Only the force of a hurricane could reveal the deepest currents of their ordinary lives.When the tourist ship Malekula arrives at a tropic island in the the Pacific the crushing heat and the looming hurricane intensify the hostilities and frustrations of the egocentric people on board. And when the hurricane bursts on the island the havoc it brings is less perhaps than the personal storms of man and wife, of spinster friends, of man and mistress, of erring priest.Gerald Seabrook's pointless womanising achieves a finality of irritation for his suffering wife; elderly Miss Paradise drives her life-long friend, Miss Trumper, to make a fatal pilgrimage; the agent Stevenson sees the failure of his dream of love with his mistress; and the priest, Father Lake, explodes his own petty vices and his spiritual impotence. Their moments of truth are brilliantly illuminated as the story moves to its climax in the hurricane and its aftermath.A sensitive and unsentimental... Views: 8
Time and again, Emily-- Em-- Hansen uses her geological training and her unflinching scientist's eye to sniff out a killer. Now in her newest case, Em heads to Utah for a paleontology conference and ends up embroiled in murder when her host, a notorious dinosaur expert, ends up dead, stabbed with a dinosaur bone. The high-stakes world of dinosaur study and research, coupled with the secrets of a conservative sect of Mormonism, provide the suspects and Em, if she isn't buried like so many fossils by a determined killer, is forced to provide the solution. Views: 8
SHE AWOKE IN THE WRONG BODY, BUT IN THE ARMS OF THE RIGHT MAN …
In Until I Die Again, Chris Copestakes died in a terrible car wreck and woke up in the body of beautiful, selfish Hallie DiBarto, the wife of a wealthy California resort owner. But what happened to Hallie’s soul?
SURE, SHE’D MADE MISTAKES, BUT THIS WAS TAKING ATONEMENT WAY TOO FAR …
On the brink of a bitter divorce when she was struck by a cerebral hemorrhage, Hallie died, only to discover her life wasn’t over. Like Chris, she was given a second chance and reawakened as Marti West, a quiet but calculating waitress in a Florida hick town. Even worse for the former party girl, she’s carrying the child of Jesse West, the Southern stranger Marti tricked into marriage.
All Hallie wants, or so she thinks, is to return to California. But she can’t resist her racecar driver husband’s one request: stay until she has his baby. Soon, she’s having a harder time resisting her newfound feelings for her sexy country-music-loving husband, as well as his warm, tight-knit family. As she struggles to adjust to her new life and conflicting feelings, Hallie is finds herself in a race of her own: to uncover the truth behind a savage attack before the assailant—who meant to kill Marti—returns to finish the job.
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Ten, nine, eight, seven...Winter's Heart by Jillian HartShelby Craig comes to Snow Falls for a First Night job, but secretly hopes it will be a respite from her grief and a haven for her two young kids. A sympathetic cop becomes the determined widow's staunchest ally--though helping her may break his heart.Six, five, four...Snowbound at New Year by Margaret DaleyThis was supposed to be a done deal! Children's book author Ellie Summers came to the festival to meet her new illustrator. She didn't expect him to turn down her proposal. And then to find the obstinate man so charming... Is it wrong to hope his matchmaking twin daughters succeed?Three, two, one...A Kiss at Midnight by Brenda MintonPride is a hard thing to swallow, but Jolie Godwin does her best to ignore her grievances with Jake Wild this... Views: 8
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Finding a special place where you can be at peace is difficult—but holding onto it is even harderThe last three years of Robin Williams's life have been very difficult. She's had to move with her large, poor family multiple times as her father seeks jobs as a migrant worker. Now, her father has a new job at the McCurdy Ranch and Robin often wanders off in order to cope with the constant change and difficulty surrounding her.Near the McCurdy Ranch is the Palmeras House, an old abandoned house that Robin is told repeatedly not to explore. However, with a little help, she finds herself inside the building, in the one place it seems she has always been looking for: the Velvet Room. This plush room is the most beautiful place she has ever seen. Robin is fascinated and enchanted, but she can't help but wonder: Why is it there?This ebook features an extended biography of Zilpha Keatley Snyder. Views: 8
When travelling cook Jenny Starling starts her new job for the aristocracy living in a genuine castle, she is thrilled. She envisions nothing more arduous than days spent preparing her beloved recipes. When a fabulous jewelled dagger, one of the castle's many art treasures, is used to murder a member of the staff and the Lady of the house insists that Jenny - quite literally - helps the police with their enquiries, it seems as if the reluctant sleuth must once again discover the identity of the killer amongst them. But how was it done, when the murder was committed in front of several impeccable witnesses - none of whom saw a thing? Views: 8
