Books published by publisher D. H. Lawrence

"Women in Love" begins one blossoming spring day in England and ends with a terrible catastrophe in the snow of the Alps. Ursula and Gudrun are very different sisters who become entangled with two friends, Rupert and Gerald, who live in their hometown. The bonds between the couples quickly become intense and passionate, but whether this passion is creative or destructive is unclear. In this astonishing novel, widely considered to be D. H. Lawrence's best work, he explores what it means to be human in an age of conflict and confusion.

Women in Love is widely regarded as D. H. Lawrence’s greatest novel. The novel continues where ‘The Rainbow’ left off with the third generation of Brangwens: Ursula Brangwen, now a teacher at Beldover, a mining town in the Midlands, and her sister Gudrun, who has returned from art school in London. The focus of the novel is primarily on their relationships, Ursula’s with Rupert Birkin, a school inspector, and Gudrun’s with Gerald Crich, an industrialist.

Bob Brown The Mischievous Little Hamster is, you guessed it... A mischievous little hamster that gets up to lots of mischief at night when everyone else in the house is fast asleep. When his owners (mom, dad and their two young daughters) wake in the morning, they are confused and presented with nothing more than a bunch of clues, that have them imagining what Bob Brown might have got up to that night.Throughout the book there are beautiful illustration that accompany a fun and adventurous story that I'm sure both you and your child will enjoy reading!

This is the tale of the ghost in the machine. The ghost is the troubled spirit of Margaret that has haunted the drowned city of Wickwich for over 700 years; the machine is a computer. The ghost becomes attached to Jan when she discovers Margaret's ring. The computer belongs to Hal, Jan's cousin.According to ancient legend the drowned city rises up from beneath the waves in spectral form on the anniversary of its being washed away by a violent storm in 1286. When Jan and Hal embark upon realising this legend in the virtual world of computers they unwittingly trigger a chain of supernatural twists and turns that lead inexorably to the culmination of a 700-year-old curse – with fearful consequences.

We are all told that it is better to give than to receive, but what does that really mean to a child in the cheerful hustle and bustle surrounding the Christmas Holiday? We shop, buy, and wrap presents for everyone we will be celebrating the Holiday with, and that joyous activity can completely overwhelm the true spirit of Christmas. In The Very Special Wreath you follow the adventures of a child on Christmas Eve as she buys her mother a very beautiful present but never quite makes it home with the same gift she purchased only hours before. The transformation of her very special wreath is a heartwarming story that celebrates the spirit of charity to others in very real terms. Richly illustrated with a story we all can enjoy, this book will become a family classic and will be read and reread for many Christmases to come.

Cooking For My Family is a collection of Italian recipes from my Mother's Hoboken Kitchen. The recipes are "ethnic, earthy, easy and Italian". All recipes have been researched, developed and tested and contain recipes from the region of Apulia in Italy. This book was written as a tribute to my Mom and my hope is that you enjoy her recipes as much as she enjoyed Cooking For Her Family. Sample recipes: Pasta Con Sarda, Cannoli's, Pizza Gran, Zuppa de Pesche, Tarrade, Marinara Sauce, Homemade Pasta and more....

I stood watching the shadowy fish slide through the gloom of the millpond. They were grey, descendants of the silvery things that had darted away from the monks, in the young days when the valley was lusty. The whole place was gathered in the musing of old age. The thick-piled trees on the far shore were too dark and sober to dally with the sun; the weeds stood crowded and motionless. Not even a little wind flickered the willows of the islets. The water lay softly, intensely still. Only the thin stream falling through the millrace murmured to itself of the tumult of life which had once quickened the valley. I was almost startled into the water from my perch on the alder roots by a voice saying: "Well, what is there to look at?" My friend was a young farmer, stoutly built, brown-eyed, with a naturally fair skin burned dark and freckled in patches. He laughed, seeing me start, and looked down at me with lazy curiosity.