Blonde

Oates’ fiction book on Marilyn Monroe’s life before she became an iconic actress and during her time as the eyes begin to turn to her and the symbols that arise in her work  are what Oates sinks her pen into. This fictional biography of her life describes what was behind the smiles, it is a rarity depicting a life ended too shortly and the world of Hollywood behind the scenes.

“Death is just the last scene of the last act.”

– Joyce Carol Oates

Evil Under The Sun

Continuing the great mysteries that Hercule Poirot stumbles upon the reader finds themselves in a sunny resort for only the exclusive people, here the mystery unravels when a bride is found stranded on the beach with her life taken from her. The guests are all to be suspected and evil lurks somewhere in the jumble of secrets.

“There is no such thing as a really calm sea. Always, always, there is motion.”

– Agatha Christie

Looking for Alaska

Last words can become very meaningful when they are told and for Pudge it is an obsession. All they are is what they decide to be from their present and as teenagers we are whatever we want to be like, this is how Alaska is and her world will enrapture Pudge  and change his future.

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”

– John Green

 The Island Beneath The Sea

Among the slaves of the Island of Saint- Domingue in 1770 Tete passes her days in constant work and fear for that she does not understands, the cruelty of those who claim her and the others theirs. Valmorain however struggles with success in the island and along the delicate service of Tete both fight for a future that can carry hope. The story is of Tete and hope lies within her for the time when it truly becomes hers she falls to the freedom that music and dancing brings her, the cultures of her own dance with her and she is free.

“Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.”

– Isabel Allende

Dandelion Wine

 As the summer begins and the fresh smell of cut grass in the morning fills the air, sweet dandelion wine is plucked and brewed with care; it contains the joys of the months that we roam free, for a child it can mean everything , dandelion petals rest in a bottle bottling up the memories of summer.

“The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.”

– Ray Bradbury