The Amish are peaceful, law-abiding people. They do not hold grudges and do not seek vengeance. Their strong belief in God prevents them from fighting or placing a lot of value on money or self-importance. Charity and Adam are a unique young couple. They married first out of duty to their families and then became so much in love that the entire Amish community admired and acknowledged them. Charity is opinionated and outspoken. Unlike the passive Amish women, Charity speaks her mind and stands firmly for what she believes. She sometimes upsets the church leaders but everyone knows she is a strong Christian and a faithful Amish. Her strong fortitude is called upon through horrors that happen to her family and to the Amish community. One of the "town boys" is found dead in an Amish barn. Who killed him and why was he placed in an Amish barn? Views: 8
Anna Carter is on the brink of her dream Christmas wedding, she’s got the dress sorted, the church books, even the reindeer to pull her in a sleigh to the ceremony. But now - only two weeks before her big day - her perfect husband-to-be drops a bombshell… Only nothing’s going to stop Anna’s plans - not even the pesky inconvenience of discovering her groom already has a wife! Views: 8
NOTE: THIS IS BOOK TWO OF A CONTINUING
SERIES Thais Mousa, a muse with the voice of an angel and the heart of a
woman, is called from the security of her home-world to serve Aramis, an ancient
God of the Wheel of Time. After pulling Thais from the sea when she is
thrown violently into his world, Aramis immediately finds himself driven to
possess this fallen creature, a demanding need that controls him in a way that
even he does not understand. With fevered urgency he bonds her to him,
introducing her to a world of sensual pleasures that will take her beyond the
thresholds of womanhood and into the waiting arms of a God who hungers for her
with a relentless, consuming need. But there is another who hungers for
Thais as well, and her poisoned barbs pierce deep.Blackmailed by
Melisande, bonded mate to Aramis' brother Hippolyte, Thais is taken to the realm
of Propolos where he and Melisande rule. Hippolyte, a darkly sensual God whose
pale good looks are both disarming and traitorous to the decaying blackness of
his soul, finds himself equally drawn to the woman-child who sings to beast
within and eagerly takes her for his own.Blinded by a rage that shakes
the very foundations of the Heaven's themselves when he believes Thais has gone
to Propolos of her own free will, Aramis gives into his grief and prepares his
soul to return to the sands of the Creator. He waits eagerly for death as his
realm begins to crumble and his people fall ill, watching helplessly as his
Mother's curse comes to claim them all. It seems all hope is lost when
Dominic, Aramis' most devoted and beloved Priest, discovers the truth behind
Melisande's lies. With the help of Vardra, his recently bonded soul-mate,
Dominic begins a desperate race against time. He and Vardra must find a way to
defeat Melisande and bring Thais home, before the God he loves is taken from the
world, and the light of all creation with him.**WARNING** Adult content,
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Two weeks after saying farewell to her first foster child, Casey is asked to look after Sophia, a troubled 12-year-old with a sad past. Sophia’s actions are disturbing and provocative and, before long, Casey and her family find themselves in a dark and dangerous situation, leading Casey to question whether she is really cut out for foster care.Two years ago Sophia’s mother had a terrible accident. Sophia has been in care ever since.Right away, Casey feels something isn’t right. Sophia’s a well-developed girl, who looks more like 18 than 12. She only seems to have eyes and ears for men, and treats all women with contempt and disgust. And she has everyone around her jumping through hoops.Over time, as more details begin to emerge about Sophia’s past, it becomes clear that her behaviour is a front for an early life filled with pain and suffering. But although Casey feels she is gradually breaking through to Sophia and getting her to open up about things she has never spoken about before, her violence is threatening the safety of the whole family, forcing Casey to question whether she can really handle this lost and damaged girl.Both shocking and inspiring, this true story will shed new light on the extreme and sometimes dangerous nature of foster care. Views: 8
Single Girl and the sheikh!Fiercely independent Carmen O'Shannessy's in serious trouble. Becoming temporary midwife to Zandorran royalty solves her financial woes, but working alongside sinfully gorgeous prince Zafar plays havoc with her resolute singledom! And when her dreams of Arabian nights with her enigmatic new boss come true, Carmen doubts her heart will ever recover from having to kiss this sheikh goodbye.... Views: 8
