Jb's out of town so the ladies are having a Sale! This Wednesday thru Sunday (June 22 - June 26 if you want to get technical) buy one $5 hardback and get a second one for free! We have a whole cart in the front of the shop full of them - plus another 300 scattered around on our shelves! So come on in and find something wonderful!
For those of you who are out of town wanting to take advantage of this sale - just email us a list of books you are looking for and we will see if there are any on sale! (don't forget you will have to pay shipping on them)
Hollywood’s favorite burglar, Junior Bender, is back for the most Christmas-y heist in burglar history!
It’s December 20th, and the Edgerton Mall isn’t exactly full of holiday cheer, despite its two Santas. The mall is a fossil of an industry in decline; many of its stores are closed, and to make matters worse, there is a rampant shoplifting problem.
Enter burglar Junior Bender, the unwilling fixer for the City of Angels’ various underworld bosses. The murderous Russian gangster who owns the mall makes Junior look into the shoplifting problem for him. But Junior’s operation doesn’t go well: Within two days, two people are dead. It’s obvious that shoplifting is the least of Junior’s problems. Meanwhile, he must confront his own deep-seated melancholy at the very notion of Christmas—both present and past.
"Someone's been slayed If contractor Shannon Hammer can't nail the real culprit in the St. Nick of time, her dad will wind up in the clink..."
Even at Christmastime, Shannon is more spackle than sparkle, which is why she leaps at the chance to transform a grand old Victorian mansion into ten charming apartments for homeless families. Filled with the spirit of the season, all of Lighthouse Cove turns out to help her best friends, her beau Mac and his niece, a troupe of far-from-angelic Santa Claus impersonators, and her father, Jack.
But their merriment is soon dashed by a heated scuffle between Jack and the miserly president of the bank who's backing the project. When the man is murdered, all eyes are on Jack, and visions of prison time dance in Shannon's head. Now, she needs to pull off a crime-solving miracle, before her father's Christmas goose is cooked
The History of the SAS, Britain's Secret Special Forces Unit That Sabotaged the Nazis and Changed the Nature of War
(Wow! That's a mouthful!)
Britain's Special Air Service or SAS was the brainchild of David Stirling, a young, gadabout aristocrat whose aimlessness in early life belied a remarkable strategic mind. Where most of his colleagues looked at a battlefield map of World War II's African theater and saw a protracted struggle with Rommel's desert forces, Stirling saw an opportunity: given a small number of elite, well-trained men, he could parachute behind enemy lines and sabotage their airplanes and war material.
Paired with his constitutional opposite, the disciplined martinet Jock Lewes, Stirling assembled a revolutionary fighting force that would upend not just the balance of the war, but the nature of combat itself. He faced no little resistance from those who found his tactics ungentlemanly or beyond the pale, but in the SAS's remarkable exploits facing the Nazis in the Africa and then on the Continent can be found the seeds of nearly all special forces units that would follow.
Bringing his keen eye for psychological detail to a riveting wartime narrative, Ben Macintyre uses his unprecedented access to SAS archives to shine a light inside a legendary unit long shrouded in secrecy. The result is not just a tremendous war story, but a fascinating group portrait of men of whom history and country asked the most.
The undisputed master of the espionage genre—one of our greatest living writers—tells his life story for the first time.
"Out of the secret world I once knew, I have tried to make a theatre for the larger worlds we inhabit. First comes the imagining, then the search for reality. Then back to the imagining, and to the desk where I'm sitting now."
From his years serving in British Intelligence during the Cold War, to a career as a writer that took him from war-torn Cambodia to Beirut on the cusp of the 1982 Israeli invasion to Russia before and after the collapse of the Berlin Wall, le Carrehas always written from the heart of modern times.In this, his first memoir, le Carre is as funny as he is incisive, reading into the events he witnesses the same moral ambiguity with which he imbues his novels.
Whether he's writing about the parrot at a Beirut hotel that could perfectly mimic machine gun fire or the opening bars of Beethoven's Fifth, visiting Rwanda's museums of the unburied dead in the aftermath of the genocide, celebrating New Year's Eve 1982 with Yasser Arafat and his high command, interviewing a German woman terrorist in her desert prison in the Negev, listening to the wisdoms of the great physicist, dissident, and Nobel Prize winner Andrei Sakharov, meeting with two former heads of the KGB, watching Alec Guinness prepare for his role as George Smiley in the legendary BBC TV adaptations, or describing the female aid worker who inspired the main character in"The Constant Gardener," le Carre endows each happening with vividness and humor, now making us laugh out loud, now inviting us to think anew about events and people we believed we understood.
Best of all, le Carre gives us a glimpse of a writer's journey over more than six decades, and his own hunt for the human spark that has given so much life and heart to his fictional characters.
The nun was dead. Her body lay on the lawn outside Gracie Mansion, the home of New York City’s mayor, and it wasn’t alone. There were four of them altogether. They’d been killed at different times, in different places, and dumped there. There should have been five—but the boy was missing.
Jonah Quill, blind since birth, sat in a car driven by a killer and wondered where they were going. Though he was blind, Jonah saw more than most people did. It was his secret, and he was counting on that to save his life.
Detective Kathy Mallory was counting on herself to save his life. It took her a while to realize that the missing-person case she was pursuing was so intimately connected to the massacre on the mayor’s lawn. But there was something about the boy she was searching for that reminded her of herself, all those years ago, when she was an orphan adrift in a world over which she had little control and determined never to let that happen again.
She would find him—she just hoped it’d be in time.