Young Adult Books for Women
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Rootabaga Stories
"Takes the home-bred American fantasy of The Wizard of Oz even further … An old favorite, which no American child should miss." ― School Library Journal."These stories out of the Rootabaga Country… have taken root in American soil — they are here to stay." — New York Herald Tribune."Glorious for reading aloud." ― The New York Times Book Review.In the village of Liver-and-Onions, there was a Potato Face Blind Man who used to play an accordion on the corner near the post office. The sometime narrator of these tales, he transports readers and listeners to Rootabaga Country, where the railroad tracks go from straight to zigzag, the pigs wear bibs, and the Village of Cream Puffs floats in the wind, looking like a little hat that you could wear on the end of your thumb. Carl Sandburg, the beloved folk chronicler and three-time Pulitzer Prize winner, invented these stories for his own daughters. Populated by corn fairies, circus performers, and such memorable characters as Poker Face the Baboon, Hot Dog the Tiger, and Gimme the Ax, Rootabaga Country is built with the homespun poetry of the American frontier. The stories' inspired nonsense — loaded with rhythm, humor, and tongue-twisting names — fires the imagination and pulls at the heartstrings. This edition features the charming original illustrations by Maud and Miska Petersham./0/24495/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a4d268e9fb7e52ae071b66c535b46fb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Their Fall, My Rise
I had my life meticulously planned: top grades, intense training, a clear path to the U.S. Service Academy. My future was a beacon, a reward for years of unwavering dedication. But then came the devastating twist: Mark, my childhood best friend, and his conniving girlfriend, Tiffany, decided my ambition was a threat to their own twisted narrative. They systematically sabotaged my critical fitness test and derailed my SATs, watching my dreams shatter with chilling indifference. My carefully constructed world collapsed in an instant. I was plunged into years of soul-crushing dead-end jobs, a life of grinding poverty, and the bitter taste of shattered potential. The final, brutal act of their cruelty came during a chance reunion: cold fury from Tiffany, an almost apologetic glance from Mark, then the hired thugs, the balcony, and the irreversible fall. I lay dying, haunted by the crushing weight of their malice. How could the people I once trusted engineer such a complete and utter destruction of a life? The raw injustice burned hotter than any pain, leaving me with a desperate, unanswered question: Why them, why me? But instead of oblivion, I was hurled back. The familiar scent of lavender, the drone of a lawnmower, the calendar screaming August 10th. Three months before my future was stolen. Seventeen again, with the searing clarity of what was to come. And then I saw them. Mark' s cold, assessing eyes told me he knew. This wasn't a do-over; it was war./0/81274/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a60203fcc7bfb36e40ee5817face621&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance
I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper. Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place. It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize." My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation. They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case." Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral. Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined. My blood ran cold. This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel? But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win./0/21251/coverorgin.jpg?v=ced84596595a648abf0baa63623aa248&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LAST DAYS IN HIGHSCHOOL
Love is Always the problem.... Life doesn't always go has planned..... In the large city of Texas, there was a young teenage boy whose determination was to finish Highschool with the best grades in other to please his Dad, the seventeen years old boy was Christian Bailey. Completely oblivious of the fact that Abigail Taylor, a young beautiful and gorgeous girl who attends the same school was secretly crushing on him, but couldn't express it. Even though Abigail was in love with someone who just sees her as a friend, there was Jason Fernandez. Her friend from middle school that wants to date her at all cost. When Abigail rejected him severally, Jason Fernandez became pissed that she was rejecting him for a guy who doesn't even show her any affection. Christian Bailey and his friends were determined to become the best students in thier time oblivious of the relationship and issues going on between Abigail and Jason. Abigail was an orphan girl, always maltreated by her step mother. After her step mother refused to pay for her examination fees, Abigail finds herself going to extremes just to finish Highschool. Christian and his Friends adventure through Highschool wasn't that smooth sailing, there were twist and dramas that they never expected, there story didn't end in highschool.. Even more twists happened in college. Everything is contained here in this story.../0/9247/coverorgin.jpg?v=7379849551d2bcd147eeb3625e79c974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Unwanted Heiress's Billionaire Return
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother. But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past. They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window. She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains. In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up. But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test. The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground./0/86794/coverorgin.jpg?v=46d081f5c7ad3476f7353f24e558ccf9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Lies, My Unbreakable Heart
