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Life Is in the Transitions: Mastering Change at Any Age (ebook)
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avg rating 3.94 — 3,270 ratings — published 2020
In the Company of Women: Inspiration and Advice from over 100 Makers, Artists, and Entrepreneurs (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.10 — 3,054 ratings — published 2016
The Complete Stories (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.38 — 41,035 ratings — published 1971
Trick (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 3.71 — 4,147 ratings — published 2016
The Complete Stories (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.36 — 4,225 ratings — published 2015
Crystal Line (Crystal Singer, #3)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 4.07 — 13,001 ratings — published 1994
A Day at the Beach (Sherman's Lagoon, #9)
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avg rating 4.36 — 80 ratings — published 2005
Surf's Up! (Sherman's Lagoon #6)
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avg rating 4.34 — 73 ratings — published 2003
Greetings from Sherman's Lagoon (Sherman's Lagoon, #5)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 4.35 — 89 ratings — published 2002
The Shark Diaries (Sherman's Lagoon, #7)
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avg rating 4.37 — 92 ratings — published 2003
Poodle: The Other White Meat (Sherman's Lagoon, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 4.25 — 133 ratings — published 1999
Sherman's Lagoon: Ate That, What's Next? (Sherman's Lagoon, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 4.18 — 151 ratings — published 1997
An Illustrated Guide to Shark Etiquette (Sherman's Lagoon, #3)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 4.28 — 88 ratings — published 2000
Another Day in Paradise (Sherman's Lagoon, #4)
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avg rating 4.32 — 80 ratings — published 2001
The Renegades of Pern (Pern, #10)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 3.93 — 21,399 ratings — published 1989
The Thanksgiving Day from the Black Lagoon (Black Lagoon Adventures, No. 16)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 3.77 — 142 ratings — published 2009
The Science Fair from the Black Lagoon (Black Lagoon Adventures, #4)
by (shelved 1 time as lagoon)
avg rating 3.88 — 378 ratings — published 2004
The Principal from the Black Lagoon (Black Lagoon, #2)
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avg rating 4.13 — 1,371 ratings — published 1993
Murder at the Sleepy Lagoon: Zoot Suits, Race, and Riot in Wartime L.A. (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.88 — 60 ratings — published 2003
The School Nurse from the Black Lagoon (Black Lagoon, #4)
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avg rating 4.10 — 804 ratings — published 1995
“Perhaps the best place to forage was our lagoon, an oval of protected water, ringed by rocks and fed by a narrow channel that churned with the tide. You could spend your whole day harvesting there. Along the shore were wild onions and sea asparagus and the grassy stalks of sea plantains; under the beach rocks were tiny black crabs no bigger than my thumbnail. The boulders that lined the shores were packed with barnacles and mussels, and the seaweed came in infinite varieties. My favorite was bladderwrack, with its little balloons that popped in your mouth and left the smell of salt behind.”
― The Scent Keeper
― The Scent Keeper
“A paradisiacal lagoon lay below them. The water was an unbelievable, unreal turquoise, its surface so still that every feature of the bottom could be admired in magnified detail: colorful pebbles, bright red kelp, fish as pretty and colorful as the jungle birds. A waterfall on the far side fell softly from a height of at least twenty feet. A triple rainbow graced its frothy bottom. Large boulders stuck out of the water at seemingly random intervals, black and sun-warmed and extremely inviting, like they had been placed there on purpose by some ancient giant.
And on these were the mermaids.
Wendy gasped at their beauty.
Their tails were all colors of the rainbow, somehow managing not to look tawdry or clownish. Deep royal blue, glittery emerald green, coral red, anemone purple. Slick and wet and as beautifully real as the salmon Wendy's father had once caught on holiday in Scotland. Shining and voluptuously alive.
The mermaids were rather scandalously naked except for a few who wore carefully placed shells and starfish, although their hair did afford some measure of decorum as it trailed down their torsos. Their locks were long and thick and sinuous and mostly the same shades as their tails. Some had very tightly coiled curls, some had braids. Some had decorated their tresses with limpets and bright hibiscus flowers.
Their "human" skins were familiar tones: dark brown to pale white, pink and beige and golden and everything in between. Their eyes were also familiar eye colors but strangely clear and flat. Either depthless or extremely shallow depending on how one stared.
They sang, they brushed their hair, they played in the water. In short, they did everything mythical and magical mermaids were supposed to do, laughing and splashing as they did.
"Oh!" Wendy whispered. "They're-" And then she stopped.
Tinker Bell was giving her a funny look. An unhappy funny look.
The mermaids were beautiful. Indescribably, perfectly beautiful. They glowed and were radiant and seemed to suck up every ray of sun and sparkle of water; Wendy found she had no interest looking anywhere else.”
― Straight On Till Morning
And on these were the mermaids.
Wendy gasped at their beauty.
Their tails were all colors of the rainbow, somehow managing not to look tawdry or clownish. Deep royal blue, glittery emerald green, coral red, anemone purple. Slick and wet and as beautifully real as the salmon Wendy's father had once caught on holiday in Scotland. Shining and voluptuously alive.
The mermaids were rather scandalously naked except for a few who wore carefully placed shells and starfish, although their hair did afford some measure of decorum as it trailed down their torsos. Their locks were long and thick and sinuous and mostly the same shades as their tails. Some had very tightly coiled curls, some had braids. Some had decorated their tresses with limpets and bright hibiscus flowers.
Their "human" skins were familiar tones: dark brown to pale white, pink and beige and golden and everything in between. Their eyes were also familiar eye colors but strangely clear and flat. Either depthless or extremely shallow depending on how one stared.
They sang, they brushed their hair, they played in the water. In short, they did everything mythical and magical mermaids were supposed to do, laughing and splashing as they did.
"Oh!" Wendy whispered. "They're-" And then she stopped.
Tinker Bell was giving her a funny look. An unhappy funny look.
The mermaids were beautiful. Indescribably, perfectly beautiful. They glowed and were radiant and seemed to suck up every ray of sun and sparkle of water; Wendy found she had no interest looking anywhere else.”
― Straight On Till Morning
