Fourteen-year-old Dawn Rochelle has had a busy year. She's been to summer camp and she's helped her brother make plans for his wedding. And Dawn has been in remission from the leukemia that threatened her life. Now she's sick again and waiting to hear the

Recently unearthed in the archives of Stalin's secret police, the NKVD, Nina Lugovskaya's diary offers rare insight into the life of a teenage girl in Stalin's Russia-when fear of arrest was a fact of daily life. Like Anne Frank, thirteen-year-old Nina is conscious of the extraordinary dangers around her and her family, yet she is preoccupied by ordinary teenage concerns: boys, parties, her appearance, who she wants to be when she grows up. As Nina records her most personal emotions and observations, herreflections shape a diary that is as much a portrait of her intense inner world as it is the Soviet outer one. Preserved here, these markings-the evidence used to convict Nina as a "counterrevolutionary"- offer today's reader a fascinating perspective on the era in which she lived.

“Honest and moving . . . Her painful tale is engrossing.”—Washington Post Book World For most of us, it was just another horrible headline. But for Deborah Spungen, the mother of Nancy, who was stabbed to death at the Chelsea Hotel, it was both a relief and a tragedy. Here is the incredible story of an infant who never stopped screaming, a toddler who attacked people, a teenager addicted to drugs, violence, and easy sex, a daughter completely out of control—who almost destroyed her parents’ marriage and the happiness of the rest of her family.

As thirteen-year-old Dawn Rochelle deals with cancer, she befriends others in similar positions, in four stories about loss, survival, and courage.

I wanted to write a book that tells people my age just how strong and capable they are to tackle whatever challenge they are facing. I wanted to write a book that tells YOU that while you have had your share of tough experiences, it's time to come home. You don't have to keep fighting anymore. I hope this book means as much to you as it does to me. I hope when you read it, it feels like a safe place for you to let down your defenses and find peace in it. I Want To Live is my love-letter to my generation. I hope that after you've finished this book, you can take a look in the mirror and say the words, ""I can face it all.""

**Winner, Phillip D. Reed Award for Outstanding Writing on the Southern Environment** **A Planetizen Top Planning Book for 2017** After decades of sprawl, many American city and suburban residents struggle with issues related to traffic (and its accompanying challenges for our health and productivity), divided neighborhoods, and a non-walkable life. Urban designer Ryan Gravel makes a case for how we can change this. Cities have the capacity to create a healthier, more satisfying way of life by remodeling and augmenting their infrastructure in ways that connect neighborhoods and communities. Gravel came up with a way to do just that in his hometown with the Atlanta Beltline project. It connects 40 diverse Atlanta neighborhoods to city schools, shopping districts, and public parks, and has already seen a huge payoff in real estate development and local business revenue. Similar projects are in the works around the country, from the Los Angeles River Revitalization and the Buffalo Bayou in Houston to the Midtown Greenway in Minneapolis and the Underline in Miami. In Where We Want to Live, Gravel presents an exciting blueprint for revitalizing cities to make them places where we truly want to live.

It’s a story which is written keeping in mind a woman. A woman who fought and keeps fighting. A woman who dreamt and never stopped dreaming. A woman who fell in love because she wanted to feel in love. A Women who made her own way. Runmoy was waiting in the garden of his big mansion. There was a teapot with couple of teacups ready for Savitri to arrive. Runmoy stood up when he saw Savitri walking towards him. ‘Kaise hain aap Runmoyji (How are you Runmoyji)?’ asked Savitri Devi shaking Runmoy’ s hand. Runmoy responded with mixed emotions, ‘Abhi tak to theek hai Madam, aage ka aapke upar hai. Boliye? (I am fine till now, but it further depends on you. What have you got?)’. Savitri Devi took the opposite chair and passed on the documents to Runmoy who started sweating looking at the different pages he held in his hand. (Talking in Hindi, he said) ‘What rubbish is this? Where did you get this from? Do you know what are you playing with? I will destroy you.’ Runmoy stood up and started shouting but it was more of desperation than command. Savitri remained seated and said, ‘I am ok if you don’t want to believe me. I will hand it over to the press and let’s see the drama. Are you ok with that?’ Runmoy signaled his secretary and the server to leave them alone. ‘What do you want Savitri?’ Said weak looking Runmoy. Savitri looked into his eyes and said, ‘You are trying your best to become rich, and I have no issues with it but not at cost of destroying me. I will not let anyone destroy me and the empire I have made. Unlike you, I have worked hard every day for last 20 years to make this happen. You listen to me and listen well. All this drama you have created with someone whom I don’t know has to be put to end. I need everything back what you took from me in last 24 hours and I need it in next 24 hours