He struggles to establish human connections—even his emotional life is a blur.As the novel begins, he is reconnecting with "The Gunners," his group of childhood friends, after one of their members has committed suicide. Sally had distanced herself from all of them before ending her life, and she died harboring secrets about the group and its individuals. Mikey especially needs to confront dark secrets about his own past and his father. How much of this darkness accounts for the emotional stupor Mikey is suffering from as he reaches his maturity? And can The Gunners, prompted by Sally's death, find their way to a new day? The core of this adventure, made by Mikey, Alice, Lynn, Jimmy, and Sam, becomes a search for the core of truth, friendship, and forgiveness.A quietly startling, beautiful book, The Gunners engages us with vividly unforgettable characters, and advances Rebecca Kauffman’s place as one of the most important young writers of her generation.

    The set includes The Bad Beginning, The Reptile Room, and The Wide Window.Book Details: Format: Box Set Publication Date: 10/2/2001 Reading Level: Age 8 and Up

    It's a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand.After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.Now perilous magic is afoot, and treachery lurks at every turn. To save all of the worlds, they'll first need to stay alive.

    She thinks he's just a hipster, but is there more to this handsome stranger than meets the eye? Yes. He's a mummy. We're not really making a secret about this. The twist is he's a mummy. It's a book about a girl who falls in love with a mummy. We've read young adult books about teenage girls unknowingly falling in love with vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, fairies, mermen, warlocks, dreamwalkers, and trolls. Seriously, there was one about trolls. It's time for mummies, dammit. It's time for mummies.

    While these epic figures lead armies and shape the futures of their nations, other powerful individuals, no less skilled, forge their own destinies in steam and steel.Called to Battle is a collection of stories focused on the Iron Kingdoms’ unsung heroes, its skilled mercenaries, and even the horrifying villains who haunt its darker reaches. Track a target through the frozen north with Kell Bailoch, a deadly sharpshooter who kills for the highest bidder; Hunt Down a group of corrupted human magic users with Narn, a merciless Iosan mage hunter; uncover a sinister sabotage plot with Arlan Strangewayes, Cygnar's premier arcane mechanik; and endure a terrifying journey into the mind of General Gerlak Slaughterborn, a monstrous blighted trollkin with a penchant for devouring his enemies whole and screaming. These stories draw you deeper into the wartorn landscape of western Immoren and the Iron Kingdoms, where heroes, villains, and those somewhere in between find themselves Called to Battle.

    Inspired by friends telling stories on a porch, The Moth was born in small-town Georgia, garnered a cult following in New York City, and then rose to national acclaim with the wildly popular podcast and Peabody Award-winning weekly public radio show The Moth Radio Hour. Stories include: writer Malcolm Gladwell's wedding toast gone horribly awry; legendary rapper Darryl "DMC" McDaniels' obsession with a Sarah McLachlan song; poker champion Annie Duke's two-million-dollar hand; and A. E. Hotchner's death-defying stint in a bullring . . . with his friend Ernest Hemingway. Read about the panic of former Clinton Press Secretary Joe Lockhart when he misses Air Force One after a hard night of drinking in Moscow, and Dr. George Lombardi's fight to save Mother Teresa's life. This will be a beloved read for existing Moth enthusiasts, fans of the featured storytellers, and all who savor well-told, hilarious, and heartbreaking stories.

    ’𝙏𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨… 𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙘𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 , 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 , 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.