Salt Walk

The author of Cod and The Basque History of the World takes an extraordinary look at an ordinary substance — salt, the only rock humans eat — and how it has shaped civilization from the very beginning. Mark Kurlansky has produced a kaleidoscope of history, a multi-layered masterpiece that blends economic, scientific, political, religious, and culinary records into a rich and memorable tale.

At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen, he gave me sanctuary. I wasn't a damsel in distress. He wasn't Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didn't meet by chance. He's been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, I've been under his spell.

My name is Bird Howsley, and I'm a beautiful disaster. Okay, "beautiful" is probably being generous. But the "disaster" part is right. In a brutal dystopian waterworld, where survival depends on skill and smarts, I'm pretty much always one bad decision away from watching my life go completely down the drain. Luckily, I have a lifeline: my cute, level-headed sailing teacher, Sargo Paz. Did I say cute? I didn't mean cute. He's just a friend. I definitely don't have weird sex dreams about him.

In his darkest depression, one idea brought Christian Lewis out of the depths - and into a new life. Finding Hildasay, read by the author, is a brutal and beautiful true story of depression, survival, walking, and the meaning of home. ‘Now I was finally out of the force of the wind, my body...

Taffie Carini enjoys working in her family's candy store on the Atlantic City boardwalk. But when her parents begin planning their retirement, Taffie's not sure she has the moxie or the know-how to manage Carini's Confections on her own. When repairman Ryan Antonelli makes a service call at Carini's, he's irresistibly drawn to more than just the candy. Although his marketing degree has hardly prepared him to fix a taffy-making machine, Ryan will do anything to help Taffie, with the hopes of winning her heart.

It was late morning now and I decided to continue my walk on the beach heading back with my eyes for the edge of surf meeting the sand. The beach was getting busier now with beachcombers dotted on the horizon. They all think this job requires the proper outfit, white canvas pants rolled up with faded blue shirts and a straw cap for the ladies. Most of the men wear their golf club caps from either the Orchid Club or Johns Island. They are all walking with their heads down and plucking up stones, shells or other treasures. A short story that reflects life......Just one day on the beach ...

Anikwa and James, 12 years old in 1812, spend their days fishing, trapping, and exploring together in the forests of the Indiana Territory. To Anikwa and his family, members of the Miami tribe, this land has been home for centuries. As traders, James' family has ties to the Miami community as well as to the American soldiers in the fort. Now tensions are rising - the British and American armies prepare to meet at Fort Wayne for a crucial battle, and Native Americans from surrounding tribes gather in Kekionga to protect their homeland.

Join Paul as he bravely (and foolishly) takes on 109 miles of the Cleveland Way, meandering through the North Yorkshire Moors in what can only be described as a poorly planned survival experiment. Kicking things off in Helmsley on the wettest day of the year, Paul assumes things can’t possibly get worse. Enter Storm Francis, stage left. Accompanied by his long-suffering (and suspiciously well-prepared) friend Rob—who carries most of the gear, does most of the cooking, and probably regrets all his life choices—they get lost, sunburned, blistered, and nearly blown off the cliffs. Good ...