Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of their human hosts while leaving their bodies intact, and most of humanity has succumbed. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, knew about the challenges of living inside a human: the overwhelming emotions, the too vivid memories. But there was one difficulty Wanderer didn't expect: the former tenant of her body refusing to relinquish possession of her mind. Melanie fills Wanderer's thoughts with visions of the man Melanie loves -- Jared, a human who still lives in hiding. Unable to separate herself from her body's desires, Wanderer yearns for a man she's never met. As outside forces make Wanderer and Melanie unwilling allies, they set off to search for the man they both love. Featuring what may be the first love triangle involving only two bodies, The Host is a riveting and unforgettable novel that will bring a vast new readership to one of the most compelling writers of our time.

Science fiction. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of their human hosts while leaving their bodies intact, and most of humanity has succumbed. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie Stryder's body didn't expect her to refuse to relinquish possession of her mind

The legendary actor and comedian shows how to set a great table, shares ideas for unforgettable celebrations, and says, "It's about fun, not perfection!" In her own words... "It's Whoopi here and I've written this book that, frankly, is the last book anyone would expect. You would never think of me as someone with the courage to say, 'You have everything you need to be fantastic in your own house, apartment, or trailer to set a great table.' Let's face it, you look at a lot of books on Entertaining and think 'I could never do this in my house, I don't have this stuff and it's not going to look like what I'm seeing.' That's not what's going to happen here! I want to show you there is great heart in setting the table. For two or four or the kids or Halloween or tea just for you. For dinners with friends or the holidays. I'm going to tell you stories about what I do when people come over and give you ideas about what you're seeing because Honey, everything in this book is what you can do in your house. You got a bodega or a 7-Eleven near you? They sell flowers. Take those bad boys and put them on your table. You got some crazy old plate from your grandmother (or a fancy silver one)? You got little kids' toys that have been annoying you forever, put them on the table too. Who's going to tell you it's wrong? Not me! I'm going to tell you it's right and I'm going to take you on a journey. And don't forget the bathroom; decorate it too, people are going to see it. It's all at your house. Come with me. I'll show you! P.S. I know the glass on the cover is broken. Accidents happen!"

A young language (liberation) teacher abroad. A bar hostess with 70's style dress sense. How far will his commitment to her go? A tale of passion pursued through three countries: Hunum islands; the Jusau peninsula and his home colony of The Antipodes, provide contrasting cultural landscapes, a journey into the human condition, and an endless supply of alcohol.

Nicci has given up on being a successful musician and is now the hostess of the Savoy, in Harlem, circa 1920s. Men are returning from war. Prohibition causes her to turn her club into a speakeasy. Whats a club without sex, love, murder and the mob? Nicci cant stay away from excitement . Her second diary reveals her version of the Depression and Prohibition when her club becomes home to vampire killers, faeries, and more vampires. Nicci continues to pass for white. How long can she carry this secret without anyone knowing? Eventually, it will catch up with her.

As he stepped into the room, Renae was struck by an overwhelming rush of emotions. Her heart beat so fast she thought it might burst from her chest, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She had accepted the job at Le Kissr to pay off her debts, but she never expected her first client to be so breathtakingly handsome. This man, with his broad shoulders and piercing eyes, was more than just a client. He was her destiny, the one she had been waiting for. Even his peachy skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, and Renae couldn't help but feel a surge of desire that coursed through her body. From the moment they met, Renae found herself unable to sleep, consumed by the thought of this man. And as the weeks went by, she realized that he too felt the same way. He was drawn to her, unable to resist the pull of her beauty and spirit. It was only when Renae's ex-partner appeared, threatening to tear them apart, that this man finally took the leap of faith. He wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her close, and whispered words of love and devotion that left Renae breathless. At that moment, Renae knew that they were meant to be together. Their love was real, and nothing could ever tear them apart. They would face any challenge, conquer any obstacle, and emerge victorious, their love shining as brightly as the sun on a summer's day.

In Nightwork, Anne Allison opens a window onto Japanese corporate culture and gender identities. Allison performed the ritualized tasks of a hostess in one of Tokyo's many "hostess clubs": pouring drinks, lighting cigarettes, and making flattering or titillating conversation with the businessmen who came there on company expense accounts. Her book critically examines how such establishments create bonds among white-collar men and forge a masculine identity that suits the needs of their corporations. Allison describes in detail a typical company outing to such a club—what the men do, how they interact with the hostesses, the role the hostess is expected to play, and the extent to which all of this involves "play" rather than "work." Unlike previous books on Japanese nightlife, Allison's ethnography of one specific hostess club (here referred to as Bijo) views the general phenomenon from the eyes of a woman, hostess, and feminist anthropologist. Observing that clubs like Bijo further a kind of masculinity dependent on the gestures and labors of women, Allison seeks to uncover connections between such behavior and other social, economic, sexual, and gendered relations. She argues that Japanese corporate nightlife enables and institutionalizes a particular form of ritualized male dominance: in paying for this entertainment, Japanese corporations not only give their male workers a self-image as phallic man, but also develop relationships to work that are unconditional and unbreakable. This is a book that will appeal to anyone interested in gender roles or in contemporary Japanese society.