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Review: The Beauty Book, by Nancy Rue

Reviewing this particular book may seem a little strange for me. However, I have a young daughter, now entering that age of transition from little girl to ....well, that next stage should be interesting.

One of the key elements of this next stage is that girls tend to pay more attention to how they look. It's no surprise that our culture has skewed this just a bit. It's my job as dad to help my girl understand what's important and what's not when it comes to outward appearances. Nancy Rue's "The Beauty Book" is a great way to help keep things in perspective.

Rue has written some fiction books featuring a character named Lily. This book, while non-fiction, uses Lily and her friends to help the reader focus on God’s idea of inner and outer beauty.

It's not a preachy book. It's appropriately fun, full of quizzes and other activities. And as I said, it keeps a focus on the right thing: how God created beauty, and how if we keep His perspective on the topic, we'll be alright.

The publisher's website says "This unique and creative book for girls ages 7–11 answers the common questions girls ask during this often confusing and overwhelming stage in their lives in an inviting and conversational manner."

Exactly. That sums it up very well.

Disclaimer: Thomas Nelson's Booksneeze program allowed me to have a free electronic copy of this book for review purposes. The opinions expressed are my own.

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