Books published by publisher Ashlee Craft

Sloths are very slow mammals (warm blooded animals) who spend their entire lives hanging upside down from tree branches. They are considered the slowest mammal in the world. Their mouths are shaped in a way which makes it look like they are always smiling. Sloths are nocturnal, which means they are most awake at night. They are related to armadillos and anteaters. International Sloth Day is celebrated on October 20th. Learn all about sloths in this fun & educational book featuring six original illustrations.

They're all radiantRadiant like the sunRadiant like the moon that shines above the seaRadiant like the stars twinkling light-years awayRadiantRadiantBut I'm not one of themMaybe someday I will beI read the poem from the page of my notebook and sigh. How many times before have I read those words? The words are part of a poem from a book I'd read a long time ago, a poem I'd liked so much that I'd copied the words down in the notebook where I saved things that made me feel just a little bit better. I don't remember how the poem ends because I didn't like it at the time, so I didn't write it down.Sometimes, I wonder how it's all going to end for me.This notebook of mine is black and has a worn cover on it. Inside, it is filled with quotes, thoughts that I had, and song lyrics. Anything that cheers me up, even if it is only a little bit. Because that little bit matters. That little bit is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from completely falling down. Sometimes, that little bit is all that keeps me from breaking.I cling to that notebook like a lifeline, because in a way, it is.Those words, those words from that poem written by some poet I could no longer remember the name of, those words make me feel better. Because when I hear words like that, I know I'm not alone. I know I'm not the only one that feels that way.I am not radiant. I am not beautiful. I am not special. I am not important. I do not matter.And I never would be anything different than that.I am ugly, and stupid, and fat. I don't deserve to be liked, or cared about; I don't deserve to matter. Everyone I know hates me, and they think that I am nothing. But they can't hate me more than I hate myself.No one could hate me more than that.Despite this, despite all these feelings that are bottled up inside of me, feelings that I could tell no one, that poem still gives me a sliver of hope. The hope that maybe someday, some far off day in my unforeseeable and frightening future, maybe I could feel radiant. Maybe I could feel beautiful. Maybe I could be happy.I laugh at this ridiculous idea. I know it's never going to happen. An impossible dream. A dream so impossible that it isn't even worth my time to try and imagine it, and yet, I do. My whole life, I have watched as those around me, those who are prettier, smarter, and better than me, have succeeded in life. I watch as I remain behind, forgotten about, hurting. But no one sees me. They're all to busy with their own beautiful lives to notice me at all. Because I am a failure, and I always will be.Yes, that poem makes me feel a little better, but at the same time, reading it hurts. Hurts me deep inside. The poem reminds me of all the things that I never could be. It reminds me that there are so many people who are better than me, people who are or will be happy. People who actually have a chance.When I read that poem, I am reminded that I will never be like them. To be honest, I don't really understand why I like that poem so much. I mean, if I read it for hope, why am I kidding myself? Why do I still believe that things can work out for me, that things are going to get better? Why do I keep lying to myself, lying that maybe someday things could get better? Despite the fact that the poem cheers me up, it also makes me feel confused and obligated, like I am supposed to feel radiant, and beautiful, and important, just like most other people around me feel. So, why do I like that poem if it cannot provide me with hope?Because it shows me that I am not alone, and for the time being, that is enough.

Giant pandas are large black and white bears with thick, fluffy fur. Their middles, faces, and necks are white, while the rest of them is black. They are mammals, meaning they give birth to live young and they can heat and cool their own bodies. Giant pandas spend most of their time eating and sleeping. Learn more about giant pandas with this illustrated, educational book.

When teenaged adventurer Summer Hayes finds the Idol of Neuworth, an antique gold sculpture that has been lost for many years, she gets more than she bargained for. Just days after her discovery, her parents are kidnapped and held hostage. Their captors want the Idol of Neuworth as ransom for them, and Summer has only twenty-four hours to deliver it or her parents will be tortured and killed. To make matters worse, the kidnapper's rivals are trying to get the Idol for themselves and will stop at nothing to prevent Summer from delivering the Idol and saving her parents. Will Summer Hayes be able to save her parents in time?

People always said I was lucky, but just because you’re lucky doesn’t mean you’re happy with the way things are. Hayden lives with her aunt and uncle. Her dad sent her to live with them because he couldn't take care of her after her mom left. Despite the fact that her aunt and uncle are very kind to her, Hayden lives in a neighborhood with few children and is very lonely. In addition to this, she wants nothing more than to live with her father again, but every time she asks to live with him he makes excuses as to why she can't. One day, Hayden finds an abandoned puppy, who she names Samantha. From that day on, things will never be the same again. Will Hayden's life change for the better?