Paola Frezza Pavese Books

Jackson, Mississippi, 1962. Black maids raise white children, but aren't trusted not to steal the silver. Some lines will never be crossed. Aibileen is a black maid: smart, regal, and raising her seventeenth white child. Yet something shifted inside Aibileen the day her own son died while his bosses looked the other way. Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is by some way the sassiest woman in Mississippi. But even her extraordinary cooking won't protect Minny from the consequences of her tongue. Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter returns home with a degree and a head full of hope, but her mother will not be happy until there's a ring on her finger. Seeking solace with Constantine, the beloved maid who raised her, Skeeter finds she has gone. But why will no one tell her where? Seemingly as different as can be, Skeeter, Aibileen and Minny's lives converge over a clandestine project that will not only put them all at risk but also change the town of Jackson for ever. But why? And for what? The Help is a deeply moving, timeless and universal story about the lines we abide by, and the ones we won't. Itis about how women, whether mothers or daughters, the help or the boss, relate to each other - and that terrible feeling that those who look after your children may understand them, even love them, better than you . . .

Five linked families live out their destinies as the world is shaken by tyranny and war in the mid-twentieth century

When the spirit of Lara's great-aunt Sadie-a feisty, demanding girl with firm ideas about fashion, love, and the right way to dance-mysteriously appears, she has one last request: Lara must find a missing necklace that had been in Sadie's possession for more than seventy-five years, and Sadie cannot rest without it. Never mind that Lara has her own problems--which Sadie could care less about. Will this sparring duo ever find what they're after?

Escape into a world of exotic intrigue and romance. A breathtaking and absorbing novel set in Malaya propelled by the superb storytelling instinct of the author of THE RICE MOTHER. Parvathi leaves her native Ceylon for Malaya and an arranged marriage to a wealthy businessman. But her father has cheated, supplying a different girl's photograph, and Kasu Marimuthu, furious, threatens to send her home in disgrace. Gradually husband and wife reach an accommodation, and the naïve young girl learns to assume the air of sophisticated mistress of a luxurious estate. She even adopts his love child and treats Rubini as her own daughter – a generous act which is rewarded by a long-wished-for son. But it is a life without passion, and Parvathi dreams of loving – and being loved – with complete abandon. When the Japanese invade Malaya, in WW2, they requisition the estate. Marimuthu dies and Parvathi is forced to accept the protection of the Japanese general who has robbed her of her home. For the first time, she experiences sexual ecstasy. And gradually, her sworn enemy becomes the lover she has always yearned for . . .

"Broken-hearted by his wife's infidelity, Nicholas leaves the comfortable life he has known in Dublin for a ramshackle house in rural Cavan. There, the house seems to speak to him, and he catches glimpses of a presence - a fragile lady in blue, a woman trapped in the memory of one regret." "June Fanning came to Cavan from England in 1941 with her Irish husband, the solid but unimaginative Robert. She knows she should be grateful for a release from her previous existence in wartime London but June is a stranger in a foreign land, an outsider. And then Robert leaves to fight in the war. Outside the house lies the orchard, trees ripe with blood red hearts, and on the other side of it is temptation." --Book Jacket.

Trixie wakes in a hospital room after a car accident thinking that it is 2004 and that she is a woman of 25 years!

"Cassandra never set out to be a psychic, least of all a famous one, with her very own magazine column, plus a glamorous TV slot thrown in for good measure. Let's face it, it's not exactly the usual career choice a girl might make, now is it? But whether she likes it or not, ever since Cassandra was a little girl she's been able to see into the future. While she can make predictions with 100 per cent accuracy for everyone around her, her psychic gift floats right out the window whenever there's a D.S.M. (decent single man) around that she actually fancies herself especially when that D.S.M happens to be her hot, new TV producer boss. It seems even being able to foretell the future can't protect Cassandra from what destiny has in store, and sometimes fate won't let you look before you love..." -- Provided by publisher