He has found his destiny. But to claim the throne of Azmahar, Rashid Aal Munsoori needs Laylah Aal Shalaan. Seducing her into marriage will defeat his rivals—and if she becomes pregnant with his heir, his hold on his homeland will be complete.Laylah has always secretly loved Rashid. Her sexy sheikh might be scarred inside and out, but that only makes her love him more…until she discovers his true motives. She may never again trust her lover, but how can she walk away from the father of her unborn child—a baby destined to ally their two desert kingdoms forever?About the AuthorUSA TODAY Bestselling author Olivia Gates has published over thirty books in contemporary, action/adventure and paranormal romance. She currently writes exotic, passionate modern-day fairytales for Harlequin Desire and dark, erotic paranormals for Harlequin Nocturne. She loves to hear from readers at [email protected] and connect with them on Facebook facebook.com/oliviagatesauthor, Twitter @Oliviagates. For her latest news visit oliviagates.com and oliviagates.blogspot.com/ Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Laylah Aal Shalaan felt a shiver burn down her spine.It wasn't the below-zero Chicago December evening. That would have caused ice, not fire, to shudder through her veins.This sensation had scalded through her so many times during the past few weeks, it was as if she were having hot flashes. Which would be some record at age twenty-seven. But then she held other unwelcome records. Like being the only female born to her family in forty years. Why not throw in premature menopause, too?Not that she really thought abnormal hormones were at work here. An outside influence was. One she couldn't detect when she'd tried to investigate it, though she'd been certain of its cause for some time.Someone was watching her.This felt nothing like having the security detail she'd once had breathing down her neck. Those men had never tried to hide themselves, and to hell with her personal space. Though she shouldn't have resented them. They'd been doing their job. Of course, with her safety no longer among anyone's priorities for the past two years, there were no more guards dogging her steps.Not that she thought that she needed protection. She observed normal safety protocols, like anyone who lived in Chicago did. And since she'd exiled herself from Zohayd and come to live in the Windy City, she always had.Until tonight.Usually she would go home with Mira, her business partner and roommate. But Mira had left to see her father, who had been taken to the E.R. in another state. So here she was, alone at night for the first time in more than two years, leaving the deserted building from the back exit that opened onto an equally empty back street.Not that that had anything to do with what she now felt.She'd entered the building accompanied by the sensation of being enveloped in that watchful force field. She'd stepped out only to be caught in its electrifying embrace again.Strangest part was, she didn't feel threatened by that unwavering intent. Just burning with curiosity and…excitement?She looked across the street at three parked cars. The nearest had a man slamming the hood, getting inside and driving away with the exhaust firing. The next one, also nondescript, was pulling away from the curb, too. The farthest one, a late-model Mercedes with dark windows, looked empty.Before she could decide where the influence was radiating from, the second car suddenly floored its engine.Before she could draw another breath, the car screeched to a halt beside her and its doors burst open. Four men exploded out. She'd barely taken two running steps when they swarmed her.Hulking bodies and coarse faces, distorted with vile intent, filled her vision. Blood and time thickened, hindering her heartbeat and reactions as hands sank into her flesh, each dig creating a bolt of outrage and terror.Dread exploded in her chest, fury in her skull as she lashed out with everything she had, even as shards of dialogue lodged into her brain."Iz only one, man.""Tom said there'd be two. You better not pay half now.""Iz the one we want. Ye'll get yer dough.""You said she'd fall at 'ur feet sniveling but she ain't no pushover. She almost kneed me.""An' she might've scratched m'eye out!""You quit snivelin' an' stuff 'er in the car."Each word sank a talon of realization into Laylah's brain. This wasn't a random attack. They knew her routine.No. They couldn't be the presence she'd been sensing!They dragged her closer to the car. Once they shoved her inside, it would be over.She exploded in another manic struggle, drawing blood and shouts of pain and rage until a jackhammer collided with her jaw. Agony turned her brain into shrapnel.Suddenly, through the vortex of crimson-blotched darkness, one of her attackers seemed to be sucked away as if into a black