An enchanting and staggeringly original debut novel about one day in the lives of three unforgettable characters.

Still mourning the recent death of her mother, and caring for her grief-stricken father, Madeleine Altimari doesn’t realize that on the eve of Christmas Eve she is about to have the most extraordinary day—and night—of her life. After bravely facing down mean-spirited classmates and rejection at school, Madeleine doggedly searches for Philadelphia’s legendary jazz club The Cat’s Pajamas, where she’s determined to make her on-stage debut.

A grief that knows no boundary. A love without any limit. A need that doesn’t end at death.

Corrie Saunders didn’t expect her hero husband Jarrod to sacrifice his life taking on an Iraqi suicide bomber. Six months after Jarrod’s death, Corrie retreats to the family home her husband inherited deep in the Missouri Ozarks.

By moving to Saunders Creek and living in a house beloved by him, she hopes that somehow her Jarrod will come back to her. Something about the house suggests maybe he has. Corrie begins to wonder if she can feel Jarrod’s presence.

Have you ever loved a book and then when you try to describe it to someone, you just can’t do it justice? I had that trouble recently with The Moon Sisters.

“I loved this book,” I told my friend, “The mom commits suicide (probably) and her two daughters travel to the site of her unfinished novel to lay her spirit to rest. Along the way, they discover these deep wounds within themselves.”

My friend’s response? “That sounds really depressing.”

“It’s not depressing!” I exclaimed, “It’s magical – in a magical realism sort of way – and ultimately, it’s uplifting to see how these girls find each other and themselves.”

A boy coming of age in a time of war… the love that inspires him to survive.

For ten year-old Jeremiah Prins, the life of privilege as the son of a school headmaster in the Dutch East Indies comes crashing to a halt in 1942 after the Japanese Imperialist invasion of the Southeast Pacific.

Amidst starvation, brutality, sacrifice and generosity, Jeremiah draws on all of his courage and cunning to fill in the gap for his mother. Life in the camps is made more tolerable as Jeremiah’s boyhood infatuation with his close friend Laura deepens into a friendship from which they both draw strength.

O, Africa! is an epic tale of self-discovery, the constraints of history and prejudice, and the stubborn resolve of family and friendship in the face of tragedy.

In the summer of 1928, twin brothers Micah and Izzy Grand are at the pinnacle of their movie-making careers. From their roots as sons of Brooklyn immigrants, they have risen to become kings of silent comedy – with the brash, bloviating Micah directing and calling the shots, while his retreating brother skillfully works behind the lens. But when Micah’s penchant for gambling, and his interracial affair with Rose, a sharp-witted, light-skinned black woman from Harlem, combine to threaten his livelihood and his life, he finds himself in need of a quick escape.

Everything is just perfect in the Hurst household . . . or that’s what Josephine Hurst would like people to think.

In truth, Josephine knows better than anyone that her family is falling apart: her husband, Douglas, is an alcoholic and possible adulterer; her sheltered son, William, suffers from stress-induced seizures; daughter Violet is using drugs and deliberately starving herself; and casting a shadow over all is the absence of her eldest child, Rose.

Seen through the lenses of her two remaining children, the novel tells the story of a family spiraling into crisis as the lies they’ve lived with begin to crumble, and the truths they uncover threaten to tear them apart.