No Regrets. Stupid name for a signature cocktail. Brears had found the recipe online, this tequila-Baileys thing.
When Pearly was in a north-facing upstairs bedroom, he saw through the window a woman come briskly to the neighbour’s back door, which opened without the need for her to pause on entry.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid world to expand in April 2019 with new book: DIARY OF AN AWESOME FRIENDLY KID
The call comes at 3 a.m. The jagged ring of the bedside telephone tearing a hole in our sleep. I reach out a hand to silence it.
Red and yellow leaves drift down through the sunlight on to the wet asphalt, which cuts through the woods like a dark and glassy river.
Jean Farmer took the call, and regretted instantly that she’d been the one to pick up the phone.
The three boys bounded through the grass towards the forest, a spray of panicky hoppers glimmering around them, while John Henry recited the passage from Scouting for Boys that approved the adventure.
“You have four kinds of sparkling water,” Mia reports from the depths of our refrigerator.
As an island nation, Aotearoa New Zealand has borders which are both clearly defined and highly permeable.
To get to the tiny village of Kittredge, Colorado, which for five days in 1987 became the unlikely center of the political solar system, you have to take the interstate about ten miles west of Denver
Even the most perfect life can shatter in seconds, and Brook Connor’s nightmare began approximately two minutes after she walked through her front door.
Twenty-one minutes before the ambush, Harrison Tucker is lying on his stomach on a king-size bed in an Atlanta hotel room
There was once an inn that sat peacefully on the bank of the Thames at Radcot, a long day’s walk from the source.
So, you’ve finished reading Up the Duff: The Real Guide to Pregnancy, and now you’ve thrown it at the wall and you’re shouting ‘Yes, but what do I do now the bloody baby has arrived, you dreadful slattern?!’
From Tatapouri, we made our way into Gisborne and slowly adapted to things like traffic lights and – well – traffic!
