Ïîèñê ïî êàòàëîãó ïå÷àòíûõ èçäàíèé

Àííîòàöèÿ: "Åñòü äâå âåùè, êîòîðûå âû äîëæíû óçíàòü îáî ìíå íåìåäëåííî. Ïåðâàÿ — ÿ êðàñèâà, âòîðàÿ — â÷åðà ÿ óáèëà ÷åëîâåêà ïî èìåíè Äæåðàëüä Ôîêñ. È òî, è äðóãîå ñëó÷àéíîñòè..." Åñëè ó âàñ ïðîáëåìû ñ ñîñåäÿìè, êàê ó ãåðîèíè ðîìàíà Ñüþ Òàóíñåíä, òî âàì íóæíî íåïðåìåííî ïðî÷èòàòü åãî. Âî-ïåðâûõ, âû ïîëó÷èòå îãðîìíîå óäîâîëüñòâèå, à, âî-âòîðûõ, ââåðãíèòå ñîñåäåé â óæàñ ãîìåðè÷åñêèì õîõîòîì. Âîò êàêîâî æèòü ñ èìåíåì Êîâåíòðè? Ýòî âåäü âñå ðàâíî, êàê åñëè áû âàñ çâàëè Êàëóãîé èëè Óðþïèíñêîì. Ñëîâîì, æèçíü ó Êîâåíòðè íå çàäàëàñü ñ ñàìîãî íà÷àëà, êàê òîëüêî åå íàðåêëè â ÷åñòü ïðîâèíöèàëüíîãî àíãëèéñêîãî ãîðîäà. Íåò, ó íåå âñå êàê ó ëþäåé — ìèëûé äîìèê, íóäíûé ìóæ, ïðèñòîéíûå äåòêè, íî æèçíü åé íå â ðàäîñòü. À îäíàæäû îíà åùå è óáèâàåò ãíóñíîãî ñîñåäà — ñàìà òîãî íå æåëàÿ. È ïîíÿâ, ÷òî ñ ïðèâû÷íîé æèçíüþ ïîêîí÷åíî ðàç è íàâñåãäà, ïóñêàåòñÿ â áåãà. À åñëè ÷åëîâåê áåæèò îò ñåáÿ è ñâîåé æèçíè, òî åãî íåèçáåæíî æäåò íåâåäîìîå, ñòðàííûå ëþäè, ñòðàííûå ìåñòà, íî ïðåæäå âñåãî — ñòðàííûå, íåâîçìîæíûå ïðåæäå, ìûñëè. Ýòîò ðîìàí Ñüþ Òàóíñåíä èç çîëîòîãî çàïàñà àíãëèéñêîé ëèòåðàòóðû — èñòèííîå ñîêðîâèùå, â êîòîðîì óïðÿòàíû è ïðåâîñõîäíûé þìîð, è òîíêèå íàáëþäåíèÿ, è íåòðèâèàëüíûå ìûñëè. Ñàìàÿ íàñòîÿùàÿ êëàññèêà.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Åñëè îáûêíîâåííîãî ÷åëîâåêà ïåðåñåëèòü â òðóùîáíûé ðàéîí, ëèøèâ ïóñòü ñêðîìíîãî, íî äîñòàòêà, òî ÷åëîâåê, êîíå÷íî, ðàññòðîèòñÿ. Íî íå òàê ñèëüíî, êàê êîðîëåâñêîå ñåìåéñòâî, êîòîðîå îäíàæäû îêàçàëîñü â æàëêîì äîìèøêå ñ òàðàêàíàìè â ùåëÿõ, ïëåñåíüþ íà ñòåíàõ è ñàæåé íà ïîòîëêå. Ïåðåóëîê Àä - òàêîâ îòíûíå àäðåñ ðåçèäåíöèè àíãëèéñêîé êîðîëåâû è åå äîìî÷àäöåâ. Íî ëþäè êî âñåìó ïðèâûêàþò. È âîò óæå êîðîëåâà ñòîèò â î÷åðåäè çà ãîâÿæüèìè êîñòÿìè, ïðèíö ×àðëç îáðàñòàåò ïðèÿòåëÿìè â êàòàëàæêå, çà ïðèíöåññîé Àííîé óõëåñòûâàåò ïóçàòûé øîôåð, ïðèíöåññà Äèàíà óâëå÷åííî ïîäðàæàåò òðóùîáíûì ìîäíèöàì, à êîðîëåâà-ìàòü çàâîäèò íåæíóþ äðóæáó ñ íèùåé ñòàðóõîé. Ïðîáëåìû âàëÿòñÿ íà êîðîëåâñêîå ñåìåéñòâî ñî âñåõ ñòîðîí. Êàê óïðàâèòüñÿ ñî øíóðêàìè íà áàøìàêàõ? Îòêóäà áåðåòñÿ ñóï? Êàê äîãîâîðèòüñÿ ñ òàðàêàíàìè, ÷òîáû îíè õîòÿ áû äíåì ìèðíî ñèäåëè ïî ñâîèì ùåëÿì? ×åì íàêîðìèòü îçâåðåâøåãî îò ãîëîäà ïñà? È ãëàâíîå - êàê æå âêëþ÷àòü ãàç, ÷òîáû ðàçæå÷ü...

