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The first Barefoot Contessa cookbook already has its iconography intact; the aesthetic that follows in the next eight books is just versioning. Opposite the title page, Ina is pictured barefoot, one big toe showing polish, and she is shucking corn, surrounded by a riot of summer green, in an ankle-length black skirt with a white shirt worn under a white shirt and then a white apron on top. She is on a bench, next to an extremely rustic woven willow basket. It’s about loving being at home, particularly if your home has a couple acres of garden, and yet it’s accessible. It’s never about perfection, as it is with Martha, but it is about personal triumph.

We love Emma Kate Co.’s gorgeous diaries, stylishly designed and they are recyclable (most diaries are lol) but they can stand to be more sustainable, as they are neither made from recycled materials nor made locally (Australian designed, made in China). The great news is that there is a more sustainable option to this popular diary – it can be purchased as a digital download, as a weekly planner or a daily planner, so you can print it yourself on recycled paper! And it’s cost-effective this way too at just A$11.

Yes, Tyler’s images are hard to look at. They are brutal. But they are also brutally honest. They reveal the horror that is Yemen today. You may choose not to look at them. But we thought you should be the ones to decide.

Oliva and her fellow club members likely didn’t expect at the time that close to 350 of the cookbooks would be provided to area residents, with more expected to be printed.

On the adult side, last year Seven Stories had two big books: Requiem for the American Dream, Noam Chomsky’s bestseller on income inequality, sold more than 40,000 copies, and sales of Kurt Vonnegut’s Complete Stories topped 20,000 copies.

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“I was attracted to these kinds of moments,” he said. “In terms of biography — birth, how you grew up, were raised, die — when it’s an inanimate object, what do you write about? The Talmudic relationships, what kind of relations does the Talmud as a book have?”

But in the last few decades, most of the pivotal advances in publishing have been digital, with the evolution of e-books and digital audio.

Hannah Glasse’s compendium of culinary and household recipes, including one “to make a Currey the India Way,” made it a favorite in British kitchens and in colonies abroad. Many American founding fathers had a copy, and the Free Library of Philadelphia owns a sixth edition, published in 1758. The volume proved so successful that authorship was ascribed for centuries to a man, since, according to the famed English writer Dr. Samuel Johnson, “Women can spin very well; but they cannot make a good book of cookery.” But though Glasse borrowed many of her 972 recipes from other authors, as was the custom of the time, she undoubtedly was the compiler of the 18th century’s most popular cookbook, which Google honored with a Doodle on the anniversary of her 310th birthday.

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Readers — and not only subscribers who pay for the Times’ Cooking section ($40 per year) — can now build their own book of those reliable, often-shared recipes. Longtime editors like Marian Burros, Martha Rose Shulman, and Julia Moskin (and many others, including new recruits Colu Henry and Alison Roman) have filled the archives with thousands of solid, relevant, seasonal dishes — some that have gone on to become iconic, such as Burros’ popular plum torte.

Sheila Heti’s Motherhood is such an authentically searching novel that it actually gets dull — forced to loop back on itself like a person’s never-ending train of thought about the shape of their life. It examines the question of motherhood from all sides, diving even into the body horror of mind-bending hormones and dedicating at least 30 pages to the unjustness of menstruation. Do we want babies because we fear death? Or maybe getting pregnant is just kind of sexy, you know? Loving someone could make you think it would be really hot to grow their kid in your belly, Heti’s narrator muses, wondering if society is demanding that she have a baby with her super-attractive boyfriend.