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From the author of the “bighearted...inspiring” (Vogue) memoir Kabul Beauty School comes a fiction debut as compelling as real life: The story of a remarkable coffee shop in the heart of Afghanistan, and the men and women who meet there - thrown together by circumstance, bonded by secrets, and united in an extraordinary friendship. After hard luck and some bad choices, Sunny has finally found a place to call home - it just happens to be in the middle of a war zone. The 38-year-old American’s pride and joy is the Kabul Coffee House.

Most Westerners working in Afghanistan spend their time tucked inside a military compound or embassy. Not Deborah Rodriguez. Here, she tells the story of the beauty school she founded in the middle of Kabul and of the vibrant women who were her students. When Rodriguez opened the Kabul Beauty School, she not only empowered her students with a new sense of autonomy but also made some of the closest friends of her life.

In answer to the question of what happened following her New York Times best seller Kabul Beauty School, Deborah Rodriquez is back with a new memoir Irreverent, insightful, and blatantly honest, Deborah takes us along on her inspiring journey of self-discovery and renewal after she is forced to flee Afghanistan in 2007. She first lands in California, where she feels like a misfit teetering on the brink of sanity. Where was that fearless redhead who stared danger in the face back in Kabul?

Osudy dvou Afghánek, dvou Američanek a jedné Angličanky se střetnou v jedné neobyčejné kavárně uprostřed Kábulu. Provozuje ji přátelská Američanka Sunny, která v Afghánistánu najde nový domov. Její kavárna je místem, kde se potkávají cizinci s místními a kde se střetává přísná afghánské tradice se světem západu. Sunny si postupně díky svému laskavému srdci a své pohostinnosti získává respekt místních obyvatel.

Deborah Levy empieza a escribir este libro cuando, con cincuenta años, se ve forzada a reinventarse: su matrimonio ha terminado, sus ingresos escasean, su madre se está muriendo y sus hijas empiezan a abandonar el nido. En un momento en que la vida tendría que volverse plácida e imperturbable,Levy decide abrazar el caos y la inestabilidad a cambio de recuperar, oculto bajo capas y capas de resignación, un nombre propio.

Deborah Levy imagina una casa en una latitud cálida, cerca de un lago o de un mar. Allí hay una chimenea y un mayordomo que atiende sus deseos, hasta el de discutir. Pero Levy en realidad está en Londres, no tiene dinero para construir el hogar que imagina, su apartamento es minúsculo y lo más parecido a un jardín en su casa es un banano al que entrega los cuidados que sus hijas ya no necesitan.

Deborah Levy arranca estas memorias recordando la etapa de su vida en que rompía a llorar cuando subía unas escaleras mecánicas. Esemovimiento inocuo la llevaba a rincones de su memoria a los que no quería volver. Son esos recuerdos los que forman Cosas que no quiero saber, el inicio de su «autobiografía en construcción». Esta primera parte de lo que será un tríptico sobre la condición de ser mujer nace como respuesta al ensayo «Por qué escribo», de George Orwell. Sin embargo, Levy no viene a dar respuestas.

On a cold day in 1997, student Sara Morgan was killed in the woods surrounding her liberal-arts college in Upstate New York. Her boyfriend, Blake Campbell, confessed, his plea of temporary insanity raising more questions than it answered. In the wake of his acquittal, the case comes to haunt a strange and surprising network of community members, from the young woman who discovers Sara’s body to the junior reporter who senses its connection to convicted local serial killer John Logan.

Desiring to bring hope and healing to other victims, these men and women — survivors as well as their community of family and friends — come together to speak out about their abuse and betrayal by Catholic priests and leaders. These are only a few stories — but through these few are related the experiences of many victims. Contrary to conventional wisdom, these men and women are still active, practicing Catholics who love their faith. The abusers may have stolen their innocence, but through God’s grace, they weren’t able to steal their faith.