Books with title Beauty Day

Ana is nothing like her glamorous mother, Queen Veda, whose hair is black as ravens and whose lips are red as roses. Alas, Queen Veda loathes anyone whose beauty dares to rival her own—including her only daughter. And despite Ana’s attempts to be plain and earn her mother’s affection, she’s sent away to the kingdom’s exclusive boarding school. At the Academy, Ana is devastated when her only friend abandons her for the popular girls. Isolated and alone, Ana resolves to look like a true princess to earn the acceptance she desires. But when she uncovers the dangerous secret that makes all of the girls at the Academy so gorgeous, just how far will Ana go to fit in?

Ever since her parents' tragic deaths when she was a child, Angela’s life has been miserable and lonely.That is, until the day of her fourteenth birthday, when she finds out about the path-breaking discovery her astrophysicist father made years before. From a place deep inside the universe, strange beings have been reaching out to humankind for thousands of years, inspiring poets – and possibly also scientists – throughout the planet. Angela understands she has to fulfill what her father started, and reconnect with the members of an organization which had fallen apart after his death. However, darkness lurks close, and Angela realizes with the help of her newfound friends that she might be threatened by the same mysterious enemy who murdered her parents. The barely reconstructed organization undergoes considerable strain as friends become enemies and enemies become friends.And as all seems to fall apart, Angela is reminded how the first way to begin to understand the world we live in is to open our eyes to its beauty.

A dormant girl named Beauty, who controls and terrifies the people around her, wants to possess another girl. Quiet, don’t wake her up or there will be Hell to pay! It was one of those tasteless roadside attractions but with a twist, a fairytale theme. The Ache Family could not have imagined what trouble stopping for food and gas might result in during their very first vacation trip. Let sleeping girls lie. That was what they should have done. Sadly, they never seemed to do anything quite right. Inspired by SLEEPING BEAUTY, presented from multiple perspectives, this humorous horror tale by the author of CHOCOLATE-COVERED EYES and THE FAIRY FLY allows you to peek inside the heads of an average quirky family.

Beauty engages fourth-century bishop Gregory of Nyssa to address beauty's place in theology and the broader world. With the recent resurgence of attention to beauty among theologians, questions still remain about what exactly beauty is, how it is perceived, and whether we should celebrate its return. If beauty fell out of favor because it was seen to distract from the weightier concerns of poverty and suffering--because it can even be a tool of oppression--why should we laud it now? Gregory's writings offer surprisingly rich and relevant reflections that can move contemporary conversations beyond current impasses and critiques of beauty. Drawing Gregory into conversation with such disparate voices as novelist J. M. Coetzee and art theorist Kaja Silverman, Beauty displays the importance of beauty to theology and theology to beauty in a discussion that bridges ancient and modern, practical and theoretical, secular and religious. ""A compelling exploration of Gregory of Nyssa as theologian of the divine beauty. Drawing on her extensive knowledge of Gregory's writings, Natalie Carnes shows how the themes of fittingness and gratuity take us deep into the heart of his Trinitarian vision. To know God's beauty is to be wounded--and transformed. A remarkable achievement."" --Joseph L. Mangina, Wycliffe College, Toronto, Ontario, Canada ""Natalie Carnes has written a remarkable book--in its range, its learning and its imaginative sweep. All good history and theology thrive on imaginative engagement--while beauty is most enticing when it is veiled and presented as a mystery. Gregory of Nyssa emerges from these pages as a writer and theologian for our time, at once ancient and postmodern."" --David Jasper, University of Glasgow, Glasgow, UK ""Attentive, as many recent theological writers are not, to the dangers of beauty and of the ideologizing of beauty in bourgeois discourse, [Carnes] takes us from the modern alternatives of functionality or distinterestedness to the complementarity of gratuity and fittingness. Through Gregory's writings this is shown to illuminate both the sufferings of Christ and, poignantly, the human sufferings exemplified by his sister's breast cancer. The book reminds those of us who have read less of Gregory than we should have how much we are missing."" --George Pattison, University of Glasgow, Glasgow, UK ""Beauty is a singular achievement. It retrieves from Gregory key Trinitarian insights and constructively recasts them in the service of delineating a vision of beauty that speaks to our time. . . . 'Fittingness' and 'gratuity' are key to Carnes's theological investigation, categories that she refracts in three primary ways: first, theologically, according to Gregory's doctrine of God . . . second, christologically, according to the way that we confront in the person of Jesus of Nazareth an unsettling juxtaposition of beauty and poverty; and third, pneumatologically, according to the workings of the Holy Spirit who schools us to recognize beauty anew through a wounding of the self, achieved by means of suffering and love of neighbor."" --Jim Fodor, St. Bonaventure University, St. Bonaventure, NY Natalie Carnes is Assistant Professor of Theology at Baylor University, Waco, Texas.