My future was a single, glowing line on a computer screen, a nearly perfect SAT score promising MIT and a clear path to my AI dreams. The world felt bright, simple, and entirely within my grasp. Then the doorbell rang. It was Jake, my childhood best friend, looking disheveled and heartbroken, muttering that he had "bombed" his scores and was "not getting in anywhere that matters." He begged me, citing our childhood promises, to abandon my Ivy League ambitions and go to the state university with him. But as he laid on the act, my laptop pinged. A tagged photo on Emily Chen's Instagram showed Jake triumphantly celebrating his 1450 SAT score, directly contradicting his tearful performance. He was accepted to CIT, a top tech school, and had obviously lied to manipulate me. The performance was flawless, the lies seamless. My voice was quiet, dead. "You got a 1450." His face froze, the grief replaced by panic, then anger. He tried to grab my laptop, shouting that I was ruining everything. Just then, an email from our school confirmed his score. My friendship with Jake, twelve years in the making, was dead. Suddenly, a new email popped up. This one from Emily. Attached were encrypted files: chat logs, emails, audio recordings. Their plan wasn't just to steal my AI. They were planning a hostile takeover of Alex Turner's company, Eos Dynamics, using my work as the weapon, framining him for corporate espionage. The sheer audacity of their continued deceit, even after all I knew, left me seething. They wanted to play games? I'd play./0/86146/coverorgin.jpg?v=962b3291efcb4a33c080496d2896476f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bet, Her Ruin, Their Reckoning
The icy water stole my breath, a final, burning cold consuming me as I sank into the dark lake. The last thing I saw was my Harvard acceptance letter, a cruel joke on the grass. Yesterday, that letter was everything, the key to saving my brother, Liam. But that was before Noah Vance, the school bully, destroyed my life. It began with his chilling "mind-reading" trick. He cornered me before the exams, his smirk unwavering as he revealed things only I knew, like Liam' s urgent need for a bone marrow transplant and our family' s crushing medical debt. He proposed a bet: if he got into an Ivy League, I' d be his personal assistant for three months. If not, he' d pay for Liam' s surgery. Desperate, I agreed. I aced my exams, and the call from Harvard brought a wave of relief. Then I saw the public scoreboard: my perfect score, and right below it, Noah Vance, with the exact same perfect score. It was impossible. He and his friends dragged me into the shadows. "Looks like I won," he sneered, his face inches from mine. There was no money for Liam; only the bet. They held me down. They broke me. Not just my spirit, but my body. The next days were a blur of pain and shame. I couldn' t tell anyone. Then the hospital called: Liam had a complication, an infection. Without funds, they couldn' t operate. He died two days later, and with him, a piece of me. I walked to the lake, the Harvard letter in hand, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness. How did Noah Vance, a slacker, get a perfect score? The water closed over my head. Then, I opened my eyes. I was in my bed, the sunlight streaming in. My best friend' s text buzzed on my phone: "You ready for the last day of hell before exams?" I was back. Back to the day before the bet, before everything. A cold smile spread across my face. This time, Noah Vance would not succeed./0/9253/coverorgin.jpg?v=a57c423e89bcbf260d84f58bb4c353a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund
Ruth, Helen, and Tom watch a moving picture company film scenes near the Red Mill. As they watch, the starring actress, Hazel Gray, falls into the river and is swept downstream. Ruth and her friends rescue Miss Gray and take her to the Red Mill to recover. The next day, Ruth meets the producer, Mr. Hammond, who promises to read Ruth's scenario when she impulsively confides that she is planning to write one. Soon after the friends return to school, the East Dormitory burns and is a complete loss. All of the girls housed in that building, including Ruth and her friends, lose all of their possessions. It is soon learned that Dr. Tellingham allowed the insurance to lapse, and there is no money to rebuild the dormitory. In the meantime, Ruth submits her scenario to Mr. Hammond and is thrilled when he accepts it. After her scenario is accepted, Ruth gets a wonderful idea about how she can help the school raise money to rebuild the dormitory. In the Italian garden scenes, the seniors and juniors were used. Ruth calls a meeting of all of the students and suggests her idea of writing a moving picture scenario that will be filmed on the campus. The proceeds from the film would go towards rebuilding the dormitory. In this way, all of the girls would contribute to the fund, since they would be the extras in the film. This idea is met with enthusiasm, and Ruth soon gains Mr. Hammond's approval./0/6658/coverorgin.jpg?v=717998ed982ab5b157c07d49bc6b90d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Modern Religious Cults and Movements
First published in 1924, this title explores the schools of religious thought and practice that sprung up towards the end of the nineteenth century and at the start of the twentieth: sects, mystics and spiritualists, theological sciences and scientific theologies, personal philosophies, and a huge range of new trajectories of thought within the established forms of Western European Christianity. In particular, the author explores the numerous ways in which 'Eastern' religious traditions, or at least spiritual patterns deriving inspiration from the Orient, gained a foothold among seekers in the West at a time of optimism and belief in progress./0/83228/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f84fc6f79483c0c55f5bb5b507b2f80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Second Death, My Second Chance
