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A shimmering, joyful new novel about a pair of opposites with the wrong thing in common. Daphne always loved the way her fiancé Peter told their story. How they met (on a blustery day), fell in love (over an errant hat), and moved back to his lakeside hometown to begin their life together. He really was good at telling it…right up until the moment he realized he was actually in love with his childhood best friend Petra. Which is how Daphne begins her new story: Stranded in beautiful Waning Bay, Michigan, without friends or family but with a dream job as a children’s librarian (that barely pays the bills), and proposing to be roommates with the only person who could possibly understand her predicament: Petra’s ex, Miles Nowak. Scruffy and chaotic—with a penchant for taking solace in the sounds of heart break love ballads—Miles is exactly the opposite of practical, buttoned up Daphne, whose coworkers know so little about her they have a running bet that she’s either FBI or in witness protection. The roommates mainly avoid one another, until one day, while drowning their sorrows, they form a tenuous friendship and a plan. If said plan also involves posting deliberately misleading photos of their summer adventures together, well, who could blame them? But it’s all just for show, of course, because there’s no way Daphne would actually start her new chapter by falling in love with her ex-fiancé’s new fiancée’s ex…right?

One summer. Two rivals. A plot twist they didn’t see coming… Nora Stephens’ life is books—she’s read them all—and she is not that type of heroine. Not the plucky one, not the laidback dream girl, and especially not the sweetheart. In fact, the only people Nora is a heroine for are her clients, for whom she lands enormous deals as a cutthroat literary agent, and her beloved little sister Libby. Which is why she agrees to go to Sunshine Falls, North Carolina for the month of August when Libby begs her for a sisters’ trip away—with visions of a small town transformation for Nora, who she’s convinced needs to become the heroine in her own story. But instead of picnics in meadows, or run-ins with a handsome country doctor or bulging-forearmed bartender, Nora keeps bumping into Charlie Lastra, a bookish brooding editor from back in the city. It would be a meet-cute if not for the fact that they’ve met many times and it’s never been cute. If Nora knows she’s not an ideal heroine, Charlie knows he’s nobody’s hero, but as they are thrown together again and again—in a series of coincidences no editor worth their salt would allow—what they discover might just unravel the carefully crafted stories they’ve written about themselves.

Hoy por hoy se coincide en considerar Las Flores del Mal como una de las fuentes vivas del movimiento poético contemporáneo. Carta magna de la «poesía maldita», esta obra produjo un fuerte impacto en la sociedad de su tiempo, hasta el punto de que fue condenada «por ultraje a la moral pública y a las buenas costumbres». Esta edición ha sido cuidadosamente prologada por Enrique López Castellón, catedrático de la Universidad Autónoma de Madrid.

Un admirable despliegue imaginativo, un depurado estilo y una trama que sorprende y seduce, abrirán al lector de este libro las puertas de un mundo primigenio y su cosmogonía.

¿Quién escribió Sentido y sensibilidad? ¿Lo hizo Jane Austen, una dama, a secas, sin nombre ni apellido, una dama sumamente culta y aguda que sabe bien cómo vive la aristocracia terrateniente, que conoce los rituales de la burguesía londinense, a quien le consta hasta qué punto el mundo es inestable y cómo todo cambia a despecho del sentido y en el tumulto de la sensibilidad?

El diamante La muerte camina junto a mí, pero la Parca no es un rival para mí. Estoy encerrada en un mundo lleno de monstruos, vestidos con trajes de hombre, y de gente que no es lo que parece. No podrán retenerme para siempre. Ya no reconozco a la persona en la que me he convertido y lucho por hallar el camino que me lleve de vuelta junto a la bestia que me da caza por las noches. Me llaman el diamante, pero lo único que han creado es un ángel de la muerte. El cazador Nací siendo un depredador, con la crueldad incrustada en todos y cada uno de mis huesos. Y cuando, en mitad de la noche, me roban lo que me pertenece, como un diamante escondido dentro de una fortaleza, noto que ya no puedo retener a la bestia que hay en mí. La tierra se teñirá de sangre mientras destrozo este mundo para encontrarla. Y la devolveré al lugar al que pertenece. Nadie se librará de mi ira, especialmente aquellos que me hayan traicionado.