“In order to learn what it means to be a woman, we must start with the One who made her.” Working from Scripture, well-known speaker and author Elisabeth Elliot shares her observations and experiences in a number of essays on what it means to be a Christian woman, whether single, married, or widowed. 1. The God who is in charge -- 2. Not who am I? but whose am I? -- 3. Where to hang your soul -- 4. A daughter, not a Son -- 5. Creation, woman for man -- 6. Jellyfish and pride -- 7. The right kind of pride -- 8. The weight of wings -- 9. Single life, a gift -- 10. One day at a time -- 11. Trust for separation -- 12. Self discipline and order -- 13. Whose battle? -- 14. Freedom through discipline -- 15. God sets no traps -- 16. A paradoxical principle -- 17. Masculine and feminine -- 18. The soul is feminine -- 19. Is submission stifling? -- 20. Twenty questions -- 21. A choice is a limitation -- 22. Commitment, gratitude, dependence -- 23. You marry a sinner -- 24. You marry a man -- 25. You marry a husband -- 26. You marry a person -- 27. Forsaking all others -- 28. Dynamic, not static -- 29. A union -- 30. A mirror -- 31. A vocation -- 32. What makes a marriage work -- 33. Acceptance of divine order -- 34. Equality is not a Christian ideal -- 35. Heirs of grace -- 36. Proportional equality -- 37. The humility of ceremony -- 38. Authority -- 39. Subordination -- 40. The restraint of power -- 41. Strength by constraint -- 42. Masters of ourselves -- 43. A universe of harmony -- 44. Be a real woman -- 45. The courage of the creator -- 46. The inner sanctum -- 47. Loyalty -- 48. Love is action -- 49. Love means a cross

Shirley Jackson’s beloved gothic tale of a peculiar girl named Merricat and her family’s dark secret Taking readers deep into a labyrinth of dark neurosis, We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a deliciously unsettling novel about a perverse, isolated, and possibly murderous family and the struggle that ensues when a cousin arrives at their estate. This edition features a new introduction by Jonathan Lethem.

Shirley Jackson’s beloved gothic tale of a peculiar girl named Merricat and her family’s dark secret Taking readers deep into a labyrinth of dark neurosis, We Have Always Lived in the Castle is a deliciously unsettling novel about a perverse, isolated, and possibly murderous family and the struggle that ensues when a cousin arrives at their estate. This edition features a new introduction by Jonathan Lethem.

I live in the wilderness by choice. I’m no good with people.But when a terrified young woman knocks on my cabin door, I have no choice but to offer her shelter.She’s a puzzle. Lost and exhausted in the Arctic circle, with nothing but a ratty backpack and a torn winter coat.And it takes me way too long to notice—she doesn’t speak. She can’t speak. My sweet little runaway is mute.That’s fine. She has no reason to fear me. And no reason to be ashamed.We’ll be scarred together.Because she’s not leaving. It’s not safe out there.And she’s mine.Arctic Star is a short and steamy instalove, with a big, gruff hero and his runaway love.

I live in the wilderness by choice. I’m no good with people.But when a terrified young woman knocks on my cabin door, I have no choice but to offer her shelter.She’s a puzzle. Lost and exhausted in the Arctic circle, with nothing but a ratty backpack and a torn winter coat.And it takes me way too long to notice—she doesn’t speak. She can’t speak. My sweet little runaway is mute.That’s fine. She has no reason to fear me. And no reason to be ashamed.We’ll be scarred together.Because she’s not leaving. It’s not safe out there.And she’s mine.Arctic Star is a short and steamy instalove, with a big, gruff hero and his runaway love.

My older brother means the world to me. I owe him everything.But if he knew the filthy daydreams I have of his best friend… he’d never look at me the same way.Damian is steady. Rugged and manly. Tailor-made to make me sigh. So when my brother invites me on a sailing trip and says Damian will be there…I can’t resist. I need him near.It’s silly. Because when Damian looks at me, he still sees a little girl. So I’m stuck out on the ocean with only my sketchbook to console me, drawing us together as I wish it could be.Desperate. Primal. Nothing between us but skin.Except I’m careless with my sketchbook. I leave it lying around on deck. And soon Damian looks at me differently, too.Like I’m forbidden.But too tempting to resist.Ocean Jewel is a short and steamy instalove romance. Contains a protective alpha hero, a determined younger heroine, and all the delicious longing of forbidden love.

“This is a book about Heaven,” says Jayber Crow, “but I must say too that . . . I have wondered sometimes if it would not finally turn out to be a book about Hell.” It is 1932 and he has returned to his native Port William to become the town's barber. Orphaned at age ten, Jayber Crow’s acquaintance with loneliness and want have made him a patient observer of the human animal, in both its goodness and frailty. He began his search as a "pre-ministerial student" at Pigeonville College. There, freedom met with new burdens and a young man needed more than a mirror to find himself. But the beginning of that finding was a short conversation with "Old Grit," his profound professor of New Testament Greek. "You have been given questions to which you cannot be given answers. You will have to live them out―perhaps a little at a time." "And how long is that going to take?" "I don't know. As long as you live, perhaps." "That could be a long time." "I will tell you a further mystery," he said. "It may take longer." Wendell Berry’s clear-sighted depiction of humanity’s gifts―love and loss, joy and despair―is seen though his intimate knowledge of the Port William Membership.

Who chooses to fall in love with a beast? That's the question that Thatcher has been asking himself for years. It's why he doesn't date, has never tried to find his fated mate, and rarely leaves his home. He knows what he is and he can't bear to see the looks he gets whenever he goes out. He's content with his life of solitude. Until she shows up. Clara Young. She's the beauty to his beast, his fated mate, but Thatcher knows that this isn't a fairytale. She's stuck here because of the winter storm but, eventually, she'll leave him, just like everyone else.