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June 6, 2013
Dreams of Joy by Lisa See
Dreams of Joy by Lisa See
Anyone who knows me and my husband, knows of our fascination with and love of all things Chinese. We've traveled around the world and one of our most memorable moments was standing on top of the Great Wall of China, soaking in the centuries of blood, sweat and tears of a civilization full of accomplishment and struggle. We were in awe of the history surrounding us and grateful for our freedom at home.
Joy is a twenty year old of Chinese heritage, raised in California. When she learns that her parents are not her biological parents, she rebels and sets off to China to find her real father. It is 1957 and Mao Zedong is in control. Finding her father, Z.G., is relatively easy since he is a famous artist in China. Foreigners are not able to move easily through the country so Z.G. takes her under his wing when he is forced to teach art to the peasants. Being young and idealistic, Joy joins the revolution in her homeland. Her assimilation into Chinese life, culture and politics proves to be much more than she bargained for.
Her mother, Pearl, follows to bring her back home. Their 3 year journey during the Great Leap Forward, takes them from the big city of Shanghai to a commune in the countryside. The basic necessities of living are controlled. At first Joy wants to return to her Chinese roots. As her freedom becomes increasingly restricted, she sees the danger she is in. The family pays a huge price in order to repair their past mistakes.
Dreams of Joy is the sequel to Shanghai Girls which is the story of Pearl and her sister May's journey from a China to America. Dreams of Joy brings the sisters full circle in their lives. I absolutely love to read about China and its culture. And Lisa See is my favorite. I'm not a serial reader but I have to admit I've read most of what Lisa See has written. She's a terrific writer and I love the subjects. I'm not as crazy about Dreams of Joy as I am about some of her other work. But in true Lisa See fashion I felt the love, hurt, joy and danger on every single page. And she kept me engaged right up to the very end.
Anyone who knows me and my husband, knows of our fascination with and love of all things Chinese. We've traveled around the world and one of our most memorable moments was standing on top of the Great Wall of China, soaking in the centuries of blood, sweat and tears of a civilization full of accomplishment and struggle. We were in awe of the history surrounding us and grateful for our freedom at home.
Joy is a twenty year old of Chinese heritage, raised in California. When she learns that her parents are not her biological parents, she rebels and sets off to China to find her real father. It is 1957 and Mao Zedong is in control. Finding her father, Z.G., is relatively easy since he is a famous artist in China. Foreigners are not able to move easily through the country so Z.G. takes her under his wing when he is forced to teach art to the peasants. Being young and idealistic, Joy joins the revolution in her homeland. Her assimilation into Chinese life, culture and politics proves to be much more than she bargained for.
Her mother, Pearl, follows to bring her back home. Their 3 year journey during the Great Leap Forward, takes them from the big city of Shanghai to a commune in the countryside. The basic necessities of living are controlled. At first Joy wants to return to her Chinese roots. As her freedom becomes increasingly restricted, she sees the danger she is in. The family pays a huge price in order to repair their past mistakes.
Dreams of Joy is the sequel to Shanghai Girls which is the story of Pearl and her sister May's journey from a China to America. Dreams of Joy brings the sisters full circle in their lives. I absolutely love to read about China and its culture. And Lisa See is my favorite. I'm not a serial reader but I have to admit I've read most of what Lisa See has written. She's a terrific writer and I love the subjects. I'm not as crazy about Dreams of Joy as I am about some of her other work. But in true Lisa See fashion I felt the love, hurt, joy and danger on every single page. And she kept me engaged right up to the very end.
May 27, 2013
If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan
If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan
Teenagers, Sahar and Nasrin have been best friends since they were six. They are also in love with each other, but Iran is a dangerous place for two women to be romantically linked. When Nasrin's parents announce her impending marriage, Sahar sets herself on a different path hoping it will mean she can be together with her one true love, forever.
Nasrin is a spoiled, wealthy, brat and Sahar comes from a working class family. Nasrin's domineering and controlling mother calls all the shots in her life. Sahar's mother died several years earlier and her father is still grieving. Whatever advice she gets about life comes from her free wheeling, drug dealing cousin, Ari.
