Is there a person alive who doesn’t know Winne-the-Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and Christopher Robin? For most of us, memories of these beautiful and idyllic stories loom large in the memories of our childhoods. Now Aalto explore the real life Hundred Acre Wood – Ashdown Forest in Southeast England, and all the plants, animals (the real ones anyway) and places that populated A.A. Milne’s beloved books. Readers will learn about Milne’s indoctrination into the natural world as a childhood and how his role as a father help create the magical world that we still love today as adults.
Children do not come with a manual. Even if you have a dozen siblings, two dozen nieces and nephews and 200 friends with children, you have no idea what you’re in for until you have your own. Nathan has 5 children under the age of 10. Dear god, man, if you weren’t insane before, you certainly must be now! Being a parent is hands down, the hardest job in the world. Running the U.N. is a piece of cake in comparison to potty training. Any parent will find the strange phrases in this book all too familiar – “Why is there a toilet seat on the coffee table?” and “Don’t eat the goldfish crackers after you put them in your butt.” This is parent speak, a strange language known only to the tribe of idiots who have decided to procreate. Lord help us all!
Aeryn Ravane is on a quest, a mission to bring her late father’s dream into fruition. Many years ago, an explorer hid away treasures the like the world had never seen before or since. Before he sealed them in a chamber in Black Caverns, he placed a curse upon them. Now, following her father’s notes, Aeryn is determined to recover the treasure; but where there is treasure to be found, there are many willing to kill and die to claim it. Aeryn will be pursued through Cathell by the thing she has unwittingly unleashed.
When reporter Dance Danziger is injured in a bomb blast, fellow journalist Jordanna Winters thinks they have an award-winning story on their hands; but first they have to find the bomber. Their search takes them down a dark road littered with bodies, each one branded with a branding iron. The key to the killer’s i.d. and motivation actually lies buried in Jordanna’s past, if she only has the courage to remember
Laurie grew up with a harsh, unkind father and her childhood was full of rules. The most important one was to never open the door at the top of the stairs. Years later and miles away, Laurie thinks she’s left the past behind her, but all that changes when she has to return home to settle her father’s estate. At least this time she’s not alone, she brings her husband and ten year old daughter with her. But her past rises up to meet her and Laurie can’t help wonder if there might be something residual lingering in the house. She’s definitely freaked out by her daughter’s new friend, Abigail, who looks exactly like the little girl who lived and died next door when Laurie was a little girl
Abby Kimball can’t say she’ll ever get used to seeing the dead, but she’s starting to come to terms with it. Her latest view on the dead takes her back to the distant past, to one of the ugliest periods in American history, to the Salem witch trials. Why is she seeing a courtroom scene hundreds of years old? With faithful boyfriend, Ned, by her side, she explores the events and the people of the time, looking for a connection to herself. Is it possible that her ancestors were accused of witchcraft? Or is it worse?
Dr. David Galbriath is a respected child psychiatrist with a terrible secret. His clients are his “playthings” ; Galbraith is a pedophile of the worst sort and he uses his position of authority to take advantage of the most vulnerable of children. When the Mailer’s marriage ends, their 7 year old son Anthony has a difficult time dealing with the fall out, so their family doctor recommends he seek counseling – from Dr. Galbraith.
I cannot lie, this book has some deeply disturbing passages that are not for the faint of heart; however, given Nicholl’s background with the police and child welfare, I am sure that his descriptions are (sadly) accurate.