hole. He slammed into the side of the building with a sickening crunch.A second assailant turned away, but a hair-raising crack sent his blood arcing inches from her face. His terrified gaze bored into hers before his body slammed into her as if from the impact of a speeding car. He took her down with him.She struggled under his dead weight, fear pulsing through her disorientation. Who had come to her rescue? Would they turn on her once they had finished off her attackers?The body pinning her down was heaved away. She wriggled up frantically on the freezing sidewalk and saw…saw…Him.A fallen angel. Huge, dark, ominous. Frightening in his beauty, radiating power and menace. Almost impossible to bear looking at, yet equally impossible to look away from.And she knew him. She'd known him all her life.But it couldn't be him. Not only had he changed almost beyond recognition, but what would he be doing here? Now? When she'd been certain she'd never see him again?Was her jolted brain conjuring up an imaginary savior? If so, why not one of her cousins who were as well equipped to fill the role? Why him? Why Rashid Aal Munsoori?But with her senses stabilizing, no doubt remained. It was Rashid. A remote, if steady, presence in her life during her first seventeen years. The man she'd had a crush on since before she could remember.He was now facing the remaining two attackers like a monolith, his one-of-a-kind face carved from the coldness of the night, majestic head almost shaved, juggernaut body swathed in a coat that flapped around him like angry creatures from the abyss.The men recovered from their shock, charged him, snarling, slashing switchblades at him. Dread deluged her.Unfazed by her shout or their attack, Rashid maneuvered like a matador fielding raging bulls, harnessing the mindlessness of their charge against them. His arms and legs lashed out in a choreography of deadly precision, his methods merciless, flawless, as second nature as breathing was to her. He looked like an avenging demon reveling in vanquishing the loathsome quarry he lived to prey on.By the time she pulled herself to her feet, Rashid had the two men plastered against the building. One had lost consciousness. The other hung in the air, feet kicking feebly.Over the night's moaning wind, she heard rumbles issuing from Rashid. They didn't sound human.For a crazy moment, she thought they might not be. That he did have some…entity inhabiting him, one that wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than taking those men's lives.That conviction broke her paralysis. "You'll kill them!"At her choking protest he turned his head and.. jar Ruhmaan.Merciful God—what had happened to him? He barely resembled the man she'd obsessed over all her life. The eerie blankness in his eyes, the serene viciousness baring his teeth. Like a beast in killing mode.And that scar…"And?"She shuddered. His voice. It completed the impression. That some demon occupied him, had taken him over, was metamorphosing his body to suit its nature and needs, was using his voice to transmit its darkness and danger.This man who'd once been Rashid was serious in his question. He had no compunction about killing in principle, and none at all about snuffing out the lives of the thugs he'd conquered.There was no way to appeal to the mercy of this creature. He had none. Of that she was certain. She couldn't use fear of consequences, either. She was as sure he felt no fear of any sort. He seemed to feel nothing but violence and vengeance. It was as if he'd stepped in to punish the criminals, not to save her, the victim.Only appealing to his logic remained."And there's no need." She could barely form words in her frozen, constricted throat. "You've already beaten them—to a pulp. None of them will be out of intensive care anytime soon.""Putting them back together will be a gross waste of medical resources. I should spare society the cost of their continued existence." He turned his eyes to the man wriggling and whimpering in his hold. "Scum like this don't deserve to live."She ventured closer, feeling as if she was interrupting a lion's kill. "A death sentence is over the top for their crime, don't you think?"Still looking at the struggling man, Rashid said, "The ones they've committed so far, you mean. They would have probably ended up killing you—""No, man…" The man choked, terror flowing from his eyes. "We were only…goin' to hold 'er…for ransom. A bro recognized 'er for a princess…from one o' those filthy rich oil kingdoms…said we'd get.. serious dough…for 'er. We weren't going to hurt 'er… or touch 'er…" he spluttered the qualification when Rashid squeezed his throat harder. "I…swear. Danny got carried away when she hit him…and you probably killed him for it…but I didn't do anything to her…don't kill me…please…"In spite of everything, she pitied this flimsy creature in the body of a brute. He'd been reduced to blubbering in the grip of a force the likes of which he hadn't known existed.The imbalance of power should have been in their favor, four hulks versed in violence. But Rashid had overpowered them like a superior feline would a pack of rats.But it was as if he didn't even feel her there, had been debating with his inner demon the actions he should take, finding only approval from it.She had one last shot before this situation passed the point of no return. Give him, and that demon, something to appease their merciless convictions.She ventured a touch on his arm, flinched. Even through the layers of clothes, electricity arced from the steel cables he had for muscles to strike her to her toes.She swallowed a lump of agitation. "Wouldn't you rather they live to suffer the con... Views: 8
