One woman's life begins to unravel. One family is pulled into the storm. And two children become caught between love, illness, addiction, and a system trying to decide what happens next.Dissipation: A True Story of Mental Illness, Substance Abuse and a Double Injustice is an unflinching true story of a woman named Hunter and the family who desperately tries to hold on to her as her world begins to fracture.Once vibrant, ambitious, and full of possi...

Flora Jane Thompson (5 December 1876 – 21 May 1947) was an English novelist and poet famous for her semi-autobiographical trilogy about the English countryside, Lark Rise to Candleford.In this book:Lark RiseOver to CandlefordCandleford Green

In "Still Glides the Stream," Flora Jane Thompson offers a poignant exploration of rural life in early 20th-century England. Through her evocative prose, Thompson captures the rhythms of nature and the intricate relationships within a close-knit community. The narrative unfolds with a gentle pace, reflecting the subtleties of life along the River Ouse, where the environment is both a backdrop and a character in its own right. Rich with vivid imagery and lyrical descriptions, the book exper...

In "Still Glides the Stream," Flora Jane Thompson weaves a poignant tapestry of rural life in early 20th-century England, blending rich, evocative descriptions with a lyrical prose style that mirrors the gentle flow of nature. The narrative unfolds around the lives of the farming community in the fictional countryside, exploring themes of love, loss, and the inexorable passage of time. Through Thompson's keen observations and vivid imagery, readers are immersed in the sensory experiences o...

Still Glides the Stream is Flora Jane Thompson's quietly luminous return to the vanished countryside that also nourished Lark Rise to Candleford. Set around an Oxfordshire river community, the novel traces village affections, rivalries, labor, memory, and social change with an observant realism softened by lyric pastoral feeling. Its style is measured, intimate, and exact: neither sentimental idyll nor harsh naturalism, but an elegiac record of rural England at the moment its older rhythms...

The claustrophobia of Room meets the camaraderie of Yellowjackets with a touch of Picnic at Hanging Rock in this dark, immersive, psychological thriller debut with a speculative/lite-horror edge.Christmas Eve, 1974.As Cyclone Tracy tears through Darwin, four girls disappear into the heart of the outback. No tracks. No bodies. No answers.Decades later, one returns.She claims to be one of the missing. But is...

‘I’m looking for two really trustworthy rabbits and six sensible clear-speaking frogs!’Young Anna Lacey has spent most of her life on a farm in Essex. But her first teaching position carries her to an unattractive, newly constructed suburb where she has to adjust to cramped lodgings, a skinflint landlady, overcrowded classrooms, and eccentric colleagues (‘a rum lot’). She must also adapt some of her idealistic theories of teaching to the realities of her ...

"Do you know anything about her, Richard?""Nothing except that she lives in London, is obviously well off and very impulsive. . . . She bought the house as if it were-a bun. She bought it straight off without seeing it.""She must be mad!"The arrival of novelist Kate Hardy at the lovely Dower House in Old Quinings, with her staunch ally and housekeeper Martha, has the whole village talking. But Kate is not in fact mad, merely in need of esc...

When the time comes for you to retire, Hugo, if you want a quiet life, don't settle down in the country. Bury yourself in London or any really large city, and you can live like a hermit, but avoid the outskirts of a village. I am dazed by the ceaseless whirl of activities in which almost everyone in and round Ravenskirk is involved.Sara Monteith makes an ideal correspondent for Hugo Jamieson, brother of her lost love Ivo, killed in the war before they could marry. Her neig...

"There's something . . . I mean we simply must see Miss Fortune now. She isn't in bed, is she?""No, she ain't," said Nannie grimly. "She ought to be, but she ain't, an' you shall see 'er. Ho, yes you shall! Both of you shall see 'er before you're any older."The village of Dingleford is all aquiver with the arrival of lovely young Miss Fortune with plans to open a tea house. Captain Charles Weatherby, just back from India, has "no use for bright little crea...

"Now, listen to me," said Mr. Green earnestly. "I've brought up my little girl as a girl should be brought up. I've sheltered her from the world. She's uncontaminated by the modern ideas-uncontaminated. What d'you think of that?"Young George Ferrier's frivolous jaunt in London ends with an unexpected encounter with wealthy Mr. Green, old friend of his father, who spontaneously drafts George to be a trustee for his daughter Elma. George accepts (primarily due to the payment...

Yes, her job was the loneliest in the world. No king, no dictator set high upon a pinnacle, was as friendless as the headmistress of a girls' school.Charlotte Fairlie loves her position at the illustrious St. Elizabeth's, but it's not without its challenges-first among them her trouble-making maths mistress Miss Pinkerton, who yearns for Charlotte's job and spares no effort to complicate her life. Then there's the charming Lawrence Swayne, headmaster of a nearby boys' scho...