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When lonely author Autumn meets shy musician Bowie in New York, they fall head over heels and into their forever. But not everyone gets their happily ever after. Bowie has just six months left to live. And just like that, Autumn’s entire life has been rewritten. Embraced by his loving, unconventional family, Autumn returns with Bowie to England to live out the rest of his life by his side. But over the course of that summer, the decisions Autumn makes will help her move on, even after love and loss. Decisions, it emerges, that were orchestrated by Bowie before they said goodbye.

Dot's had quite enough of making tea in the Cabinet War Rooms. When she finds a cryptic message in the newspaper she enlists the help of her gals - will this be the big break Dot's been waiting for? Follow Dot as she gets squiffy over Agent Bertie Whiff-Whaff, concocts stirring yet pithy slogans for the war effort and goes on a mission to St Horribly Vulture’s School for Boys to enlist a teacher for...'shhhh...Bletchley Park!'

Knut Ångström is a brooding, alcoholic, maverick Swedish detective from the mean streets of Oslo. Following the deaths of his beloved wife Christa and cheeky duck Elvin, he is posted to the Njalsland peninsula, where he becomes embroiled in a labyrinthine mystery which bears an eerie similarity to the Askeladden killings - a case from his distant past.

In this fascinating and insightful book, feminist curator Rachael Lennon provides an intimate and intersectional examination of the history of marriage around the world.

No one knows quite as much about friendship fails, facing bullies and being TOTALLY embarrassed, then comedian Rosie Jones. You name a COMPLETELY AWKWARD situation, and she's been there, got the t-shirt and probably done it all again! Rosie knows just how much it SUCKS to grow up, but also how much fun starting a new school and meeting new people can be. So sit back, grab a packet of crisps and crunch your way through this super handy guide to making friends, beating the bullies and dealing with those tricky 'big things'.

I should never have gone to her house. But I was desperate to ask her some questions about that night. About what she saw when Joe fell from the bridge. All I wanted was some honesty, for someone else to have seen what I saw. I never meant to hurt her. To push her. As she lay at the bottom of the stairs, blood pooling around her head, I knew it was the end for me too. I kept expecting the knock on the door, the police, the handcuffs. But it never came. On the news, they are reporting someone has come forward and confessed to her murder. But that can't be true. Because her killer is me.