Books with title Radiant Days

She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past - and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other's worlds. Radiant Days is a peerless follow- up to Elizabeth Hand's unforgettable, multiply starred Illyria.

She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past - and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other's worlds. Radiant Days is a peerless follow- up to Elizabeth Hand's unforgettable, multiply starred Illyria.Book Details:Format: HardcoverPublication Date: 4/12/2012Pages: 272Reading Level: Age 14 and Up

From New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Hand comes a riveting original novella (available only as an ebook) set in the world of the Unearthly series.Clara is desperate to get away—from the memories that haunt her in Wyoming and the visions of a future she isn't ready to face—and spending the summer in Italy with her best friend, Angela, should be the perfect escape. . . .For as long as she can remember, Angela has been told that love is dangerous, that she must always guard her heart. But when she met Phen two years ago she was determined to be with him, no matter the costs. Now she must decide whether she can trust Clara with her secret, or if telling her the truth will risk everything she cares about.Alternating between Angela and Clara's perspectives, Radiant chronicles the unforgettable summer that will test the bounds of their friendship and change their lives forever.Epic Reads Impulse is a digital imprint with new releases each month.

THE BEGINNING IS NEAR...From a ruined chemical weapons bunker in Iraq to a shallow grave in California's San Andreas Fault, the lines are drawn for a shadow war that will decide who, or what, will inherit the earth and reign as the next dominant species.The escalating conflict engulfs the lives of three born survivors: a broken veteran of the Gulf War; a fiercely independent young nurse dying of cancer; and a brilliant novice FBI agent. Plunged into an arena where the stakes are survival or extinction, each must choose a side: between a militia of rogue government scientists and an enigmatic messiah who holds the cure for death itself, and the key to a new form of life.Trapped in a genocidal war the government will do anything to conceal, where top-secret military technologies vie with the primal power of evolution unleashed, they will struggle to understand and stay alive...and stay human.

THE BEGINNING IS NEAR... From a ruined chemical weapons bunker in Iraq to a shallow grave in California's San Andreas Fault, the lines are drawn for a shadow war that will decide who, or what, will inherit the earth and reign as the next dominant species. The escalating conflict engulfs the lives of three born survivors: a broken veteran of the Gulf War; a fiercely independent young nurse dying of cancer; and a brilliant novice FBI agent. Plunged into an arena where the stakes are survival or extinction, each must choose a side: between a militia of rogue government scientists and an enigmatic messiah who holds the cure for death itself, and the key to a new form of life. Trapped in a genocidal war the government will do anything to conceal, where top-secret military technologies vie with the primal power of evolution unleashed, they will struggle to understand and stay alive...and stay human.

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.

Radiant Days is a peerless follow-up to Elizabeth Hand's unforgettable, multiple-starred Illyria.[Young Adult ] She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past--and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other's worlds.

They're all radiant Radiant like the sun Radiant like the moon that shines above the sea Radiant like the stars twinkling light-years away Radiant Radiant But I'm not one of them Maybe someday I will be I 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.

[This is the Audiobook CD Library Edition in vinyl case.] Radiant Days is a peerless follow-up to Elizabeth Hand's unforgettable, multiple-starred Illyria.[Young Adult ] She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past--and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other's worlds.

She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenagepoet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other's worlds.

She is a painter. He is a poet. Their art bridges time. It is 1978. Merle is in her first year at the Corcoran School of Art, catapulted from her impoverished Appalachian upbringing into a sophisticated, dissipated art scene. It is also 1870. The teenage poet Arthur Rimbaud is on the verge of breaking through to the images and voice that will make his name. The meshed power of words and art thins the boundaries between the present and the past—and allows these two troubled, brilliant artists to enter each other’s worlds. Radiant Days is a peerless follow-up to Elizabeth Hand’s unforgettable, multiple-starred Illyria.