NYPD detective Lex Cole tracks a missing Brooklyn teen whose bright future is endangered by the ghosts of his unknown father's past, in this highly anticipated sequel to A Map of the Dark. One of the few black kids on his Brighton Beach block, Titus "Crisp" Crespo was raised by his white mother and his Russian grandparents. He has two legacies from his absent father, Mo: his weird name and his brown skin. Crisp has always been the odd kid out, but a fundamentally good kid, with a bright future. But one impulsive decision triggers a horrible domino effect--an arrest, no reason not to accompany his richer, whiter friend Glynnie on a visit to her weed dealer, and a trip onto his father's old home turf where he'll face certain choices he's always strived to avoid. As Detective Lex Cole tries to unravel the clues from Crisp's night out, they both find that what you don't know about your past can still come back to haunt you.

"I cannot remember the last book I loved as much... a luminous, heart-achingly beautiful love letter to friendship. Knockout!" — Josie Silver, New York Times bestselling author International bestseller Mhairi McFarlane explores lifelong friendships, long-buried secrets, and unexpected love in a heartfelt, emotional new novel, perfect for fans of Evvie Drake Starts Over, The Two Lives of Lydia Bird, or In Five Years. Eve, Justin, Susie, and Ed have been friends since they were teenagers. Now in their thirties, the four are as close as ever, Thursday night bar trivia is sacred, and Eve is still secretly in love with Ed. Maybe she should have moved on by now, but she can’t stop thinking about what could have been. And she knows Ed still thinks about it, too. But then, in an instant, their lives are changed forever. In the aftermath, Eve’s world is upended. As stunning secrets are revealed, she begins to wonder if she really knew her friends as well as she thought. And when someone from the past comes back into her life, Eve’s future veers in a surprising new direction... They say every love story starts with a single moment. What if it was just last night? "[A] book I almost wish I’d written, except that would have robbed me of the intense joy of reading it... the kind of novel that will have you putting everything else on hold so you can keep turning pages until you reach its sparkling, brilliant end.” — Emily Henry, #1 New York Times bestselling author of People We Meet on Vacation

Brooke loved reading the dishy celebrity gossip rag, "Last Night"--until her marriage became a weekly headline. When rumors about Brooke and her newly minted rock-star husband swirl in the tabloids, she must question the truth of her marriage.

It was supposed to be the most wonderful night of their young lives. Cassie McGuire was barely eighteen and ready to elope with the man of her dreams, when tragedy struck. With the new future now facing her, there was no way Cassie was going to saddle the adventurous Ethan Rafferty with a woman who might never ride again, much less walk. So she sent him away. Cassie gets the shock of her life when Ethan returns to Texas. The sexy wrangler is as handsome as ever—but he'll be fit to be tied once he discovers her secret. Will he forgive her—or will he fight her for the son he didn't know he had?

Everyone experiences those times when it seems like nothing is going right. How can we get back that inner peace we so desire? With her signature wit, Karen Scalf Linamen helps women put it all into perspective. She shows how to feel alive and vibrant despite our circumstances. With hilarious true stories and plain-sense practicality, this book is just what women need when life seems to be falling apart at the seams.

This reissue of Bob Woodword’s classic book about John Belushi—one of the most interesting performers and personalities in show business history—“is told with the same narrative style that Woodward employed so effectively in All the President’s Men and The Final Days” (Chicago Tribune). John Belushi was found dead of a drug overdose March 5, 1982, in a seedy hotel bungalow off Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. Belushi’s death was the beginning of a trail that led Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward on an investigation that examines the dark side of American show business—TV, rock and roll, and the movie industry. From on-the-record interviews with 217 people, including Belushi's widow, his former partner Dan Aykroyd, Belushi’s movie directors including Jack Nicholson and Steven Spielberg, actors Chevy Chase, Robin Williams, and Carrie Fisher, the movie executives, the agents, Belushi’s drug dealers, and those who live in the show business underground, the author has written a close portrait of a great American comic talent, and of his struggle to succeed and to survive that ended in tragedy. Using diaries, accountants’ records, phone bills, travel records, medical records, and interviews with firsthand witnesses, Woodward has followed Belushi’s life from childhood in a small town outside Chicago to his meteoric rise to fame. Bob Woodward has written a spellbinding account of rise and fall, a cautionary tale for our times, and a poignant and gentle portrait of a young man who had so much, gave so much, and lost so much.

It started with Margreet's desire to flee from her parental home. Away from of the realm of control, intimidation, manipulation and condemnation She applied was accepted left for pension Bloemenzicht. It's the start of her LIFE A part of the book: Chapter 1. A big step It seemed to be so simple, but it wasn't. Margreet had decided to pack everything she thought she would need in a month into two suitcases. But what should she take with her, and what not? Yesterday she had received an email from Pension Bloemenhof, informing her that she had been hired for a trial month. Margreet had been as happy as a child. Not so much because of the kind of work, it was yet to be seen if she would like it, but because she could get away, away from her parental home where she'd always felt she somehow didn't fit in. She had walked on tiptoe, figuratively, to not stand out. She had tried terribly hard to do everything perfectly so that she might fit in after all. But apparently it had never been good enough. At primary school, learning was still going well, but at secondary school it went wrong. She did more than she could, but it felt like she was missing out on everything. She felt rushed, and a failure. It wasn't about her mind, she was smart enough, but about the pressure from her parents to perform way beyond her capabilities, which had killed her. And she had known intuitively: I have to get out of here, away from my parental home, away from… well, of what? It was still hard to describe, and especially hard to accept that her childhood hadn't been what it should have been, to accept that she hadn't gotten what she needed to be herself, to develop herself into who she really was. The therapist she'd been with, had called it the burden of intimidation and manipulation, the burden of control. Margreet had recognized it, nodded vigorously as the therapist explained it, but she couldn't turn the tide, couldn't stand it she wasn't able to live the way she wanted to live. Wasn't that another problem? The problem that she didn't really know how she wanted to live, that she didn't know what life was? That she didn't know who she really was and what she really liked? It had upset her for a long time. She'd been torn between possibilities, but whatever she'd come up with, for and about herself, she couldn't figure it out. In the end she had come to only one conclusion: she wasn’t able to see herself through her own eyes. She looked, as she always had done, through her parents' eyes, and felt that whatever came to her mind would be disapproved by them. How on earth was she supposed to get off this treadmill? It felt like a first, big step to leave home. She had scoured the internet for a job, applied for all kinds of things without success, until she discovered the advertisement from Pension Bloemenhof in a quiet area on the edge of a Limburg village. She'd sensed something that made her feel sure she had to be there, and immediately sent her application email, and there had been a conviction in her that she would be successful this time. She had no idea why, actually had thought it was quite bizarre, but her feeling turned out to be correct. It had been only a few hours before she got an answer back that she could come in for a trial run in November, asking if she was able to come a few days before to explore the guest house and get settled in. It was already the end of October, so that would be very soon, just about right away, she thought. Ha, nothing better than that! The sooner she could go, the better! And it was so ideal, she had already understood from the advertisement, she could live internally, on her own within the guest house. A place of your own, within safe walls. She didn't know how it was possible, but it already felt that way in advance, like a safe place of her own.