I believe that homosexuality is an important topic that needs to be discussed among young people. That this story is set in Iran succeeds in adding to the tension. These two girls faced a crossroad in a culture that could offer little in the way of options. But I felt that none of the characters were very likeable and that the girl's relationship was very one sided toward Sahar. Both of them were very immature. By the end I still didn't see that they had changed in any measurable way. I don't want to give anything away, but story's ending didn't fit with the characters that had been presented to the reader in the rest of the story.
If You Could Be Mine is an thought provoking story for young people who are struggling to find themselves and their own sexuality. For me as a reader, the characters themselves were not believable in their actions. But maybe that's because I am sure of who I am and I live in a country where there is not a complete acceptance of this lifestyle but there is an open and ongoing discussion.
Teenagers, Sahar and Nasrin have been best friends since they were six. They are also in love with each other, but Iran is a dangerous place for two women to be romantically linked. When Nasrin's parents announce her impending marriage, Sahar sets herself on a different path hoping it will mean she can be together with her one true love, forever.
Nasrin is a spoiled, wealthy, brat and Sahar comes from a working class family. Nasrin's domineering and controlling mother calls all the shots in her life. Sahar's mother died several years earlier and her father is still grieving. Whatever advice she gets about life comes from her free wheeling, drug dealing cousin, Ari.
I believe that homosexuality is an important topic that needs to be discussed among young people. That this story is set in Iran succeeds in adding to the tension. These two girls faced a crossroad in a culture that could offer little in the way of options. But I felt that none of the characters were very likeable and that the girl's relationship was very one sided toward Sahar. Both of them were very immature. By the end I still didn't see that they had changed in any measurable way. I don't want to give anything away, but story's ending didn't fit with the characters that had been presented to the reader in the rest of the story.
If You Could Be Mine is an thought provoking story for young people who are struggling to find themselves and their own sexuality. For me as a reader, the characters themselves were not believable in their actions. But maybe that's because I am sure of who I am and I live in a country where there is not a complete acceptance of this lifestyle but there is an open and ongoing discussion.
May 20, 2013
Crooked River by Shelley Pearsall
Crooked River by Shelley Pearsall
My sister who lives in Cleveland told me about Shelley Pearsall after she met her at an elementary school presentation where Shelley talked to the kids about her books. She showed the kids all of her rejection letters as she tried to get her work published. Shelley writes about Ohio, a state which I am nuts about. As a writer too, I'm always happy to know I am not alone in my struggle to be published. What better reason than those to read a book.
Crooked River is a young adult novel set in 1812 in a settlement in Ohio. The story is told through the eyes of thirteen year old, Rebecca and Indian John who is shackled in the loft of the family's cabin. Her angry and demanding father, Major Carver has charge of the Indian accused of murdering a trapper, while awaiting trial. Her mother died in childbirth. She and her sister, Laura keep the household running and care for their little sister, Mercy. Rebecca is described as the one in the family with the soft heart and without a common language, she befriends Indian John by bringing him small gifts of a feather or acorn along with a bowl of food.
This is a beautifully written story. It is a story of injustice but also one of love and the strength of the human spirit. In each chapter the reader first hears Rebecca's point of view. And then Indian John tells his side of story through gorgeous poetry. The prose and the poetry compliment each other perfectly.
The author has done extensive research which she details at the end of the story. Her dedication to the historical side of this story is what brought it to life. I became a pioneer in Ohio in 1812, alongside Rebecca, gathering eggs, washing clothes, sweeping the dirt floors. Shelley Pearsall has a gift as a writer.
As a reviewer, I never like to reveal too much of the storyline. As a reader, I like the element of surprise. I like to tell a reader about the writing style and if the story is interesting and engaging. Crooked River is full of history and set in a time of change and struggle. And the story is full of emotion that will tug at your heartstrings. You won't want to put it down.
