It gives me great pleasure to announce the publication of Prague for Beginners, both in the first print book edition and as the third e-book edition.
Here's a brief review of the novel set in 1994 Prague:
"Elizabeth Logan goes to Prague in 1994 to teach English to beginners.
She has missed the crest of the wave, both by missing the first exuberant rush
of freedom in the Czech Republic in 1989 and by being 34 years old, yet not
knowing exactly what she wants to do with her life. She finds unexpected
challenges in Prague: losing her flat, her job, and her mysterious Czech
would-be boyfriend. But she eventually finds her purpose for being in Prague:
discovering what love is, and how to find it."
Please visit the amazon website and read a free excerpt of the novel:
To see all the
beautiful, historical and exciting tourist sites in Prague in less than a month
would be quite a challenge, but, because we’ve lived and worked in Prague for
decades, we can outline a program that shows you the essential Prague in just four
days: the castles, cathedrals, gardens, museums, opera houses, monasteries,
bridges, public squares, libraries, and universities that bring life to this
vibrant 1000-year-old city. •Hradcany: Prague’s 1000-year-old castle
complex: St. Vitus Cathedral, St.
George’s Basilica, Golden Lane where alchemists tried to make gold.
•Gardens of Prague Castle: The Royal Garden, the Letohrady, and
other intimate gardens are woven into the castle complex.
•Petrin: A small version of Paris's Eiffel Tower,
built in 1891 for the Jubilee Exhibition. A funicular takes people up Petrin
hill; there’s an observatory and a hall of mirrors to explore. The 12th-century
Strahov monastery in on the top of the adjacent hill.
rest of the day I pack for my trip and tidy up the flat. I turn on the radio
for Czech Christmas music; my favorites are “Narodil se Kristus Pán” (Christ is born) and “Nesem Vám noviny” (We
bring you good news, hark!). The time passes pleasantly as I bustle around, my
mind occupied with the here and now of fitting everything into my suitcase and
cleaning out the perishables in the kitchen.
Soon enough, the light begins to fade. I decide
it’s time for me to get out of my flat and see what Prague is up to today. I
dress warmly and descend once again to the street, this time turning left as I
leave the apartment house. In a few minutes I’m at náměstí Republiky. There are
tasteful Christmas decorations on the lampposts and doors, greenery and red, shiny
balls mostly. The cold, crisp air encourages people to hurry as they walk,
giving the scene a busy, happy mood. I go down crooked streets through the
intimate square behind Týn Cathedral that Marek tells me it was a dump, a