CONTENTS BOOK I PACK THE EPILOGUE i BOOK II THE PROLOGUE 65 BOOK III Miss NANCY FLEET 109 BOOK IV CLELIA 185 BOOK V THE ARTISTS AND THE LAW 279 BOOK VI THE AFTERGLOW 353 ---CHAPTER I 'THE maid who brought up the breakfast was already dressed for flight. Her cap and apron had been packed, and she looked like a poor relation, with none of the smart- ness a servant gains from the uniform of lace and linen. She stood with one knee uplifted to support the tray she braced against the door while she knocked with her free hand. She knocked twice ; got no answer ; turned the knob softly ; pushed in with an apologetic mien. And if anything de- mands apology, it is the outrage of a summons from slumber. Berthe was saved from that crime, for the bed was empty. The covers were all awry, as if the nestling had flung them off impatiently. Berthe was glad of this, for she always hated to waken her young mistress; Miss Clelia slept so beautifully ! and so beautiful ! Waking her was like tearing a flower out of the ground by the roots, a flower that cried out in protest as the mandrake used to. Indeed, young Miss Blakeney, Miss Clelia Blakeney, was apt to put up a drowsy fight, trying to stay drowned in the deeps of oblivion, as if she were a kind of daily suicide resisting rescue. And this was strange, too, for when Clelia was once awake nobody could be awaker or aliver. And nobody could fiercelier hate to go to bed. Her rules of sleep seemed to be Mark Twain's very own; the ones he announced at his seventieth birthday dinner as the secret of his longevity: "Never go to bed while there is anybody to sit up with; and never get up till you have to." Berthe had no idea when her mistress had got to bed the night before. Berthe had been told not to wait up, but there had been a deal of commotion about the big house; just enough noise of music, dance, laughter, and chatter to keep the servants awake in their quarters once removed; yet not enough noise to satisfy their curiosity. There had been a very promising quarrel of some sort, and two slammed doors just whose it was not agreed in the early-morning comparison of notes. Berthe set the tray on the bedside table and went to knock at the bathroom door to warn ma'm'selle that the time was brief. The door was open, the bathroom empty. Puzzled, Berthe surveyed the bedroom again. The dinner gown of the night before was tossed across the chaise longue. The traveling suit that Berthe had laid out precisely was where she had left it. Corsets, combination, stockings, ribbons, garters were here and there. The bathrobe was across the footboard of the bed. But the bedroom slippers were gone. And that was drdle, thought Berthe. The window was wide open, and a sharpening gale was harrying the frothy pennants of the curtains. A few snow- flakes went by outside, spotting the brown world to a fawn's skin. The big storm was already at hand. It was the storm, or the swift fame of it, that was causing the stampede in this camp. They called it a "camp" because it was in the woods of the Adirondacks. But it was more like a palace the palace of a viking king, a stronghold made of huge logs and ax-beveled timbers mitigated with rich hangings and heaped luxuriousness. And clustered about it was a brood of little houses, a dining house, a kitchen house, a music house, one for billiards, another for bachelors; one for servants, others for other people and purposes. An Indian summer of unusual tarrying and undreamed-of balm had coaxed this little throng of Mrs. Roantree's guests to linger in the well-tamed wilderness long beyond the custom. Then suddenly the belated New York papers had announced the uprising of a blizzard in the northwest. It came conquering and irresistible with the roar and velocity of a barbaric horde of airships swooping a mile a minute

She was an old horse, but she could still run like a champ. Grampa warned him to be careful with Beauty, but Luke didn't listen. He'd told her all about his hopes, dreams, and fears -- secrets Beauty would never reveal. She was his pal, who went skinny dipping with him in forbidden ponds and galloping after cattle in dangerous cowboy games he knew he shouldn't play. Until the night of the wild storm, when Beauty raced through the barn doors he'd forgotten to close into a terrible trap, and Luke ran into the blinding rain desperate to save the best friend he'd ever have...

Ever since her parents' tragic deaths when she was a child, Angela’s life has been miserable and lonely. That is, until the day of her fourteenth birthday, when she finds out about the path-breaking discovery her astrophysicist father made years before. From a place deep inside the universe, strange beings have been reaching out to humankind for thousands of years, inspiring poets – and possibly also scientists – throughout the planet. Angela understands she has to fulfill what her father started, and reconnect with the members of an organization which had fallen apart after his death. However, darkness lurks close, and Angela realizes with the help of her newfound friends that she might be threatened by the same mysterious enemy who murdered her parents. The barely reconstructed organization undergoes considerable strain as friends become enemies and enemies become friends. And as all seems to fall apart, Angela is reminded how the first way to begin to understand the world we live in is to open our eyes to its beauty.

When the family business collapses, Beauty and her two sisters are forced to leave the city and begin a new life in the countryside. However, when their father accepts hospitality from the elusive and magical Beast, he is forced to make a terrible promise - to send one daughter to the Beast's castle, with no guarantee that she will be seen again. Beauty accepts the challenge, and there begins an extraordinary story of magic and love that overcomes all boundaries. This is another spellbinding and emotional tale embroidered around a fairytale from Robin McKinley, an award-winning American author.