My sister who lives in Cleveland told me about Shelley Pearsall after she met her at an elementary school presentation where Shelley talked to the kids about her books. She showed the kids all of her rejection letters as she tried to get her work published. Shelley writes about Ohio, a state which I am nuts about. As a writer too, I'm always happy to know I am not alone in my struggle to be published. What better reason than those to read a book.
Crooked River is a young adult novel set in 1812 in a settlement in Ohio. The story is told through the eyes of thirteen year old, Rebecca and Indian John who is shackled in the loft of the family's cabin. Her angry and demanding father, Major Carver has charge of the Indian accused of murdering a trapper, while awaiting trial. Her mother died in childbirth. She and her sister, Laura keep the household running and care for their little sister, Mercy. Rebecca is described as the one in the family with the soft heart and without a common language, she befriends Indian John by bringing him small gifts of a feather or acorn along with a bowl of food.
This is a beautifully written story. It is a story of injustice but also one of love and the strength of the human spirit. In each chapter the reader first hears Rebecca's point of view. And then Indian John tells his side of story through gorgeous poetry. The prose and the poetry compliment each other perfectly.
The author has done extensive research which she details at the end of the story. Her dedication to the historical side of this story is what brought it to life. I became a pioneer in Ohio in 1812, alongside Rebecca, gathering eggs, washing clothes, sweeping the dirt floors. Shelley Pearsall has a gift as a writer.
As a reviewer, I never like to reveal too much of the storyline. As a reader, I like the element of surprise. I like to tell a reader about the writing style and if the story is interesting and engaging. Crooked River is full of history and set in a time of change and struggle. And the story is full of emotion that will tug at your heartstrings. You won't want to put it down.
May 16, 2013
Amity & Sorrow by Peggy Riley
Amity & Sorrow by Peggy Riley
Thank you to Netgalley for my advance reading copy. Release date February 11, 2014.
I have to admit, I didn't look closely enough at the cover of this book before I selected it. The cover is a big draw for me so that would be highly unusual. Based on the title, I figured this was a story about sisters and I like to read about sisters, since I have two of my own. Family dynamics can be interesting.
I started to read and thought, "What did I get myself in to?' But then I couldn't stop reading. Amity and Sorrow are sisters raised in a religious cult. Their father, Zachariah, and leader of the cult has proclaimed himself "God". Amaranth, the children's mother, leashed the girls together at the wrist, packed them in a stolen car and started driving in order to escape, . They end up on Bradley's failing farm somewhere in Oklahoma when she crashes the vehicle into a tree. A new world they have been sheltered from opens up in different ways for each of them.
I don't want to reveal any more of this story because I love to read a book that surprises me. Amity & Sorrow revealed something unexpected on each turn of the page. The author tells this emotional story by moving from the present to the past and back again. The characters were full of emotion, each having processed life in the cult in a different way. Riley expertly broke down the rules followed in the restricted cult by exposing the sisters to books, television, and a way of life they knew nothing about.
Amity & Sorrow pulled me in and never let go. I was so invested in this story, I didn't want it to end. This is not the kind of storyline I would choose to read but the author brought it to life for me in a highly creative way. Brilliant.
Thank you to Netgalley for my advance reading copy. Release date February 11, 2014.
I have to admit, I didn't look closely enough at the cover of this book before I selected it. The cover is a big draw for me so that would be highly unusual. Based on the title, I figured this was a story about sisters and I like to read about sisters, since I have two of my own. Family dynamics can be interesting.
I started to read and thought, "What did I get myself in to?' But then I couldn't stop reading. Amity and Sorrow are sisters raised in a religious cult. Their father, Zachariah, and leader of the cult has proclaimed himself "God". Amaranth, the children's mother, leashed the girls together at the wrist, packed them in a stolen car and started driving in order to escape, . They end up on Bradley's failing farm somewhere in Oklahoma when she crashes the vehicle into a tree. A new world they have been sheltered from opens up in different ways for each of them.
I don't want to reveal any more of this story because I love to read a book that surprises me. Amity & Sorrow revealed something unexpected on each turn of the page. The author tells this emotional story by moving from the present to the past and back again. The characters were full of emotion, each having processed life in the cult in a different way. Riley expertly broke down the rules followed in the restricted cult by exposing the sisters to books, television, and a way of life they knew nothing about.
