses to manslaughter a podcast producer helps reveal life-changing truths.

“[A] graceful and brilliant novel . . . leads the reader on a journey through childhood autism that proves enlightening as well as fascinating.” —ForeWord Magazine Burton Rembrandt has the sort of perspective on life that is almost impossible for adults to understand: the perspective of an eight-year-old. And to Burt, his parents and teachers seem to be speaking a language he cannot understand. This is Burt’s story as written in pencil on the walls of the Quiet Room in the Children’s Trust Residence Center, where he lands after expressing his ardent feelings for a classmate. It begins: When I was five I killed myself . . . In this rediscovered modern classic from “one of France’s best-loved contemporary writers,” Howard Buten renders with astounding insight and wry language the tale of a troubled—or perhaps just perfectly normal—young boy testing the boundaries of love and life (Time). “Buten uses his wit like a whip to get at the heart of this boy’s own story . . . bringing some shock and some power to that delicate line between youth and the rest of the world.” —The Austin Chronicle “This psychologically intense tale moves quickly, and the difficult task of creating a child’s voice with authenticity and depth proves Buten a gifted stylist and storyteller . . . [an] imaginative and provocative book.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review “Certainly Buten offers some insight into a troubled child’s mind.” —The New York Times Book Review

This novel takes place from 1801 to 2057, and is written in the format of an alternative history. Following the murder of America's third President , by the son of one of his slave mistresses; there is no Louisiana Purchase; no United States of America West of the Mississippi River; and no American Civil War. But, there is a vigilante group called the White Sons of Virginia that chases the run-a-way slave and his descendants into the Twenty First Century when the story come to a thrilling climax during a Texas Hurricane in October, 2057 in the Gulf of México.

Kohen assembles America's most prominent comediennes to piece together an oral history about the revolution that happened to (and by) women in American comedy.

This book is a true account of a critically ill mother and the misadventures with a caring daughter. It could have been a pleasure to care for Mother, but she revealed her true colors. Daughters temperament was giving and forgiving. Mothers temperament was vindictive and selfish. The environment became one of tolerance and intolerance, rather than love. An intense dislike between Mother and Daughter ensued. This is the story of the thirteen months they shared life together.

What Our Dad Told Me . . . Before I Killed Him is both a biography of my dad as well as an autobiography about myself, along with our immediate family, relatives, and many friends. It focuses on how our good, Christian, positive family went downhill from 1979 all the way through current times. It heavily involves a demon named Abaddon, who convinced our dad that he, Abaddon, was an angel who gave our dad a ministry of judging other people for the sins in their lives, including the judgment of death by praying for people's deaths, but then even killing many people himself with guns when God didn't kill them. And that ultimately meant our family, ourselves! But when our dad started to kill our mom, I ended up killing him. But then I was sent to prison for that, and so I also wrote about the legal system, being in prison for several years. I also followed all of that up with seeing our dad again, years later, delving and mulling about whether that was spiritual answers, or just mental problems of my own. So be it.