Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Who is Audrey Hoedemaker? It's a question her sister Maureen has heard more times than she can count, and she doesn't know what the short answer would be. Little sister, troubled teen, backpacker, musical theatre coach, con artist, childcare worker. Murderer. A tragic, traumatic childhood casts a long shadow on the Hoedemaker sisters. Maureen has worked hard to move beyond the violence of the past and build a good, honest life for herself. Audrey, however, just can't seem to do the same, careening from one state of chaos to another.

After the killing of a prominent mob lawyer, NYPD homicide detectives Jacob Jackson and Caitlin Grimes start receive chilling, written “rules” for how to commit the perfect murder. "Rule number one for the perfect murder: Evidence is your enemy. Leave none behind." Jackson (Reid Scott) and Grimes (Cobie Smulders) race to find the killer, setting them on a collision course with the city’s crime underbelly, and a perpetrator who seems happy to toy with them. “Rule number two. No crimes of passion. The perfect murder is always business, never pleasure.”

Kidnappers grabbed Jenna in broad daylight, right in front of her children and their horrified classmates. Her family was issued an insane ransom demand: $25 million in cash and jewels, payable by the end of the school day, otherwise they’ll never see her again. As Jenna’s mother scrambles to gather the money, detectives Mo Butler and George Ortega follow the trail of the kidnappers, which will lead them through a sordid landscape of jealous lovers, broken dreamers, and twisted schemers. But every second counts, and there’s one thing Jenna Wade doesn’t have: very much time.

Una mujer descubre accidentalmente el cadáver castrado de un joven. El cuerpo yace al fondo de un callejón, junto a unos enigmáticos versos de la poeta argentina Alejandra Pizarnik. Cuando la mujer –que se hace llamar Cristina Rivera Garza y ha leído la obra poética de Pizarnik– notifica su hallazgo a la policía, se convierte, de manera automática, en la misteriosa Informante. ¿Qué ha visto? ¿Qué cree que significan esos versos, que comienzan así: "Cuídate de mí amor mío"?

Adentrarse en la geografía de estos relatos es experimentar una variedad de los registros que sacuden al mundo, al suspenso de las desapariciones insólitas: a uno no sólo se le pierde la cabeza, sino también la mano en un descuido. Nos acercamos al encuentro de la intelectualidad universitaria y el sexo primitivo. Sentimos el vacío claustrofóbico del miedo durante un secuestro para luego quedar envueltos en la violencia y el enigma.

Todos los cuentos de Borges reunidos en un audiolibro

Poeta, ensayista y narrador, Borges es una de las figuras primordiales de la literatura universal. Ahora se reúnen en este audiolibro todos sus cuentos, uno de los legados más influyentes y deslumbrantes de la literatura occidental.

El mundo de Mariana Enriquez no tiene por qué ser el nuestro, y, sin embargo, lo termina siendo. Bastan pocas frases para pisarlo, respirarlo y no olvidarlo gracias a una viveza emocional insólita. Con la cotidianidad hecha pesadilla, el lector se despierta abatido, perturbado por historias e imágenes que jamás conseguirá sacarse de la cabeza.

"Desconcertante, lista a inquietar a la crítica, está ya en los escaparates la primera novela de Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo, que transcurre en una serie de transposiciones oníricas, ahondando más allá de la muerte de sus personajes, que uno no sabe en qué momento son sueño, vida, fábula, verdad, pero a los que se les oye la voz al través de la perspicacia despiadada y certera de tan sin duda extraordinario escritor". Con estas palabras iniciaba Edmundo Valdés la primera reseña de Pedro Páramo, aparecida el 30 de marzo de 1955 y conservada por Juan Rulfo entre sus papeles.