Dezo Hoffmann Boeken

Master the art of pretty—and delicious—pasta!Danny Freeman loves pasta. In Danny Loves Pasta , he teaches you how to make your own colorful and creative fresh pasta, unlike anything you can find at the store.With no special equipment needed, you can take simple ingredients like flour, eggs, beets, and spinach, and turn them into vibrant works of delicious pasta art in every color of the rainbow. This book Choose your dough, pattern, shape, and filling, then pair your creations with the perfect sauce for a delicious meal any day of the week. The pastabilities are endless!

Help kids ages 3 to 5 start reading with simple stories and sight wordsHelp your little one learn to read thanks to 50 essential sight words. From "up" and "down" to "could" and "it," these simple and enjoyable illustrated stories help kids recognize words in sentences and understand their meaning. There's even a pair of fun activities after every story to further reinforce what they've learned!Get your young reader learning sight words Kids will learn to read faster and easier—and have more fun—with this sight words storybook.

Mad Libs is the world’s greatest word game and the perfect gift for anyone who likes to laugh! Write in the missing words on each page to create your own hilariously funny stories about newlyweds! I never expected marriage to feel so ADJECTIVE! With 21 “fill-in-the-blank” stories about how to organize the dishwasher, honeymoons gone wrong, and in-laws you can't get rid of, Just Married Mad Libs has something for newlyweds everywhere! Play alone, in a group, or at the altar! Mad Libs are a fun family activity recommended for ages 18 to NUMBER. Just Married Mad Libs includes: - Silly stories: 21 "fill-in-the-blank" stories all about newlyweds! - Fun with Friends: each story is a chance for friends to work together to create unique stories!

Poor Your Soul—moving, wise, and passionately written—is a beautiful reflection on sexuality, free will, and the fierce bonds of family. At twenty-eight, Mira Ptacin discovered she was pregnant. Though it was unplanned, she embraced the idea of starting a family and became engaged to Andrew, the father. Five months later, an ultrasound revealed that her child would be born with a constellation of birth defects and no chance of survival outside the womb. Mira was given three options: terminate the pregnancy, induce early delivery, or wait and inevitably miscarry. Mira’s story is paired with that of her mother, who emigrated from Poland to the United States, and who also experienced grievous loss when her only son was killed by a drunk driver. These deftly interwoven stories offer a picture of mother and daughter finding strength in themselves and each other in the face of tragedy.

In my role a Wally, I would gather facts and information that only an insider with my connections could possibly access. There was an inherent danger to that. The regime was always on the lookout for spies, and when the United States took action on the information I would be providing, a red flag would surely go up among the Revolutionary Guards. How long could this go before they traced the leaks to me?As Reza, a member of the elite Guards, my role was to look and act the part of a devout Muslim enforcing all the new rules laid down by the mullahs. A full black beard was a mandatory accessory to the Guard's uniform, and I sported one along with every other member of the Guards. The image of a Scowling black-bearded Guard in uniform mustered fear and garnered respect. Playing the part of a zealot did not come naturally to me, and there were times I had to do thing I dreaded: cautioning young girls to cover up, barking at kids for not displaying proper Islamic behavior, taking on the persona of a fanatic. Back in Iran now, I knew I would have to try to convince myself that doing these things allowed me to maintain my role—and maintaining my role allowed me to contribute to the downfall of the organization to which I so fervently imitated allegiance.

Just what is a politically incorrect wife? She is a woman who is married to her husband and not to popular American culture. The politically incorrect wife does not buy into the stifling modern-day thinking that says, "Look out for number one. Treat your husband no better than he treats you." Instead, she cultivates a joyful marriage using transformational spiritual principles. As formerly politically correct wives with miserable marriages, popular speakers and authors Nancy Cobb and Connie Grigsby lead readers confidently beyond the picket lines of the politically correct -- into a warm, rewarding marriage.

Presented from the point of view of the author from age seven to fifteen, tells of life in rural China, her trip from China to the United States with her family beginning in 1933, and the joys and sorrows of her family's pursuit of the American Dream.

Dead in a matter of pages! No self-respecting narrator would dare call such a story a novel, but the narrator of this novel has no self-respect, and his story doesn’t end with death. Absurdity of the highest order follows him down to hell, leaving death the least of his worries.Unable to sleep, and with a blue-and-green-eyed beauty dragging him ever forward through the horde of assorted horrors that stand between him and the only slice of normalcy left untouched, our narrator has his work cut out for him; as do we, the unsuspecting yet equally guilty masses swept along for the ride in the darkness beneath his hood, and the darker, deeper, and more terrifying truth lying therein.In turns hilarious and horrifying, self-reflective and self-reproachful, Keeping the Stars Awake is author Matthew J. McKee’s invitation into a mirror world much like our own, asking, are we all just coming home to lose?

There are some girls who have everything... She has the right clothes, the right friends, and the right last name, but fifteen-year-old Maddie Crane sometimes feels like an outsider in her clique in the wealthy, seaside town of Hawthorne, Massachusetts. And when her gorgeous, eccentric cousin Cordelia LeClaire moves to town, Maddie is drawn toward her ethereal, magical spirit and teeters even more toward the edge of her friends' tightly-knit circle... Then there are the jealous ones... Kate Endicott and the Sisters of Misery--a secret clique of the most popular, powerful girls in school--are less than thrilled by Cordelia's arrival. When Kate's on-again, off-again boyfriend Trevor takes an interest in Cordelia, the Sisters of Misery become determined to make her pay... Now Maddie must choose between the allure and power of the Sisters of Misery and her loyalty to her beloved cousin. But she'll have to give up on ever fitting in and accept the disturbing truth about the town, her friends, her mysterious cousin, and even herself as she faces the terrifying wrath of the Sisters of Misery...

Small-town quilters look for a killer's pattern in this delightful new series by the national bestselling author of the Seaside Knitters mysteries . . . On her morning jog, Portia Paltrow comes upon the dead body of antiques store owner and college professor Owen Hill, sprawled across the back doorstep of Selma Parker's fabric and quilt shop on Elderberry Road. The site of their Saturday morning quilting bee just became a crime scene. Violent crime is rare in the charming village of Crestwood, Kansas, and rumors are soon circulating of a burglary gone wrong. But who would rob a quilt shop? No, Owen Hill has been murdered. Selma and her assistant manager Susan are understandably at loose ends over the crime. So while the tightly knit covey of quilters—who range from a new mother to a wise octogenarian—work together on a Crystal Pattern quilt for Selma's store's anniversary, they also get busy stitching together a patchwork of clues. But they'd better work fast—before a crafty killer bolts . . . Previously titled Murders on Elderberry Road Praise for Sally Goldenbaum’s Mysteries “Goldenbaum’s Queen Bee quilters charm and delight. I hope these intriguing women will continue to quilt—and solve crimes!” —Carolyn Hart “A perfect cozy mystery.” —Nancy Pickard