Once America’s capitalist dream town, Detroit is our country’s greatest urban failure, having fallen the longest and the farthest. But the city’s worst crisis yet (and that’s saying something) has managed to do the unthinkable: turn the end of days into a laboratory for the future. Urban planners, land speculators, neopastoral agriculturalists, and utopian environmentalists—all have been drawn to Detroit’s baroquely decaying, nothing-left-to-lose frontier.With an eye for both the darkly absurd and the radically new, Detroit-area native Mark Binelli has chronicled this convergence. Throughout the city’s “museum of neglect”—its swaths of abandoned buildings, its miles of urban prairie—he tracks both the blight and the signs of its repurposing, from the school for pregnant teenagers to a beleaguered UAW local; from metal scrappers and gun-toting vigilantes to artists reclaiming abandoned auto factories; from the organic farming on empty lots to GM’s risky wager on the Volt electric car; from firefighters forced by budget cuts to sleep in tents to the mayor’s realignment plan (the most ambitious on record) to move residents of half-empty neighborhoods into a viable, new urban center.Sharp and impassioned, Detroit City Is the Place to Be is alive with the sense of possibility that comes when a city hits rock bottom. Beyond the usual portrait of crime, poverty, and ruin, we glimpse a longshot future Detroit that is smaller, less segregated, greener, economically diverse, and better functioning—what could be the boldest reimagining of a post-industrial city in our new century. Detroit City Is the Place to Be is one of Publishers Weekly's Top 10 Best Books of 2012From BookforumMark Binelli's excellent Detroit City Is The Place To Be is ostensibly about everyone who didn't leave Detroit behind. It's a stylish, clear-eyed, subtly absurdist panorama of the contemporary city and the people who hold it together ... But even as the author focuses on the city's present and future, he also takes stock of its fraught past—a past that stubbornly resists abandonment. —Will Boisvert ReviewA New York Times Book Review Editor’s Choice“Magnificent… A crackling rebuttal to ruin porn, those glossy coffee table books that fetishize Detroit’s decay… A clear-eyed look at promising recent developments, without any saccharine optimism.”—The New York Times“First things first: Binelli can really write.... Binelli chronicles the various experiments happening inside Detroit with a winning combination of humor, skepticism and sincerity [and] also does the far more important work of squaring the repurposing and rebranding of Detroit by artists and enterpreneurs with the more fundamental reality of the place.... He is a cleareyed and soulful narrator of Detroit’s travails.”—*The New York Times Book Review*“The single best thing to read if you want to understand what Detroit feels like today.”*—San Francisco Chronicle“Binelli is excellent writer and a sensitive and careful reporter.… He does a great job of presenting the arc of Detroit’s 20th century: its rise as automotive capital of the world, its economic apex in the 1950s and its thudding diminishment.”—The Wall Street Journal“A sharply observed, insightful work of love and fury.”*—The Christian Science Monitor“I can’t think of a better work of nonfiction in 2012 than Mark Binelli’s Detroit City is the Place to Be.... Nothing has come as close to realistically documenting the wackiness of contemporary Detroit.”—*The New York Observer*“Excellent… A stylish, clear-eyed, subtly absurdist panorama... Binelli’s engrossing book captures the beauty and nobility of Detroit, and the warmth of its communal life amid hardship and chaos. Binelli also takes full measure of the bizarreness of Detroit’s predicament—which is also the bizarreness of a whole nation contemptuously disregarding its achievements.”—Bookforum“Heartbreaking… Darkly funny and prophetic.”*—Rolling Stone“Mark Binelli’s Detroit City Is the Place to Be is part history, part explanation and part profile of a city he knows intimately—he grew up in the Detroit area. Sounds complex? It is, and it should be. The city doesn’t need any more labels or quick summaries. It needs someone to put a face on Detroit, to show that it’s not rolling over and playing dead. Binelli proves he’s up to the task in this refreshing, intriguing work.”