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“Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in which a girl might take an active role when she feels good and ready and not one minute before. No. Sexual desire is meant to sell soap. And cars. And beer. And religion.”

Quote by Libba Bray

Work

Beauty Queens

In this satirical novel, the reader is taken into the world of beauty queens and the intense competition that comes with participating in a beauty pageant. The story delves into the lives of the contestants, their motivations, and the absurdities of the pageant process. The novel uses humor to shed light on the pressures and expectations placed on these young women, offering a critical perspective on the beauty pageant industry. more

Author

Libba Bray
Libba Bray

Libba Bray is an American author known for her fantasy and young adult literature. Born on March 11, 1964, she graduated from the College of William & Mary. Bray's works often explore complex relationships and deep emotions, making her a favorite among readers. more

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