title: The Secret Language of Sleep: A Couple's Guide
author:  Evany Thomas 
description: <I>The Secret Language of Sleep</I> is oddly and deeply romantic. -- <i>SF Weekly</i><br /><br />For mates completely stuck in their Pinching Koala and Tree ways (lots of knee squeezing) or who are avowed Ticket Punchers (plenty of hot toe-on-toe action), Thomas purports to explain what each snuggle means using a mixture of research ranging from hard science to soft tarot, with a sprinkling of survival guides, yoga and ventriloquism thrown in for good measure. -- <i>New York Post</i><br /><br />Hugely entertaining and deadpan smart! -- <i>O Magazine, December 2006</i><br /><br />Thanks to Thomas's cool dissection of shared sleep strategies and Amelia Bauers' clinical illustrations, you can finally ask with authority, "What happened? Why ... don't you Springloader me anymore?" -- <i>V Magazine</i><br /><br />Ultimately, this is the message Thomas wants readers to take from her book: Flexibility and open-mindedness are essential when it comes to sleep poses. Falling into a sleep position rut could prove detrimental not just in a relationship, but in all aspects of one's life. -- <i>The National Post</i>
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  For millions of years, life on Earth has taken its cues from the rising and
  setting of the sun, and for most of human history we’ve followed the same
  rhythm. But if that shared connection was broken, and we each fell under the
  sway of our own private clock, could we still hold our lives together? One
  family is about to find out.
  
  
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  “Daddy?” Emma pleaded. “Why aren’t you awake?”
  
  
  Sam opened his eyes and squinted toward the sound of her voice in the
  darkness, ready to offer whatever comfort she needed, but as he replayed the
  words that had penetrated his sleep she sounded not so much frightened or
  unwell as annoyed and censorious. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked. “Did
  you have a nightmare?”
  
  
  “No!” Her tone was pure frustration now, as if the thing most troubling her
  was his obtuseness. She reached over and tugged his ar