*—BookPage“Terrific… A long-overdue and hugely welcome corrective to the one-dimensional narrative of urban decay that has been spewing out of Detroit roughly since 1970… Binelli is equally skeptical of breathless hype and received wisdom, and he can also be very funny.”—TheMillions“Binelli went to Detroit and lived there. Does that sound boring? It’s not.… Binelli is a good storyteller, an entertaining historian, and an insightful commenter.”—Slate“Remember that trend of major newspapers publishing slideshows of decaying Detroit?… Detroit City Is the Place to Be doesn’t shy away from these unflattering realities, but it is a far more thoughtful exploration of what it means to be a fallen city. In a sense, it is the antithesis of those lazy slideshows… An impressive portrait of the city, balancing gumshoe research and interviews, some brisk but thorough history, and a nice dose of personal narrative.”—Grantland“As fascinating as Detroit’s current, tentative renaissance is, Binelli masterfully provides a broader story, a 300-year tour through the formerly wondrous and now wondrously devastated metropolis.... A wildly compelling biography of a city as well as a profound commentary on postindustrial America.”—Publishers Weekly *(starred review)“Binelli is a charming writer, and his periodic humorous asides and innate good nature are a welcome contrast to the darker sections.… An informative, often-heartbreaking portrait of a once-great American metropolis gone to hell.”*—Kirkus Reviews*“I like Mark Binelli’s book a lot. He covers the shrinking of Detroit, its downfall from the lofty peak as Arsenal of Democracy, with clear, expository prose and no axe to grind. A firefighter asks the author, ‘You going fiction or non-fiction?’ Binelli answers, ‘Non.’ And the reply comes back, ‘No one’s going to believe it.’ ”—Elmore Leonard“With the acuity of Joan Didion and the controlled hilarity of Ian Frazier, Mark Binelli investigates the portents and absurdities of America’s most infamous urban calamity. Exhilarating in scope, irresistible for its intricate, scrupulous portraiture, Detroit City Is the Place to Be is the masterful performance of one of our generation’s most humane and brilliant writers.”—Wells Tower, author of *Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned“Let’s face it. Detroit City is not the place to be. But if you care about America you have to see it, to walk its desolate streets, to talk to the people who make it their home, to hear what it means to live on the wrong side of the post-industrial divide. And you’re not going to find a smarter, tougher, more entertaining guide than Mark Binelli. If you give a damn you’ve got to read this book.”—Kevin Boyle, author of Arc of Justice: A Saga of Race, Civil Rights and Murder in the Jazz Age“At once hilarious and sharp, sweeping and intimate, Detroit City Is the Place to Be is an oddly delighted warning from the recent future. Mark Binelli writes with the tender scrutiny of a returning exile, in a style that manages to infuse Rolling Stone vigor with Spy wit, Baffler skepticism, and n+1 intelligence. This is a nonfiction novel about our American experiment—grand and grandiose, unprecedented and absurd—and it’s the most entertaining and persuasive book about this country I’ve read in a very long time.”—Gideon Lewis-Kraus, author of A Sense of Direction: Pilgrimage for the Restless and Hopeless“Mark Binelli has succeeded in synthesizing both the tragedy and absurdity that Detroiters face each and every day in America’s fastest shrinking city. Yes, things are dire in Motor City, but the author refuses to perform an autopsy on a place that still radiates rage, pride, hustle, and hope. Detroit, he discovers, is very much alive.”—Heidi Ewing, director of Detropia*“Before turning the buffalo (or the artists) loose on the haunted prairie that was once Detroit, we should ponder why a great American metropolis was allowed to die. Mark Binelli, Motor City native returned, provides a picaresque but unflinchingly honest look at the crime scene. Like Richard Pryor, he has the rare talent to make you laugh and cry at the same time.”—Mike Davis, author of *Ecology of Fear“Mark Binelli is a first-rate reporter, gifted with the ability to get almost anybody to open up. Detroit City Is the Place to Be is searching, wide-angle, honest, deeply moving, and unshakably dark. It is a vivid slice of our time and implies a disquieting prophecy of the future.”—Luc Sante, author of Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York“Detroit City is the Place to Be is a brilliant kaleidoscope of everything that is great, broken, inspiring, heart-breaking, and ultimately remarkable about Detroit. This is a portrait of a city unlike anything you’ve read—funny, profoundly intimate, with characters who lodge themselves into your heart and mind. Mark Binelli has turned the story of Detroit, and by extension America, into a glorious, unforgettable work of art.”—Dinaw Mengestu, author of How to Read the Air* Views: 8
