Fate brought them together, well, that and old Gabe running Charlie up Billy's tree. At first Henry the keeper of the tree didn't want Charlie anywhere in his tree, but seeing these two little birds together, he knew this was the best thing for both of them. True, they were different, one was yellow and had lived in a cage all alone most of his life. The other was blue and lived in a tree all his life, surrounded by friends. But they also were the same; both were lonely and needed a friend, and most of all, they would become the others best lookout friend in all the kingdom. They would learn to rely on each other, have each others backs, and put their own life in danger in order to save the other. They would not only become the best lookout friends but they would become family, the very thing both wanted all their lives.

Out on the eastern plains of Colorado, where fields of wheat sway gently in the summer breeze and cattle graze on pastures of grass, there are colonies of prairie dogs that live in prairie dog towns.

FROM EXCITING AUTHORS OF GAY ROMANCE, CATHERINE CURZON AND ELEANOR HARKSTEAD From the A Little Bit Cupid collection Will a photographer be swept off his feet by a duke who's more dishevelled than dashing? It's Valentine's Day and it's Billy last shift at The Chelsea Bunn. His photography career never took off, so it's time to leave London, parcel up the leftover heart-shaped cakes and head back home to Hampshire. Rumpled Charlie and his two mischievous dogs are Billy's favourite customers, so when Charlie turns up at closing time with a mysterious wrapped gift and the offer of a whirlwind trip on the London Eye, Billy can't say no. But Charlie is keeping a secret that could turn Billy's world happily upside down. As the snow falls over London and the big wheel grinds to a halt, Billy discovers that wishes aren't just for Christmas.

The bold and boundlessly original debut novel from the Oscar®-winning screenwriter of Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Synecdoche, New York. LONGLISTED FOR THE CENTER FOR FICTION FIRST NOVEL PRIZE • “A dyspeptic satire that owes much to Kurt Vonnegut and Thomas Pynchon . . . propelled by Kaufman’s deep imagination, considerable writing ability and bull’s-eye wit."—The Washington Post “An astonishing creation . . . riotously funny . . . an exceptionally good [book].”—The New York Times Book Review • “Kaufman is a master of language . . . a sight to behold.”—NPR NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY NPR AND MEN’S HEALTH B. Rosenberger Rosenberg, neurotic and underappreciated film critic (failed academic, filmmaker, paramour, shoe salesman who sleeps in a sock drawer), stumbles upon a hitherto unseen film made by an enigmatic outsider—a film he’s convinced will change his career trajectory and rock the world of cinema to its core. His hands on what is possibly the greatest movie ever made—a three-month-long stop-motion masterpiece that took its reclusive auteur ninety years to complete—B. knows that it is his mission to show it to the rest of humanity. The only problem: The film is destroyed, leaving him the sole witness to its inadvertently ephemeral genius. All that’s left of this work of art is a single frame from which B. must somehow attempt to recall the film that just might be the last great hope of civilization. Thus begins a mind-boggling journey through the hilarious nightmarescape of a psyche as lushly Kafkaesque as it is atrophied by the relentless spew of Twitter. Desperate to impose order on an increasingly nonsensical existence, trapped in a self-imposed prison of aspirational victimhood and degeneratively inclusive language, B. scrambles to re-create the lost masterwork while attempting to keep pace with an ever-fracturing culture of “likes” and arbitrary denunciations that are simultaneously his bête noire and his raison d’être. A searing indictment of the modern world, Antkind is a richly layered meditation on art, time, memory, identity, comedy, and the very nature of existence itself—the grain of truth at the heart of every joke.