This book is about a journey, a journey of a simple person from a small town boy to follow his heart trying to make it big. Is he successful, does he reach to a destination or like any other persons he also felled in the pit of questions and social obligations? Not so fast, things will uncover during the course of the journey (book). I hope everyone likes the read as this is one story which is close to my heart and hopefully after this read it will be close to you as well.

Convicted murderer John Marin, out of prison, is intent on revenge against Ned Wakefield and goes after Ned's daughters, Jessica and Elizabeth--who fall right into Marin's trap.

An urgent manifesto and a dramatic memoir of awakening, this is the story of revolutionary love. Finalist for the Dayton Literary Peace Prize • “In a world stricken with fear and turmoil, Valarie Kaur shows us how to summon our deepest wisdom.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love How do we love in a time of rage? How do we fix a broken world while not breaking ourselves? Valarie Kaur—renowned Sikh activist, filmmaker, and civil rights lawyer—describes revolutionary love as the call of our time, a radical, joyful practice that extends in three directions: to others, to our opponents, and to ourselves. It enjoins us to see no stranger but instead look at others and say: You are part of me I do not yet know. Starting from that place of wonder, the world begins to change: It is a practice that can transform a relationship, a community, a culture, even a nation. Kaur takes readers through her own riveting journey—as a brown girl growing up in California farmland finding her place in the world; as a young adult galvanized by the murders of Sikhs after 9/11; as a law student fighting injustices in American prisons and on Guantánamo Bay; as an activist working with communities recovering from xenophobic attacks; and as a woman trying to heal from her own experiences with police violence and sexual assault. Drawing from the wisdom of sages, scientists, and activists, Kaur reclaims love as an active, public, and revolutionary force that creates new possibilities for ourselves, our communities, and our world. See No Stranger helps us imagine new ways of being with each other—and with ourselves—so that together we can begin to build the world we want to see.

Con la gran mayoría de los usuarios de Facebook atrapados en un frenesí de friending, liking y commenting, ¿en qué momento podemos desconectar para comprender las consecuencias de nuestras infosaturadas vidas? ¿Qué nos obliga a participar tan diligentemente con los sistemas de redes sociales? Redes sin causa examina nuestra obsesión colectiva con la identidad y la autogestión, junto con la fragmentación y la información de sobrecarga endémica de la cultura contemporánea en línea.Con escasez de teoría sobre las consecuencias sociales y culturales de los servicios en línea más populares, Lovink ofrece un análisis crítico pionero de nuestro sobrevalorado mundo en red a partir de estudios de casos en los motores de búsqueda, video online, blogging, radio digital, activismo en los media y la saga de Wikileaks. Este libro ofrece un poderoso mensaje a profesionales de los medios y a los teóricos: colectivamente vamos a dar rienda suelta a nuestra capacidad crítica para influir en el diseño de la tecnología y en los espacios de trabajo, si no queremos desaparecer en la nube. Incisivo pero nunca pesimista, Lovink, partiendo de su larga experiencia en la investigación de medios de comunicación, nos ofrece una crítica de las estructuras políticas y poderes conceptuales incluidos en las tecnologías que dan forma a nuestra vida cotidiana.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M