William Standish is a distinguished retired journalist and political commentator, who has become a pillar of the establishment. When he dies of a heart attack in a Devon lane, none of his family knows why he was there. They descend on the nearest town to discover what happened. His daughter Marianne is consumed by religion and concerned that her father has a proper burial. Her brother Curtis is a photographer and uses the visit as an opportunity for a photo shoot. He takes a more jaundiced view of his father. Curtis's grandmother Mrs Somerset-Cunliffe insists that the body is not that of her son, but because she is losing touch with reality, nobody takes much notice. She is determined to investigate and enlists a reluctant Marianne to help. Even Curtis becomes curious when two strangers seem intent on befriending the family. It is left to Willie's widow Celia to keep her disparate family together, though this proves increasingly difficult.
My daddy died when I was (one...two...) three years old. Today we are out in the garden. It always makes me think about my daddy because he LOVED his garden. Sometimes, I wonder what happened to my daddy's body... This picture book aims to help children aged 3+ to understand what happens to the body after someone has died. Through telling the true story of what happened to his daddy's body, we follow Alex as he learns about cremation, burial and spreading ashes. Full of questions written in Alex's own words, and with the gentle, sensitive and honest answers of his mother, this story will reassure any young child who might be confused about death and what happens afterwards. It also reiterates the message that when you have experienced the loss of a loved one, it is okay to be sad, but it is okay to be happy, too.
When a young boy learns the news of his Father's sudden death, pain and sorrow become abruptly real. His carefree childhood is instantly altered as his once 'normal' world is turned upside down. His grief carries him through a wide range of emotions until one day he finally finds healing within and a way to hold onto his memories. A highly relatable and ultimately triumphant book that helps children reflect on the loss of a parent and find a healthy way to accept and move forward.
When we were on a No Girls Allowed! holiday, my daddy's heart stopped beating and I had to find help all by myself. He was very badly broken. Not even the ambulance people could help him... This honest, sensitive and beautifully illustrated picture book is designed to help explain the concept of death to children aged 3+. Written in Alex's own words, it is based on the real-life conversations that Elke Barber had with her then three-year-old son, Alex, after the sudden death of his father. The book provides reassurance and understanding to readers through clear and honest answers to the difficult questions that can follow the death of a loved one, and carries the invaluable message that it is okay to be sad, but it is okay to be happy, too.
It began in the warm darkness before birth. The fetus flinched and curled and fought against the fists that beat at it, daily- the fists of its mother who tried to beat it out of existence so she could deny it, so she could cover her own shame, humiliation and abandonment, her own mistake. The horses her mother rode jogging her fetus furiously, sourrounded by wild agitation. The damage from the turpentine ingestion that was of the emryotic fluid in which she swam that was supposed to abort her and she wondered what else she endured for she had no names to fit the crimes. The crime of attempted murder before she was born. And born she was! 4 1/2 pounds with a twisted left foot and refusing mother's milk, unable to hold down a formula, losing weight. Once there, there could be no denying her. Her baby picture was cute, she was bunkled in knitted fluff, a copy was sent to him, the seed donner. He still didn't want her. Her picture was an offering, a save face offering. How much rejection could she endure. The cost was great, the circuit was endless. No one was the survivor. She was named Roberta he was Robert. Roberta wanted a what was hers. She wanted what she was denied. Her name, her birthday and him. She wanted to wipe away the rejection and she wanted the love she was due. She was willing to buy it with her soul, he paid for it with his. Her mother couldn't face the ultimate deception. No one won.
From the host of the YouTube channel that went viral—Dad, How Do I?—comes a book that’s part memoir/part inspiration/part DIY. Rob Kenney’s father left him and his seven siblings when he was fourteen years old, and the youngest had to fend for themselves. He wished that he had someone who could teach him the basics—how to tie a tie, jump-start a car, unclog a drain, use tools properly—as well as succeed in life. But he and his siblings had to figure these things out on their own. Now a father himself, Rob decided that he would help people out by providing how-to tips as well as advice—and even throw in some bad dad jokes. He started a YouTube channel for anyone looking for fatherly advice, and in the course of three months, gained a following of nearly 2.5 million subscribers, with millions of views for his how-to and inspirational videos. In this book, Rob shares his story of overcoming a difficult childhood with the strength of faith and family, and offers inspiration and hope. In addition, he provides 50 practical DYI instructions (30 of which will be unique to the book), illustrated with helpful line drawings.
