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From the bestselling author of She Must Be Mad ̧ comes the second book of poetry and prose from Charly Cox. Honest, raw, insightful and magically interweaving the everyday with the abstract, Charly's writing is exquisite. She is a leading light of the new cohort of young women who are changing the landscape for poetry in the 21st century. Part-comedy, part caricature, but mostly harrowing truth, Charly Cox's second collection, Validate Me explores the havoc that the digital hemisphere is playing on our relationships, concentration span and mental health. Written entirely on her phone, this is a look at how a life lived online is both liberating and screwing us all up, through the gaze of one woman on the cusp of absolute digital burnout. Funny, heartbreaking and achingly relatable, Charly's writing has the power to make us all feel less alone.

When you're the daughter of a best-selling romance writer, life should be pretty good. But for 16-year-old Alice Amorous, daughter of the Queen of Romance, life is an agonizing lie. Her mother's been secretly hospitalized for mental illness, and Alice has been putting on a brave front, answering fan letters, forging her mother's signature, telling the publisher that all is well. But the next book is due and the Queen can't write it. Alice needs a story for her mother. And she needs one fast. That's when she meets Errol, a strange boy who's been following her. A boy who tells her that he has a love story. A boy who believes he's Cupid. As Alice begins to hear Errol's voice in her head, and begins to see things she can't explain, she must face the truth - that she's either inherited her mother's madness, or Errol is for real.

The Mighty Mustang You Can Take a Soldier Out of the Army but Not the Army Out of the Soldier Written in a lucid style this book is a very comprehensive effort to teach the students of English language effective communication and writing skills. It will prove very useful for beginners as well-advanced readers who want to master the art of good English writing and speaking. The book is exceptional and wide ranging in understanding and overcoming the difficulties' students of English grammar face in everyday use of the language in variety of situations from social to professional. Combined with communication, personality development, interview technique etc. and the inclusive exercises for students of all levels "English Language and Personality" is indeed a unique and extremely useful book. A MUST FOR ALL LEARNERS KEEN TO MASTER THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE COMMENT- Sri Anil Prakash has taken great pains to write this book on English Grammar keeping in view the needs of the Indian students for whom English is a second Language. He has combined grammar with communicative needs of the learners. Therefore, this book is bound to be very useful for both teachers and the students. Anil Prakash has kept away from the cumbersome method of overemphasis on the intricate rules and exceptions. He has presented the rules of English Grammar with clarity. Moreover, He has given a variety of exercises for students of different levels. He has not only covered the needed aspects of English Grammar in the Indian context but has also given various types of examples and exercises which will be of great help for school, college and competitive examinations.

The Wrong Box is a black comedy novel co-written by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne, first published in 1889. The story is about two brothers who are the last two surviving members of a tontine. The book was the first of three novels that Stevenson co-wrote with Osbourne, who was his stepson.

" We are to make acquaintance with some serious damsels, as this English generation knows them, and at a season verging upon May. The ladies of Brookfield, Arabella, Cornelia, and Adela Pole, daughters of a flourishing City-of-London merchant, had been told of a singular thing: that in the neighbouring fir-wood a voice was to be heard by night, so wonderfully sweet and richly toned, that it required their strong sense to correct strange imaginings concerning it. Adela was herself the chief witness to its unearthly sweetness, and her testimony was confirmed by Edward Buxley, whose ear had likewise taken in the notes, though not on the same night, as the pair publicly proved by dates. Both declared that the voice belonged to an opera-singer or a spirit. The ladies of Brookfield, declining the alternative, perceived that this was a surprise furnished for their amusement by the latest celebrity of their circle, Mr. Pericles, their father's business ally and fellow-speculator; Mr. Pericles, the Greek, the man who held millions of money as dust compared to a human voice. Fortified by this exquisite supposition, their strong sense at once dismissed with scorn the idea of anything unearthly, however divine, being heard at night, in the nineteenth century, within sixteen miles of London City. They agreed that Mr. Pericles had hired some charming cantatrice to draw them into the woods and delightfully bewilder them. It was to be expected of his princely nature, they said. The Tinleys, of Bloxholme, worshipped him for his wealth; the ladies of Brookfield assured their friends that the fact of his being a money-maker was redeemed in their sight by his devotion to music. Music was now the Art in the ascendant at Brookfield. The ladies (for it is as well to know at once that they were not of that poor order of women who yield their admiration to a thing for its abstract virtue only)—the ladies were scaling society by the help of the Arts. To this laudable end sacrifices were now made to Euterpe to assist them. As mere daughters of a merchant, they were compelled to make their house not simply attractive, but enticing; and, seeing that they liked music, it seemed a very agreeable device. The Tinleys of Bloxholme still kept to dancing, and had effectually driven away Mr. Pericles from their gatherings. For Mr. Pericles said: "If that they will go 'so,' I will be amused." He presented a top-like triangular appearance for one staggering second. The Tinleys did not go `so' at all, and consequently they lost the satirical man, and were called 'the ballet-dancers' by Adela which thorny scoff her sisters permitted to pass about for a single day, and no more. The Tinleys were their match at epithets, and any low contention of this kind obscured for them the social summit they hoped to attain; the dream whereof was their prime nourishment. That the Tinleys really were their match, they acknowledged, upon the admission of the despicable nature of the game. The Tinleys had winged a dreadful shaft at them; not in itself to be dreaded, but that it struck a weak point; it was a common shot that exploded a magazine; and for a time it quite upset their social policy, causing them to act like simple young ladies who feel things and resent them."