Aimee Molloy Boeken

Een avondje weg. Een paar uurtjes maar. Wat zou er mis kunnen gaan? De angst van iedere moeder: je baby verdwijnt terwijl je er even niet bent Een groep jonge moeders komt regelmatig samen om bij te kletsen. Als ze besluiten om een keer wat te gaan drinken zonder de kinderen, vindt iedereen dat een goed idee. Alleen Winnie, de enige alleenstaande moeder van de groep, staat niet te springen. Maar uiteindelijk halen ze haar over en de dames vermaken zich opperbest. Maar dan slaat het noodlot toe: Midas, het zoontje van Winnie, wordt uit zijn wiegje gestolen. De politie lijkt er vanaf dag 1 een potje van te maken, dus de vrouwen nemen het heft zelf in handen: wat is er gebeurd en waar is de baby? Maar ook de media begint zich te bemoeien met het verdwenen kind en vooral met moeder Winnie. De vragen stapelen zich op. Wie zijn de vrouwen van deze vriendinnenclub? Welke geheimen houden ze achter? Kennen ze elkaar eigenlijk wel goed genoeg? En is de moeder wel zo onschuldig?

A handsome psychotherapist. His lonely wife. And in his home office ceiling, a vent ...You'd listen too, wouldn't you? (You know you would.)Newlyweds Sam Statler and Annie Potter are head over heels, and excited to say good-bye to New York City and start a life together in Sam's sleepy hometown upstate. Or, it turns out, a life where Annie spends most of her time alone while Sam, her therapist husband, works long hours in his downstairs office, tending to the egos of his (mostly female) clientele. Little does Sam know that through a vent in his ceiling, every word of his sessions can be heard from the room upstairs. The pharmacist's wife, contemplating a divorce. The well-known painter whose boyfriend doesn't satisfy her in bed. Who could resist listening? Everything is fine until the French girl in the green mini Cooper shows up, and Sam decides to go to work and not come home, throwing a wrench into Sam and Annie's happily ever after

In June 2009, Maziar Bahari left London to cover Iran’s presidential election, promising his pregnant fiancée, Paola, he’d return in a few days. Unbeknownst to him, he would spend the next three months in Evin Prison, enduring brutal interrogations from a man known only by his scent: Rosewater. The Bahari family has faced the harsh realities of wars and revolutions for generations; Maziar’s father was imprisoned by the shah in the 1950s, and his sister by Ayatollah Khomeini in the 1980s. Alone in his cell, Maziar draws strength from the courage of his father and sister, hearing their voices across time. He dreams of Paola in London and imagines his resilient eighty-four-year-old mother campaigning for his release. During his harrowing encounters with Rosewater, he silently repeats the names of his loved ones, seeking their strength and praying for release in time for his child's birth. This riveting memoir provides insight into seventy years of regime change in Iran, highlighting the clash between the democratic aspirations of the youth and an increasingly totalitarian government. It is a moving account of one family’s extraordinary courage in the face of repression. Now a major motion picture directed by Jon Stewart, it was previously published as Then They Came for Me.

La vita di Pam cambia inesorabilmente in un giorno di giugno, quando Jantsen, suo figlio quindicenne, muore all’improvviso. La placida esistenza della famiglia viene sconvolta. Oppressa dal dolore, Pam precipita in un baratro che pare inghiottirla. Sprofondare o reagire. Così lei, che non ha mai varcato i confini del Missouri, accetta di andare in Vietnam con alcuni amici. Quello che vede la travolge. Dietro le immagini da cartolina del turismo, si cela un mondo in cui migliaia di bambini vivono per strada, abbandonati a se stessi. Costretti a mendicare. A fare lavori pesantissimi. O peggio ancora, esposti al pericolo di essere rapiti e venduti sul mercato del sesso. E negli orfanotrofi la situazione è solo di poco migliore: non ci sono fondi, e sul viso dei bambini si legge il vuoto di chi non ha affetto né prospettive. In fondo al cuore, Pam sente riaccendersi una fiamma. Eccolo il dono di Jantsen. Occuparsi di quelle bambine e di quei bambini, in Vietnam, in Cambogia, in Africa. Strapparli alle malattie e all’inedia, a una schiavitù che li costringe a lavorare anche quindici ore al giorno, come Mark. Per riportare sui loro visi la luce del sorriso. Non è facile, ma ora niente la può fermare.