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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

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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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“Mr. Brundy," she said with a nod, making the most perfunctory of curtsies to her father's guest. He made no move to take her hand, but merely bowed and responded in kind. "Lady 'elen." "My name is Helen, Mr. Brundy," she said coldly. "Very well- 'elen," said Mr. Brundy, surprised and gratified at being given permission, and on such short acquaintance, to dispense with the use of her courtesy title.”

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“Michael tousled my hair and said, "Remember, no more skateboards, right?" And then this gem: "If you ever break your arm skateboarding again..." He paused, flashing me a dimpled Charles Ingalls grin, which then suddenly disappeared. "I'll break the other one.”

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