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The enlivening follow-up to the award-winning sensation The Annual Migration of Clouds.

Are you a white person with questions about how race affects different situations, but you feel awkward, shy, or afraid to ask the people of colour in your life?

Jack o' Hearts is the top card player in the parish, and is feeling pretty sure of himself.

Jack, the delightful, mischievous, big-hearted hero of so many Newfoundland folktales, is worried about his parents. They aren't getting any younger; in fact, they're really quite old.

When Poland is invaded in WWII, the Gold family sticks together in horrific conditions to survive.

The unexpected responsibility of caring for her autistic brother during her summer in Paris turns out to be just the adventure that Clara needed.

Rachel and her little sister, Jane, are spending the summer with two strangers who happen to be their grandparents.

She had expected to hate him. But hate, just like forgiveness, can be complicated.

"It was a different crow, but the same crow, you understand? Because there is only one Crow.

Including: Europe, Europe; America; Howl; Footnote to Howl; Strange New Cottage In Back Of The Real; Transcription Of Organ Music; Sunflower Sutra; A Supermarket In California; Beat Poetry at Royal

Japanese noblewoman Murasaki Shikibu wrote The Tale of Genji in the 11th century to entertain the other women in the court.

Based on true incidents, this complex novel remembers the 1943 staging of Tagore's play 'Dakghar' in a Warsaw orphanage run by Dr.

What happens when everything falls away, when those you call on in times of need are themselves calling out for rescue?

From the New York Times-bestselling author of The Hidden Life of Trees, this guide to awakening your senses and engaging deeply with the forest is the perfect gift for hikers and walkers.

For readers of Entangled Life and The Hidden Life of Trees comes an illuminating account of the "invisible" fungi that share our world: from the air we breathe to the dust beneath our fee