food in fiction

Chanterelles garnished with cream and mayhem.

To Gina, cooking a great meal is an act of love. A life-affirming gift. An art she inherited from a French chef grandfather felled by a robber's bullet. Cooking for a Michelin-starred restaurant, she finds a new enchanting world. But danger lurks where least expected. Can she survive and thrive in this life of privilege, pleasure, and menace?

A passion for music. Shattered dreams. A second chance. Such was Agnieszka's past life, but to Justin and Elise, she is only a mother who plays piano exceptionally well. Her oldest son's suicide attempt forces her to reveal a past of heartache , betrayal, and a deep but tragic first love. Will she regret baring her soul to her children and threaten her relationship with her husband?

Eugene O'Neill says: Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Five people as different from each other as you and those around you in a crowd. Five lives that never touch each other. Because they are scattered from Pais to Honolulu. Because all are solitary souls.

But would they feel kinship for each other if they were to meet? Because they are all solitary souls? Would we feel kinship with them? Because in our brief encounters with solitary souls , we realize how alone we all are at moments that matter the most.