Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Comedia y humor

After 25 years of achieving what he thought were his dreams of being a headlining touring comedian and actor, Kyle Cease suddenly discovered that the belief that "when something happens, I will be happy" is a complete lie. With nothing more than an intuition, he decided to quit his stand-up career at its peak, and now - as a transformational comedian - he brings his one-of-a-kind self-help wisdom to sold-out audiences in his Evolving Out Loud Live stage show.

Après le succès de "Choucroute maudite" et "Bretzel Blues", une 3e enquête délirante du commissaire Franz Eberhofer. Le dîner est servi... Une tête de cochon sanglante dans le lit du juge Moratschek mène Franz Eberhofer sur la piste d'un dangereux psychopathe. Les exploits d'Hannibal Lecter ne sont rien à côté de ceux du Dr Küstner qui sévit à Niederkaltenkirchen. Il s'est échappé de prison et l'heure de la vengeance contre le juge qui l'a mis à l'ombre a sonné. De quoi plonger le commissaire Eberhofer dans une véritable détresse existentielle.

En ce moment, ça marche impeccablement pour le commissaire Franz Eberhofer : ses amours roulent, la porcherie qu'il rénove est pratiquement habitable, il tient la forme grâce aux bières régulières et aux promenades quotidiennes avec Louis II - son chien, son coach fitness, son fidèle compagnon. Mais voilà que l'ambiance tourne à l'aigre dans le village de Niederkaltenkirchen : quelqu'un a tagué en rouge sur la maison du directeur du collège M. Höpfl "Crève, sale porc !". Le directeur disparaît plusieurs jours, pour revenir une nuit sous une forme plutôt macabre.

Helena es una leyenda: su generación construyó las grandes revistas de moda, y lo hizo con talento, inteligencia y estilo. Pero ahora, como a cualquier persona mayor de treinta años, la consideran vieja: una reliquia sin nada que hacer en un mundo de publicaciones digitales, blogs, influencers, hashtags y likes.

In Prohibition-era America, young George Finch is setting out as an artist - without the encumbrance of a shred of talent. He falls in love with Molly, but Molly's imperious stepmother is having none of it. Poor George doesn't seem to stand a chance.

En este ensayo, narrado como novela negra, un detective es contratado para dilucidar, con todas las evidencias de rigor, cuál es la primera novela de este género en Sonora, si Juan Justino Judicial, de Gerardo Cornejo, o La madriguera de los Cobra, de Alonso Vidal.

Desde que David Valenzuela, un joven ingenuo y poco lumbrera, mató en defensa propia a uno de los hermanos Castro, conocidos narcotraficantes del Triángulo Dorado en la región de Sinaloa, su vida se convierte en una huida llena de oportunos golpes de suerte y en la que se cruzará con los más variopintos personajes que, sin él pretenderlo, le involucrarán en situaciones tanto trágicas como cómicas.

Comici spaventati guerrieri è una "recherche" metropolitana che si dilata coralmente come un blues ritmando spostamenti e appostamenti, separazioni e incontri, agguati e fughe, colpi di kung-fu e spari, amori improvvisi e improvvise amicizie, dialoghi, monologhi, visioni e sogni. Sulle sue note ilari aleggia l'atmosfera acre della città e l'infinita distanza tra "centro" e "periferia". Giacché questo è un romanzo in cui il riso ricade sul cinismo, la corruzione squallida e dorata, la stupidità di questi anni che qualcuno ha definito e qualcuno ha voluto bui.

While Blandings Castle sleeps in the summer sun, the Hon. Galahad Threepwood, brother of the Earl of Emsworth, is busily engaged in writing his Reminiscences, and they look set to be as warm as the weather, if not warmer. For Galahad has led a thoroughly misspent life, and his acquaintances can all too easily recall their past follies in his company. Reputations are at stake and even the nobility and gentry are beginning to panic.

