Nayelly C

Mmm...Yo sólo sé que mi abuela está loca. Ah, y que tiene la culpa de todo. Sí, ¡de todo! Siempre hay alguien culpable de que a uno le guste eso que tanto le gusta, o de que no le guste eso que nunca le ha gustado. El caso es que entre su peinado de Darth Vader, su obsesión de ganarse trofeos por los poemas que escribe y esa manía burlona de recitar versos a todo pulmón cuando bajo del autobús escolar, entre risotadas y con cara de trágame tierra (y todo para obligarme a entrar rápido a su casa), yo me estoy volviendo loco también.

Newlyweds Tricia and Ethan are searching for the house of their dreams. But when they visit the remote manor that once belonged to Dr. Adrienne Hale, a renowned psychiatrist who vanished without a trace four years earlier, a violent winter storm traps them at the estate… with no chance of escape until the blizzard comes to an end. In search of a book to keep her entertained until the snow abates, Tricia happens upon a secret room. One that contains audio transcripts from every single patient Dr. Hale has ever interviewed.

Este libro forma parte del largo recorrido periodístico de Anabel Hernández dentro del complejo mundo del crimen organizado en México, así como de su incesante búsqueda por entender los diversos componentes de los cárteles de la droga, los cuales tienen sumida a la nación desde hace décadas en una espiral de violencia en la que todos los días son explotadas, desaparecidas o asesinadas decenas de personas inocentes, muchas de ellas del sexo femenino.

When Penny Dahl calls the Finders Keepers detective agency, hoping for help locating her missing daughter, Holly Gibney is reluctant to accept the case. Her partner, Pete, has Covid. Her (very complicated) mother has just passed away. And Holly is meant to be on leave. But something in Penny’s desperate voice makes it impossible to turn her down. Meanwhile, mere blocks from where Bonnie Dahl disappeared live Professors Rodney and Emily Harris. But they are also harboring a shocking, unholy secret.

Jennette McCurdy was six years old when she had her first acting audition. Her mother’s dream was for her only daughter to become a star, and Jennette would do anything to make her mother happy. So she went along with what Mom called “calorie restriction." She endured extensive at-home makeovers while Mom chided, “Your eyelashes are invisible, okay? You think Dakota Fanning doesn’t tint hers?” She was even showered by Mom until age sixteen while sharing her diaries, email, and all her income. In I’m Glad My Mom Died, Jennette recounts all this in unflinching detail.

Alicia Berenson’s life is seemingly perfect. A famous painter married to an in-demand fashion photographer, she lives in a grand house with big windows overlooking a park in one of London’s most desirable areas. One evening, her husband, Gabriel, returns home late from a fashion shoot, and Alicia shoots him five times in the face and then never speaks another word. Alicia’s refusal to talk, or give any kind of explanation, turns a domestic tragedy into something far grander, a mystery that captures the public imagination and casts Alicia into notoriety.