I died once trying to be a hero. It was after high school graduation, at Brad Thompson' s notorious "End of the World Bash" lake party. I warned everyone about the spiked punch and Brad's predatory nature, but my girlfriend Tiffany scoffed, and my childhood friend Sarah, blinded by her crush on Brad, turned away. They went, everyone went, except me. Later, Sarah blamed me for ruining her shot with Brad; one rainy Tuesday, she found me and ended my first life with a knife. Then, I woke up, gasping, back in my high school bedroom, reliving the day Brad would announce his party. I wasn't dead. But then I saw Sarah in the hallway. She remembered everything too. And her already dangerous obsession with Brad had intensified, chillingly so. "This time, I' m going to be by Brad' s side. No matter what," she whispered, a promise that sent shivers down my spine. I tried to avert disaster, to warn everyone away from that party, but Tiffany broke up with me for being a 'buzzkill.' Brad' s jock friends cornered me, forcing me to attend. I desperately tried to record Brad admitting his punch was spiked, but they caught me. Brad had his goons lock me in the boathouse, just before the cops raided. But instead of being safe, it was worse. Sarah pointed at me, claiming, "He' s the one who brought the spiked punch!" Tiffany and Brad quickly corroborated her lie. I was arrested, charged with felony drug distribution, for something I had fought to prevent. My childhood friend, now my accuser, was willing to destroy my life to preserve her twisted fantasy with Brad. Her obsession was a cancer, eating away at her humanity, and I was caught directly in its malignant path. Was this second chance just another slow, agonizing death, orchestrated by the very person who ended my first? My confiscated phone might hold hidden fragments of truth. Could those damaged recordings be my only proof, my sole hope to prove my innocence and change a grim fate once more?/0/14445/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b1a78bff22c53b91f02f0a2877fe880&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Not Their Kind Of Beauty
In a world obsessed with perfection, Donna has never felt she measured up. Bullied and overlooked for being plus-sized and plain-looking, she's resigned herself to a life on the sidelines. That is, until an unlikely turn of events thrusts her into a love triangle with Christian, the school's Heartthrob who has watched her from afar, and Mason, her longtime bully. On the night of junior prom, Donna discovers a secret about Christian that shatters her entire world. In a twist of fate, her life is reset to a time where the plus-sized duckling never existed. What happens when Donna is reborn and offered a chance to become the kind of beauty that society would worship? Warning: This story contains descriptions of physical bullying, verbal harassment. It also touches on themes of body image. Please proceed with caution if these topics are triggering for you./0/21259/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b511ae1d2e6eda7054d975a228a3867&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nothing More Than A Bully
A simple girl, Sofia Black didn't expect to collide with the biggest bully on the very first day of her school. She couldn't realize that her whole life was about to take a different turn. A turn that was both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. ************* Jack who has been hiding the deepest secrets inside him lost himself just on the first day he saw Sofia. He wanted to make her his but at the same time, he was afraid to make the same mistake again. He was hurting Sofia unintentionally because of the fear that was buried deep inside him and Sofia who was completely new to these situations was feeling helpless and vulnerable. Sofia didn't want to like him but she also couldn't ignore his effect on her. Sofia couldn't disagree that Jack was starting to get the place in her heart which was something a bully definitely shouldn't get. Both of them started falling for each other unknowingly but their own fears were refraining them from expressing their emotions to each other. What will happen when two people from completely different worlds will cross path with each other? Would they be able to overcome the fears and the difficulties and be together or would the circumstances separate them from each other? Join the rollercoaster of their journey and see where fate takes them. [[ Word Count: 100000- 104000]] All rights reserved. Content/ Trigger Warning: This story contains extremely mature contents, foul language and sexual harassment. Read at your own risk./0/83229/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4553711de7e0927f9b6aa22c4452f91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seventeen Again: This Time, I Win
I dreamed of perfect prom nights and Ivy League acceptance letters, with my ideal boyfriend, Kevin Johnson, by my side. But that dream turned into a living hell when he systematically sabotaged my SAT scores, stole my chance at my top-choice university, and sabotaged a crucial scholarship. The ultimate betrayal came when he coerced me into enduring a painful, life-altering medical procedure for his new girlfriend, Tiffany, condemning me to years of chronic pain, crushing debt, and a future that utterly derailed. My life was shattered, reduced to a hollow, suffering existence. I was nothing more than a disposable pawn in his cruel, calculating game, my body and dreams sacrificed so he could appease another girl. The bitter injustice festered, scarring me to my very core. Then, the familiar fluorescent hum of Northwood High' s hallway surrounded me, and I was seventeen again, knowing every single devastating move he was about to make. This time, I wasn't the naive girl he could break. This time, I knew everything. And this time, I would rewrite my entire destiny./0/1468/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3efa06f8c0434d969270e799a272c2a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Education of Henry Adams