Amity & Sorrow pulled me in and never let go. I was so invested in this story, I didn't want it to end. This is not the kind of storyline I would choose to read but the author brought it to life for me in a highly creative way. Brilliant.
May 10, 2013
The Old Mermaid's Tale by Kathleen Valentine
The Old Mermaid's Tale by Kathleen Valentine
I'm a nut about all things about Cleveland, the State of Ohio and the Great Lakes. Don't ask me why. I grew up in Cleveland and could have cared less while I lived there. Now that I've moved elsewhere, I'm fascinated by the rich history and culture of the area.
I believe I downloaded this book onto my Kindle some time ago. It was on sale and the mermaids called to me. Like my book shelves, titles also sit in the virtual world of my Kindle. A hard habit to break. The other night I was looking for something to read and for the first time noticed the subtitle. The Old Mermaid's Tale A Romance of the Great Lakes. That's all it took. I searched no further and began to read.
Clair has grown up on a farm in Ohio. She longs for something more from life. When she heads to a small private college on the shores of Lake Erie, her world suddenly expands beyond anything she has ever known. I liked Clair. She had a good solid head on her shoulders that became clouded by love as any college girl would. She makes friends and finds lovers in the less desirable neighborhoods along the shores of the lake. Clair loves the stories they can tell of life and loss at the hands of the powerful water comparing them to the yarns she heard as a child that the farmers spin.
The author did a wonderful job of setting the scenery in this novel. The characters were rich and believable. I wanted to know them. The only thing that didn't resonate with me was the relationship between Clair and Baptiste, the older French musician she cherished as her soul mate. Their story was the bulk of the novel. Their lovemaking over powered their relationship for me as a reader. Maybe that was just my interpretation since I wanted to read about the call of the lake just as the mermaid calls to a sailor. Often the sex took over and that wasn't what I was looking for when I chose to read The Old Mermaid's Tale.
If you long for romance, this tale has plenty. If you are being called to the power of the water, the mermaid had only a small role.
I'm a nut about all things about Cleveland, the State of Ohio and the Great Lakes. Don't ask me why. I grew up in Cleveland and could have cared less while I lived there. Now that I've moved elsewhere, I'm fascinated by the rich history and culture of the area.
I believe I downloaded this book onto my Kindle some time ago. It was on sale and the mermaids called to me. Like my book shelves, titles also sit in the virtual world of my Kindle. A hard habit to break. The other night I was looking for something to read and for the first time noticed the subtitle. The Old Mermaid's Tale A Romance of the Great Lakes. That's all it took. I searched no further and began to read.
Clair has grown up on a farm in Ohio. She longs for something more from life. When she heads to a small private college on the shores of Lake Erie, her world suddenly expands beyond anything she has ever known. I liked Clair. She had a good solid head on her shoulders that became clouded by love as any college girl would. She makes friends and finds lovers in the less desirable neighborhoods along the shores of the lake. Clair loves the stories they can tell of life and loss at the hands of the powerful water comparing them to the yarns she heard as a child that the farmers spin.
The author did a wonderful job of setting the scenery in this novel. The characters were rich and believable. I wanted to know them. The only thing that didn't resonate with me was the relationship between Clair and Baptiste, the older French musician she cherished as her soul mate. Their story was the bulk of the novel. Their lovemaking over powered their relationship for me as a reader. Maybe that was just my interpretation since I wanted to read about the call of the lake just as the mermaid calls to a sailor. Often the sex took over and that wasn't what I was looking for when I chose to read The Old Mermaid's Tale.
If you long for romance, this tale has plenty. If you are being called to the power of the water, the mermaid had only a small role.
May 1, 2013
Life After Life: A Novel by Jill McCorkle
Life After Life: A Novel by Jill McCorkle
I picked up this book for no other reason than I read an article about it in USA Today. Another book by the same name but a different author was released on the same day. It's highly unusual to have two books by the same title and then to have them both released on the same day must have had both of the authors in a tizzy.
