Books with author Eugenie

The Lady and the Sharks...Filled with the Engaging Explorations and the Adventures of a Remarkable Woman, The Lady and the Sharks is about the joys of diving, exploring, and discovering the world that lives beneath the sea-about the pleasure and power of curiosity. This updated 4th edition recounts the birth and growth of a major marine science laboratory, and describes Genie Clark's fascinating tales about the behavior and physiology of sharks, fish and marine life. Genie's stories have inspired a continually growing audience of readers, scientists; students have inspired a continually growing audience of readers, scientists, students, collaborators, friends, children, and admirers. Eugenie Clark is an explorer, marine biologist, and teacher; she is a perfect example of the heights women can attain in scientific study. In 1955, she founded a small marine laboratory that grew to become the Mote Marine Laboratory in Sarasota, Florida, now a national center for shark and marine mammal research.

"Achoo" is a book about a virus written by a pediatrician. Parents often have to find the words to explain complicated concepts to their children. Dr. Genie wrote this book in hopes of being able to help parents facilitate this conversation, and to help answer the questions that their children may have. She also wanted to simplify certain very important concepts or new "rules" that their parents may want to teach them in this ever changing world.

Caught in a fisherman’s net, a little soft-shell crab named Shelly escapes to the beach just in the nick of time. There she finds herself stranded, far from her family and friends. Fortunately, she’s arrived on shore the same day as the Annual Shellfish Festival, which her family is sure to attend. But when Shelly falls asleep in the bright sun, her soft pink shell is sunburned to a fierce red. Awakening, she rushes to the festival in search of her parents—but no one recognizes her! It will take a twist of luck to make plucky Shelly “the happiest little crab in the world.” Shelly’s Sunburn is a heartwarming story of how scary it can be to wander away from home, and how comforting it is to return again.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

On a certain August day, in the year 1776, two little girls were strolling hand in hand along the pleasant promenade that leads from the queer little town of Ajaccio out into the open country. The town of Ajaccio is on the western side of the beautiful island of Corsica, in the Mediterranean Sea. Back of it rise the great mountains, white with snowy tops; below it sparkles the Mediterranean, bluest of blue water. There are trees everywhere; there are flowers all about; the air is fragrant with the odor of fruit and foliage; and it was through this scented air, and amid these beautiful flowers, that these two little girls were wandering idly, picking here and there to add to their big bouquets, that August day so many years ago.

If it's not one thing, it's a mother! Kit's life is simple--farmwork, school, and dance--until her beloved dance teacher, Ursula, gets sick and her mother decides to homeschool Kit because of an incident at school. Kit doesn't know how she can possibly deal with her mother, the Lady of Sorrows, and she can't stand not dancing. The senior students take over giving lessons at the dance studio, giving Kit some respite from her daily struggles with her mother. The arrival of Luis and Clara, professional dancers who will serve as substitutes at the studio, transforms her days and gives her hope. Luis is gorgeous, a brilliant teacher and dancer, and very supportive of Kit, even encouraging her to apply to a special dance school in Montreal and volunteering to take her to the competition and personally introduce her to the director. And that is when Kit's life gets complicated.Finally! The subs are here! Luis and Clara Coll and baby Lola. When we arrive for class they are simply there occupying the studio, no introduction or grande entrance. Luis just says, "Come in, come in, to the barre, sweatshirts off, please, let's see what we have here." … He says ballet is the most royal of dance. In a black T-shirt and tights his body looks royal, exquisite. Lean, carved muscles look powerful as coiled rope, still, waiting to whip into action. Hers too. They make me think of high-class horses. —FROM THE BOOK

Ian Daley lives with his father, mother, and older brother on a dairy farm in northern Vermont. Times are hard for small farmers and they only get harder when a winter ice storm brings down the power lines and stray voltage gets loose on the farm, randomly shocking humans and animals alike, putting the cows off their milking. Then, one day, Ian's Mom leaves. Ian doesn't know where she's gone or for how long. Ian's dad, always gruff and non-communicative, becomes morose, while his brother checks out. Ian's loneliness grows and grows as he struggles with his mother's abandonment, his own divided loyalties, and his evolving sense of self.Eugenie Doyle's compelling debut novel lovingly portrays life on a small farm, celebrating its inherent vales and revealing its stark beauty.

On a certain August day, in the year 1776, two little girls were strolling hand in hand along the pleasant promenade that leads from the queer little town of Ajaccio out into the open country. The town of Ajaccio is on the western side of the beautiful island of Corsica, in the Mediterranean Sea. Back of it rise the great mountains, white with snowy tops; below it sparkles the Mediterranean, bluest of blue water. There are trees everywhere; there are flowers all about; the air is fragrant with the odor of fruit and foliage; and it was through this scented air, and amid these beautiful flowers, that these two little girls were wandering idly, picking here and there to add to their big bouquets, that August day so many years ago. Every now and then the little girls would stop their flower-picking to cool off; for, though the August sun was hot, the western breezes came fresh across the wide Gulf of Ajaccio, down to whose shores ran broad and beautiful avenues of chestnut-trees, through which one could catch a glimpse, like a beautiful picture, of the little island of Sanguinarie, three miles away from shore.