This carefully crafted ebook: "The Education of Henry Adams" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents.Henry Adams (1838-1918) was a member of the political family founded by John Adams during the American Revolution. While his ambitions were literary and historical (his major work is a massive history of the United States in the age of Jefferson), he was not completely immune from the political life. The Education of Henry Adams is the Pulitzer Prize winning autobiography of Henry Adams. He recounts the education he received, lamenting that formal schooling failed to prepare him for a century of technological and philosophical change. This book is an excellent way to learn about 19th century America, interestingly he chose the third person to tell his own story The Education is much more a record of Adams's introspection than of his deeds. It is an extended meditation on the social, technological, political, and intellectual changes that occurred over Adams's lifetime. Adams concluded that his traditional education at Harvard failed to help him come to terms with the rapid changes he saw in his lifetime; hence his need for self-education. Many consider this the best autobiography ever written./0/40078/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c052767f5173d3c14d9e2c4af1ae972&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Bad Boy Isn't Good Enough
I heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he left, it was like I let out the air I didn't realize I was holding until he turn to look at my red face. Since I didn't want him to know I had been awake, I closed my eyes immediately. "I know you are Awake," Xavier said "Your red chins can tell more than they should" he went silent for a while then sigh aloud "About what happened earlier, it was a mistake and I am sorry" WHAT!!! My heart stopped beating for a few seconds before resuming. I refuse to believe what I just heard until my lame brain began to play it again 'About what happened earlier, it was a mistake and I am sorry Did he just classify my first kiss as a mistake?/0/2118/coverorgin.jpg?v=64b45dd95b875e5b62d74cb28134312b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte
The Memoirs of the time of Napoleon may be divided into two classes—those by marshals and officers, of which Suchet's is a good example, chiefly devoted to military movements, and those by persons employed in the administration and in the Court, giving us not only materials for history, but also valuable details of the personal and inner life of the great Emperor and of his immediate surroundings. Of this latter class the Memoirs of Bourrienne are among the most important. Long the intimate and personal friend of Napoleon both at school and from the end of the Italian campaigns in 1797 till 1802—working in the same room with him, using the same purse, the confidant of most of his schemes, and, as his secretary, having the largest part of all the official and private correspondence of the time passed through his hands, Bourrienne occupied an invaluable position for storing and recording materials for history. The Memoirs of his successor, Meneval, are more those of an esteemed private secretary; yet, valuable and interesting as they are, they want the peculiarity of position which marks those of Bourrienne, who was a compound of secretary, minister, and friend. The accounts of such men as Miot de Melito, Raederer, etc., are most valuable, but these writers were not in that close contact with Napoleon enjoyed by Bourrienne. Bourrienne's position was simply unique, and we can only regret that he did not occupy it till the end of the Empire. Thus it is natural that his Memoirs should have been largely used by historians, and to properly understand the history of the time, they must be read by all students. They are indeed full of interest for every one. But they also require to be read with great caution. When we meet with praise of Napoleon, we may generally believe it, for, as Thiers (Consulat., ii. 279) says, Bourrienne need be little suspected on this side, for although he owed everything to Napoleon, he has not seemed to remember it. But very often in passages in which blame is thrown on Napoleon, Bourrienne speaks, partly with much of the natural bitterness of a former and discarded friend, and partly with the curious mixed feeling which even the brothers of Napoleon display in their Memoirs, pride in the wonderful abilities evinced by the man with whom he was allied, and jealousy at the way in which he was outshone by the man he had in youth regarded as inferior to himself. Sometimes also we may even suspect the praise. Thus when Bourrienne defends Napoleon for giving, as he alleges, poison to the sick at Jaffa, a doubt arises whether his object was to really defend what to most Englishmen of this day, with remembrances of the deeds and resolutions of the Indian Mutiny, will seem an act to be pardoned, if not approved; or whether he was more anxious to fix the committal of the act on Napoleon at a time when public opinion loudly blamed it. The same may be said of his defence of the massacre of the prisoners of Jaffa./0/84204/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fe89b0f2b467304cf36bf106aee7404&imageMogr2/format/webp)
