Rosemary Border Livres

1793, the eve of the Napoleonic Wars, and Midshipman Horatio Hornblower receives his first command � As a seventeen-year-old with a touch of sea sickness, young Horatio Hornblower hardly cuts a dash in His Majesty�s navy. Yet from the moment he is ordered to board a French merchant ship in the Bay of Biscay and take command of crew and cargo, he proves his seafaring mettle on the waves. With a character-forming duel, several chases and some strange tavern encounters, the young Hornblower is soon forged into a formidable man of the sea. This is the first of eleven books chronicling the nautical adventures of C. S. Forester�s inimitable hero, Horatio Hornblower.

How much rubbish do you throw away in a year? It could be more than atonne or less than a hundred kilograms, but it's still too much. The Earth isdisappearing under a mountain of rubbish - often poisonous - yet, as this bookshows, much of this rubbish could be recycled. Recycling can save energy,materials and money - it may also save the Earth.

A Nigerian girl is allowed to finish her education because a diploma will enhance her bride price, but she then rebels against traditional marriage customs.

Petit, difforme, velu, un monstre erre dans l'atmosphère trouble des rues de Londres. Le vent souffle, l'éclat rouge des réverbères perce à peine le brouillard... Paisiblement installé dans son bureau, devant le feu qui crépite, un respectable savant voit avec épouvante sa belle main se dessécher, se couvrir de poils... Une histoire à faire dresser les cheveux sur la tête du lecteur même le plus enclin à se dédoubler.

A level 2 Oxford Bookworms Library graded reader. This version includes an audio book: listen to the story as you read.Written for Learners of English by Rosemary Border.One day, a farmer tells a farm boy to take everything out of an old building and throw it away. 'It's all rubbish,' he says.In the middle of all the rubbish, the boy finds a beautiful old piano. He has never played before, but now, when his fingers touch the piano, he begins to play. He closes his eyes and the music comes to him - and the music moves his fingers.When he opens his eyes again, he knows that his life is changed for ever . . .

A collection of short stories about Conradian, a ten-year-old who hates his aunt, and who keeps a small, wild animal in the garden shed.

Dans l'Amérique des années soixante-dix, Oliver, jeune homme riche et sportif, étudiant en droit, rencontre Jennifer, musicienne et issue d'une modeste famille. Alors que tout semblait les séparer, c'est le coup de foudre. Ils s'aiment, se marient et parlent de faire un enfant qu'ils appelleraient Bozo. Mais après leur avoir donné tant de bonheur, le destin exige une bien tragique contrepartie... Adaptée à l'écran avec Ryan O'Neal et Ali MacGraw, cette histoire d'amour universelle, belle et pathétique, a fait rire et pleurer des générations de lecteurs et de spectateurs à travers le monde.

Everybody wants to win the lottery. A million pounds, perhaps five million, even ten million. How wonderful! Emma Carter buys a ticket for the lottery every week, and puts the ticket carefully in her bag. She is seventy-three years old and does not have much money. She would like to visit her son in Australia, but aeroplane tickets are very expensive. Jason Williams buys lottery tickets every week too. But he is not a very nice young man. He steals things. He hits old ladies in the street, snatches their bags and runs away . . .

The Oxford Bookworms Library offers new editions of the original Oxford Bookworms Black and Green series, merging the two series into one. The new editions build on the original series and provide enhanced teaching support. Sixteen additional pages inside each book allow extra pages of activities and increased author and series information.

After dinner we turned the lights out and played 'hide-and-seek'. In the dark, I touched a hand, a very cold hand. Now, because of the game, I had to hide in the dark with . . . with this cold person - not speaking, not knowing who it was. Slowly the others found us, hid with us, until we wereall there - all thirteen. Thirteen? But there were only twelve people in the house! We touched each other in the dark, counting. Thirteen. Quickly, nervously, I lit a match to see . . .