Daddys Naughtiest Girls The pages of this book contain very detailed descriptions of sex acts and fantasies, including Age Play, ABDL, DDLG, CGLG. Despite the physical descriptions of some of the story's participants, all of the characters are consenting adults. All the people depicted are over eighteen years old and not directly related. All the characters, settings and places are completely fictitious; any resemblance to real people, places or places is purely coincidental. EXTRACT. He went straight up the stairs to one of the guest rooms, the one that contained all the toys. He had had it designed and renovated by a famous underground designer of BDSM torture chambers. When Scott approached the designer and told him what he wanted, the man jumped at the chance. He had never done a room for a little while and when given a budget three times the amount of any dungeon he had built, he had gone to town. The room was huge. There were all the female toys known to man, there were retro dolls, soft toys. a white four poster bed fit for any little princess. There were story books and coloring books, two whole shelves, colored pencils, crayons and paints. Each bedding and drapery piece had ruffles and lace. A rocking horse, a swing, hoops and skipping ropes. He swept the room with a quick glance and closed the door. The room was a bit messy proof that someone had played in there, but not a complete bomb site, certainly not messy enough to warrant disciplinary action. Back at the foot of the stairs he wondered to himself how he had done 'and heard the noise from the movie theater before. He went in that direction and as he turned the corner he could see the back of her head, eclipsed by the cinema style seat, the movie was projected on the wall beyond her, an old classic cartoon fairy tale. He coughed loud enough to be heard over the music. She bounced off the chair and turned around, almost unable to contain herself, she screamed and ran towards him, arms in the air, her blonde pigtails waving. ”Daddy!” She cried. She was about to throw herself into his arms but he straightened up, straightened his back and crossed his hands on his chest. She stopped dead, for a moment she was confused but her misdeed returned to him and she lowered her head. head, though she hoped it wasn't that. She had hidden the packaging in the large bin outside. He leaned around her, over the chair and muted the sound in the cinema, then stood up to- above her. ”Tell me what's the rule about eating chocolate between meals?” He said his voice was as harsh as his back was straight. “No chocolate or candy between meals. "She told him back, her hands twisting and waving in front of her. "So, do you have something to tell me? " He said. “Nooo…” She said in a low voice,tilting her head forward a little. “Are you sure? He asked after a short pause, she shook her head. She was sure she could bluff but he had other ideas. He reached out ..
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • In Danielle Steel’s riveting novel, three women raised by their father on a sprawling California ranch now confront difficult truths about their past. Decades ago, after the death of his wife, Texas ranch hand JT Tucker took his three small daughters to California to start a new life. With almost no money, a will of iron, and hard work, he eventually built the biggest ranch in California. But when he dies suddenly at the age of sixty-four, the ranch is inherited by his three daughters—each of them finding it impossible to believe that this larger-than-life figure is gone from their lives. JT’s relationship with each daughter was entirely different. Caroline, the youngest and most reserved, was overlooked by her father for her entire life and fled to become a wife, mother, and writer in Marin County. Gemma, his declared favorite, sought out Hollywood glamour and success and became a major television star. Kate, the eldest, stayed at home with her father to do his bidding as a ranch hand, without thanks or praise, forsaking marriage and a family of her own for the love of him. Now, upon JT’s death, the paper trail he leaves behind begins to reveal much more than the three sisters ever guessed about who he really was. It will turn their world upside down, and each of them must grapple with a new reality, strengthening their relationships with one another, and discovering who they are now as grown women, in spite of him. Set against the magnificent backdrop of the West and the drama of a family in turmoil, Daddy’s Girls is the story of three remarkable women and their unique bond to each other—the daughters of a complex, many-faceted, domineering father who left his mark on each of them.
Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can. In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places. A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend's terror preparations. A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog’s electric collar. Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship. A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories. In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read.