I am reviewing Life After Life by Jill McCorkle. I plan to review Life After Life by Kate Atkinson at a another time. Even I couldn't resist downloading them both at the same time.
I chose to read Jill McCorkle's version first since it had to do with people living and dying in a retirement home. I've always had an affinity to old people, striking up conversations with them in stores and doctor's offices. With plenty of good stories to tell, I have ears to listen.
So did Joanna, the hospice volunteer who held their hands and wrote down their stories in her journal. A journal she kept that served to heal her own heart, her own life in her own way. The residents of Pine Haven have been drawn together by their old age. Sadie takes pictures of the residents, adds scenery of a place of they wanted to visit, creating a manufactured memory. Stanley fakes his dementia and a love of professional wrestling believing it will help his son move on from a troubled past. Rachel, from Massachusetts, comes to Pine Haven in North Carolina to be closer to a lover, whose memory she holds close. CJ is a young tattooed single mother, who washes the residents hair and polishes their nails. And then there is Abby, a young girl who walks from her house, through a cemetery to Pine Haven where she finds sanctuary from the constant arguments between her magician father and self centered mother.
McCorkle does a brilliant job of telling the story character by character, entwining each story together with a subtle thread, emphasis on the word 'subtle'. I love a book that I can't figure out. I never saw what was coming, letting out a gasp so loud the dog began to bark as if an intruder had burst through the front door.
Life After Life is a story of life, the good along with bad, touching followed by hurtful, laughter and tears. In other words, it has it all.
I picked up this book for no other reason than I read an article about it in USA Today. Another book by the same name but a different author was released on the same day. It's highly unusual to have two books by the same title and then to have them both released on the same day must have had both of the authors in a tizzy.
I am reviewing Life After Life by Jill McCorkle. I plan to review Life After Life by Kate Atkinson at a another time. Even I couldn't resist downloading them both at the same time.
I chose to read Jill McCorkle's version first since it had to do with people living and dying in a retirement home. I've always had an affinity to old people, striking up conversations with them in stores and doctor's offices. With plenty of good stories to tell, I have ears to listen.
So did Joanna, the hospice volunteer who held their hands and wrote down their stories in her journal. A journal she kept that served to heal her own heart, her own life in her own way. The residents of Pine Haven have been drawn together by their old age. Sadie takes pictures of the residents, adds scenery of a place of they wanted to visit, creating a manufactured memory. Stanley fakes his dementia and a love of professional wrestling believing it will help his son move on from a troubled past. Rachel, from Massachusetts, comes to Pine Haven in North Carolina to be closer to a lover, whose memory she holds close. CJ is a young tattooed single mother, who washes the residents hair and polishes their nails. And then there is Abby, a young girl who walks from her house, through a cemetery to Pine Haven where she finds sanctuary from the constant arguments between her magician father and self centered mother.
McCorkle does a brilliant job of telling the story character by character, entwining each story together with a subtle thread, emphasis on the word 'subtle'. I love a book that I can't figure out. I never saw what was coming, letting out a gasp so loud the dog began to bark as if an intruder had burst through the front door.
Life After Life is a story of life, the good along with bad, touching followed by hurtful, laughter and tears. In other words, it has it all.
April 22, 2013
Spring Cleaning
Tax season has totally consumed every fiber of my being. I haven't done much reading, writing or blogging since it began. This year things are winding down slowly however. I'm hoping the quick thud that in years past dropped me into a pool of uncertainty on April 16th, wondering what to do next with my life, won't materialize. Every April 15th I get fired from a job I love, and yanked away from good friends and teammates. It's not that I don't have things to do. I really don't like getting fired. In all my working years I'd never been fired. Laid off, yes. Fired no. Now it happens once a year. Like clockwork.
At the end of each tax season, I vow to do my spring cleaning. My office gets a good scrubbing. Dust, crumbs and scraps of paper from hastily scribbled notes pile up in 4 months time. I also make my way through the closets, drawers and cupboards. Yesterday I decided to start my chores by straightening out the bathroom vanity.
