Books with author James Agee

Salem, Massachusetts was home to one of the most infamous periods in American History. False witches were burned at the stake while actual witches stood by and watched in revery. The flames scratched the skies with horrendous height as the heart of man darkened. At least that’s how the story goes. Sparrow is a teen who loves everything vintage. Jason is her best friend who relies on their friendship as a steady constant in his life. They are both eager to graduate high school and leave their old lives behind for something greater. However, neither of them could have predicted that they would find themselves in Salem, MA during one of the world’s most controversial time periods. This is a story about discovering oneself and finding out what truly matters in life.

Winner of the 1958 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction Decades after its original publication, James Agee's last novel seems, more than ever, an American classic. For in his lyrical, sorrowful account of a man's death and its impact on his family, Agee painstakingly created a small world of domestic happiness and then showed how quickly and casually it could be destroyed. On a sultry summer night in 1915, Jay Follet leaves his house in Knoxville, Tennessee, to tend to his father, whom he believes is dying. The summons turns out to be a false alarm, but on his way back to his family, Jay has a car accident and is killed instantly. Dancing back and forth in time and braiding the viewpoints of Jay's wife, brother, and young son, Rufus, Agee creates an overwhelmingly powerful novel of innocence, tenderness, and loss that should be read aloud for the sheer music of its prose.

Barry is a banana who loves playing anything as long as it's dirty. Catching frogs, climbing trees, jumping in mud puddles. The dirty the better! The trouble is, Barry hates baths even more. He hates them so much in fact, he decides baths are the WORST, and he's never going to take another one. Ever. Again.What is a poor banana family to do when Barry get so dirty and RIPE that no one can stand to be around him (other than the fruit flies)?If your own kids struggle with bath time, then this book is for you ... and your own stinky little bananas.BONUS! Get a board game when you sign up for my mailing list. Check out the link on the last page.

[This is the MP3CD audiobook format.] Winner of the 1958 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction Decades after its original publication, James Agee's last novel seems, more than ever, an American classic. For in his lyrical, sorrowful account of a man's death and its impact on his family, Agee painstakingly created a small world of domestic happiness and then showed how quickly and casually it could be destroyed. On a sultry summer night in 1915, Jay Follet leaves his house in Knoxville, Tennessee, to tend to his father, whom he believes is dying. The summons turns out to be a false alarm, but on his way back to his family, Jay has a car accident and is killed instantly. Dancing back and forth in time and braiding the viewpoints of Jay's wife, brother, and young son, Rufus, Agee creates an overwhelmingly powerful novel of innocence, tenderness, and loss that should be read aloud for the sheer music of its prose.

Winner of the 1958 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction Decades after its original publication, James Agee's last novel seems, more than ever, an American classic. For in his lyrical, sorrowful account of a man's death and its impact on his family, Agee painstakingly created a small world of domestic happiness and then showed how quickly and casually it could be destroyed. On a sultry summer night in 1915, Jay Follet leaves his house in Knoxville, Tennessee, to tend to his father, whom he believes is dying. The summons turns out to be a false alarm, but on his way back to his family, Jay has a car accident and is killed instantly. Dancing back and forth in time and braiding the viewpoints of Jay's wife, brother, and young son, Rufus, Agee creates an overwhelmingly powerful novel of innocence, tenderness, and loss that should be read aloud for the sheer music of its prose.