Àííîòàöèÿ:  òîò äåíü, êîãäà äåòè ïîêèíóëè ðîäíîé äîì, Åâà ëåãëà â ïîñòåëü, äà òàê òàì è îñòàëàñü— íà öåëûé ãîä.Õâàòèò ñ íåå äîìàøíåãî õîçÿéñòâà, ìóæñêîãî ýãîèçìà, ÷åðñòâîñòè äåòåé è ãëóïîñòè îêðóæàþùèõ. Îòíûíå îíà áóäåò ëåæàòü è äóìàòü î ïðèÿòíîì, à îñòàëüíûå ïóñòü ïîçàáîòÿòñÿ î ñåáå ñàìè. Ýêñöåíòðè÷íûé ïîñòóïîê Åâû ñòàíîâèòñÿ ñïóñêîâûì êðþ÷êîì äëÿ ñìåøíûõ è òðàãè÷íûõ ñîáûòèé, êîòîðûå íà÷èíàþò ïðîèñõîäèòü â ñåìåéñòâå Áîáåð. À ÷òî æå Åâà? À Åâà ïðîâîäèò äíè â êðîâàòè, çàâîäèò íîâûõ äðóçåé, ñòàíîâèòñÿ çâåçäîé, ïåðåæèâàåò òðàãåäèè, ïåðåîñìûñëèâàåò âñå, ÷òî ñ íåé ñëó÷èëîñü â æèçíè, è— ìåíÿåòñÿ.Âåëèêàÿ àíãëèéñêàÿ ïèñàòåëüíèöà Ñüþ Òàóíñåíä íàïèñàëà ìóäðûé, äî îäóðè ñìåøíîé è ïå÷àëüíûé ðîìàí î íàñ è íàøèõ òàéíûõ æåëàíèÿõ. Åâà îñóùåñòâëÿåò òî, î ÷åì ìå÷òàåò ïî÷òè êàæäûé èç íàñ, - çàáðàòüñÿ â êðîâàòü è çàáûòü îáî âñåì íà ñâåòå

Àííîòàöèÿ: At sixteen, Adrian Mole's life continues to be nothing but a set of tragic circumstances: His tempestuous relationship with an alluring schoolmate tortures him, while his intellectualism continues to be ignored by the British press. Despite it all he remains as agonizingly funny as ever in this, the second of his diaries.

Àííîòàöèÿ: THE TRUE CONFESSIONS OF ADRIAN MOLE is the third in the series to be part of Penguin's Sue Townsend repackaging programme. A chance to sell Sue Townsend to a whole new audience! Adrian Mole has grown up. At least that's what it says on his passport. But living at home, clinging to his threadbare cuddly rabbit 'Pinky', working as a paper pusher for the DoE and pining for the love of his life Pandora has proved to him that adulthood isn't quite what he hoped it would be. Still, intellectual poets can't always have things their own way

Àííîòàöèÿ: Now in his thirties, Adrian's still worrying: can he be a good father? Is Viagra cheating? Why won't the BBC inroduce "The White Van", his serial-killer comedy?Will he find the fulfilment he seeks as celebrity offal chef, single parent and celibate novelist? Is there a place for Adrian Mole in Blair's Brave New Britain?

Àííîòàöèÿ: Seventeen years ago Angela Carr aborted an unwanted child. The child—s father, Christopher Moore, was devastated by the loss and he retreated from the world. Unable to accept what had happened between them both went their separate ways

Àííîòàöèÿ: Prime Minister Edward Clare and his wife Adele Floret-Clare live at Number 10 Downing Street. PC Jack Sprat is the policeman who stands outside on the door. Five years ago, Edward Clare was voted into Number 10 after a landslide election result. But now, things are starting to go wrong. The love has gone. The people are turning. In short, its a very real problem. Edward worries about this. All he wants is for the people of Clares Britain to like him, and for them to be happy. He enlists the help of Jack Sprat and together they travel round the country incognito, ending up at Jacks childhood home. His mother Norma lives in Leicester, and her address is Number 10 too, but thats where the similarity ends...

Àííîòàöèÿ: The Royal Family exiled to an Exclusion Zone with the other villains and spongers. And to cap it all, the Queen has threatened to abdicate. Yet Prince Charles is more interested in root vegetables than reigning ...unless his wife Camilla can be Queen in a newly restored monarchy. But a scoundrel claims to be the couple`s secret lovechild

Àííîòàöèÿ: This is a seminal comic masterpiece of our time, now published for the first time in Penguin. The monarchy has been dismantled. When a Republican party wins the General Election, their first act in power is to strip the royal family of their assets and titles and send them to live on a housing estate in the Midlands. Exchanging Buckingham Palace for a two-bedroomed semi in Hell Close (as the locals dub it), caviar for boiled eggs, servants for a social worker named Trish, the Queen and her family learn what it means to be poor among the great unwashed. But is their breeding sufficient to allow them to rise above their changed circumstance or deep down are they really just like everyone else?

Àííîòàöèÿ: He's back. Mole, now an angst-ridden 38, is still coping with life in middle-England as a single parent to Glen and William, and battling his own particular weapon of mass destruction. He's back. Mole, now an angst-ridden 38, is still coping with life in middle-England as a single parent to Glen and William, and battling his own particular weapon of mass destruction. Marigold and I quarrelled last night as to which of us has the most monstrous mother and only stopped when Marigold screamed, You couldn't find my clitoris if you were led there by Sir Ranulph Fiennes. After she'd slammed out I consulted The Joy of Sex' and discovered that I'd probably been playing too much attention to relevantly unimportant bits of her genitalia whilst ignoring the clitoris, yet it had been staring me in the face for the last eighteen months. Glenn rang at 2 am from somewhere in Iraq to say that his standard issue army boots had melted in the desert heat and could I get Parcel Force to rush him some size ten Timberlands