In one big sweep I pushed everything out of the bottom of the vanity onto the floor, vacuumed out the crumbs and wiped it clean. Then I proceeded to look at each item before deciding if it should return to its place of shelter or head for the garbage dump. Two large bottles of hand lotion headed back in. I cleaned out my ears with an errant Qtip. Three bottles of perfume I love, but rarely wear, were saved. I gave myself a little spritz. Next, I came across a packet of soothing mud masque, opened it and slathered it all over my face. I love the feeling of a masque drying on my face. I dug some teeth whitening strips out of the pile. One upper, one lower went in my mouth. I opened a bottle of soothing peppermint foot lotion, generously rubbing it on my feet before realizing I desperately needed a pedicure. A few more items were saved and many more went into the trash can.
"Linda, where are you?" I heard Richard calling me.
"In the bathroom," I yelled back.
I turned to look up at him standing in the doorway. His eyes got big, he shuffled his feet and began to sing.
"Mammy, how I love ya, how I love ya. My dear ole, Mammy."
I fell back onto my pile of beauty products, laughing.
Today my face is as soft as a baby's bottom, my smile is brighter and I smell like fresh flowers. And my best friend is right here ready to make me laugh at a moments notice. Maybe getting fired is not so bad after all.
At the end of each tax season, I vow to do my spring cleaning. My office gets a good scrubbing. Dust, crumbs and scraps of paper from hastily scribbled notes pile up in 4 months time. I also make my way through the closets, drawers and cupboards. Yesterday I decided to start my chores by straightening out the bathroom vanity.
In one big sweep I pushed everything out of the bottom of the vanity onto the floor, vacuumed out the crumbs and wiped it clean. Then I proceeded to look at each item before deciding if it should return to its place of shelter or head for the garbage dump. Two large bottles of hand lotion headed back in. I cleaned out my ears with an errant Qtip. Three bottles of perfume I love, but rarely wear, were saved. I gave myself a little spritz. Next, I came across a packet of soothing mud masque, opened it and slathered it all over my face. I love the feeling of a masque drying on my face. I dug some teeth whitening strips out of the pile. One upper, one lower went in my mouth. I opened a bottle of soothing peppermint foot lotion, generously rubbing it on my feet before realizing I desperately needed a pedicure. A few more items were saved and many more went into the trash can.
"Linda, where are you?" I heard Richard calling me.
"In the bathroom," I yelled back.
I turned to look up at him standing in the doorway. His eyes got big, he shuffled his feet and began to sing.
"Mammy, how I love ya, how I love ya. My dear ole, Mammy."
I fell back onto my pile of beauty products, laughing.
Today my face is as soft as a baby's bottom, my smile is brighter and I smell like fresh flowers. And my best friend is right here ready to make me laugh at a moments notice. Maybe getting fired is not so bad after all.
April 2, 2013
Still Points North by Leigh Newman
Still Points North by Leigh Newman
I've been reading alot of memoirs lately. I'm studying the genre in hopes of writing my own memoir someday. A story about a girl growing up in Alaska peaked my interest.
Leigh Newman is a child growing up in Alaska, fishing for salmon with her father, in their secret spots only accessible in his float plane. A milestone for a kid in Alaska is catching her first king, a momentous occasion. But when her parents divorce and she has to spend her time between Anchorage where all is familiar and Baltimore where all is a mystery. Leigh struggles to fit in.
I loved the first part of this book told through the eyes of a little girl. Quite abruptly the story moved into adulthood, falling in love, getting married. Yes, all those things happen in a girl's life. The telling of the story however, suffered. To me it was as if a different writer stepped in to finish. I felt the story lacked direction. By the end of the book, I was left wondering what was the thread that was supposed to hold it all together.
Many things drew me to this story, Alaska, memoirs, the title. The author has a strong voice and a very easy writing style. But at the end I was left wondering what still pointed north.
I've been reading alot of memoirs lately. I'm studying the genre in hopes of writing my own memoir someday. A story about a girl growing up in Alaska peaked my interest.