Margherita Dolcevita è una ragazzina allegra, intelligente e appena sovrappeso, con un cuore che di tanto in tanto perde un colpo. Vive con la famiglia fra città e campagna. Un giorno, davanti alla sua casa, spunta, come un fungo, un cubo di vetro nero circondato da un asettico giardino sintetico e da una palizzata di siepi. Sono arrivati i signori Del Bene, i portatori del "nuovo", della beatitudine del consumo. Amici o corruttori? La famiglia di Margherita cade in una sorta di oscuro incantesimo, nessuno rimane immune.

Dopo più di vent'anni il mitico Bar Sport e i suoi magnifici eroi hanno subito le trasformazioni del tempo: la proverbiale pasta Luisona è scomparsa, nel Bar Veramente Fico adesso espongono brioche invisibili a occhio nudo; tra gli avventori nessuno ha più una colorazione naturale, e si possono ammirare le abbronzature color albicocca o vitel tonné maschili piuttosto che i color biscotto dei fard e dei Caraibi femminili; nuovi elementi, tra cui spiccano i tristemente noti cellularisti, abilissimi nel rispondere al trillo nelle situazioni più impervie.

Distraught when an author withdraws his manuscript from publication, the publisher, Lord Tilbury, sets about retrieving his fortunes, never guessing that his final obstacle would be in the rotund form of a prize pig.

The moon beamed down genially on the turrets and battlements of Blandings Castle. Sleep, however, eluded Clarence, ninth Earl of Emsworth. To be compelled to play host to his younger son, Freddie, was enough; add his sister Veronica and a chap called Tipton Plimsoll and you have a situation at which the doughtiest earl might quail...

A sex and relationship columnist bares it all in a series of essays—part memoir, part manifesto—that explore the author’s coming of age and coming out as a bisexual man and move toward embracing and celebrating sex unencumbered by shame.

Superstar comedian and Hollywood box-office star Kevin Hart turns his immense talent to the written word by writing some words. Some of those words include: the, a, for, above, and even even. Put them together and you have the funniest, most heartfelt, and most inspirational memoir on survival, success, and the importance of believing in yourself since Old Yeller.

You think you’re struggling to find your place in the universe? Consider poor old Colin Douglass, a terminally ill insurance agent who awakens from centuries in cryogenic freeze to find Earth is a devastated wasteland. Now, he’s being pursued by a homicidal interstellar tourist board, and calculating insurance dividends is as outdated as making stone axes. Sci-fi-hating technophobe Colin seeks a cure for his illness in this strange new galaxy where toilets talk back, and door handles are a long-forgotten relic.

Based on Mackenzi Lee's popular weekly Twitter series of the same name, Bygone Badass Broads features 52 remarkable and forgotten trailblazing women from all over the world. With tales of heroism and cunning, in-depth bios and witty storytelling, Bygone Badass Broads gives new life to these historic female pioneers. Starting in the fifth century BC and continuing to the present, the book takes a closer look at bold and inspiring women who dared to step outside the traditional gender roles of their time.

Naufragaba entre manuscritos de crónica del Concurso del Libro Sonorense. Tocó su turno a No toda la sangre es roja. Aquí apesta a puro noir, me dije mientras apuraba un Jack Daniel’s. Quien bautiza su trabajo con un nombre pateador tiene su primer gol anotado antes de entrar a la cancha. Este canijo es un muertero. Un tipo duro, aunque por fortuna no una máquina registradora de estadísticas criminales, porque cuando el muerto se vuelve un número condenado a ser nota de cuatro párrafos, muere por segunda vez.

Lily, you predictable perv. I knew you'd open this email faster if I tempted you with a glimpse of JT's "PP". Well, put your pants back on and grab some bubbly because I have much better news to share. I got a job! As of tomorrow, I'll be the new executive assistant at Lorena Lefray Designs. I am so excited, but there's one itty bitty problem: I won't be Lorena's assistant. I'll be working for her older brother, Julian.

He's the type of guy who hears the word "no" only when it's followed by "don't stop". Working for Dean Harper would be like selling my soul to the devil...and before you say anything, I don't care if the devil has punch-you-in-the-gut brown eyes and an ass to match. My soul isn't for sale.