Leigh Newman is a child growing up in Alaska, fishing for salmon with her father, in their secret spots only accessible in his float plane. A milestone for a kid in Alaska is catching her first king, a momentous occasion. But when her parents divorce and she has to spend her time between Anchorage where all is familiar and Baltimore where all is a mystery. Leigh struggles to fit in.
I loved the first part of this book told through the eyes of a little girl. Quite abruptly the story moved into adulthood, falling in love, getting married. Yes, all those things happen in a girl's life. The telling of the story however, suffered. To me it was as if a different writer stepped in to finish. I felt the story lacked direction. By the end of the book, I was left wondering what was the thread that was supposed to hold it all together.
Many things drew me to this story, Alaska, memoirs, the title. The author has a strong voice and a very easy writing style. But at the end I was left wondering what still pointed north.
March 22, 2013
Help. Thanks. Wow by Anne Lamotte
Help. Thanks. Wow. by Anne Lamotte
I love Anne Lamotte. My friend, April got me hooked on Bird By Bird. Another friend, Audrey told me about Help. Thanks. Wow. When she told it was written by Anne Lamotte, I rushed out for a copy. Anne is so funny and more importantly, so real. I now know Anne Lamotte is in my circle of friends even though we've never met. This book is subtitled The Three Essential Prayers. Little did I know I'd been praying these prayers all along.
Help. We ask God for help all the time. Anne says she asks God to help her not be such an ass. I've prayed that prayer more than once in my life. More than once in a day, in an hour even at times. When saying the Lord's Prayer, God's name is Howard. You know the line, Howard be thy name. it's odd how things stick in your head. As a child learning this prayer in Sunday school, I had not a clue what the work "hallowed" meant. In my effort to even pronounce the word, it stuck in my head as "Hallow Wed". Well into my adulthood, I never made the correction to my pronunciation. It didn't really matter anyway, because I was raised Presbyterian. We say forgive us our debts not forgive us our trespasses, so I never said the prayer out loud.
Thanks. When the car zooms past us in the intersection narrowly averting disaster, we take a deep breath and say "Thank you, God for saving me". He hears us and gives us more time to do our good here on earth. People come into our lives for a reason. Some for a minute, some for years and even when we may not want them. But we need to give thanks for the lesson, the protection, the love, the guidance they are offering us.
Wow. Anne talks about wow and awe. They are two little words, same number of letters, same height, same impact. We need to go outside and say "Wow!" when we watch the sunrise of soft pinks and oranges, hear birds sweetly singing, or make a wish upon a glittering star. These are God's creations. Let's never take for granted the wonder of them. Say "Wow!" God hears you.
Anne Lamotte will make you laugh and bring a tear to your eye. She will also walk you a little bit further on your own spiritual path, with three simple words. Help. Thanks. Wow!
I love Anne Lamotte. My friend, April got me hooked on Bird By Bird. Another friend, Audrey told me about Help. Thanks. Wow. When she told it was written by Anne Lamotte, I rushed out for a copy. Anne is so funny and more importantly, so real. I now know Anne Lamotte is in my circle of friends even though we've never met. This book is subtitled The Three Essential Prayers. Little did I know I'd been praying these prayers all along.
Help. We ask God for help all the time. Anne says she asks God to help her not be such an ass. I've prayed that prayer more than once in my life. More than once in a day, in an hour even at times. When saying the Lord's Prayer, God's name is Howard. You know the line, Howard be thy name. it's odd how things stick in your head. As a child learning this prayer in Sunday school, I had not a clue what the work "hallowed" meant. In my effort to even pronounce the word, it stuck in my head as "Hallow Wed". Well into my adulthood, I never made the correction to my pronunciation. It didn't really matter anyway, because I was raised Presbyterian. We say forgive us our debts not forgive us our trespasses, so I never said the prayer out loud.
Thanks. When the car zooms past us in the intersection narrowly averting disaster, we take a deep breath and say "Thank you, God for saving me". He hears us and gives us more time to do our good here on earth. People come into our lives for a reason. Some for a minute, some for years and even when we may not want them. But we need to give thanks for the lesson, the protection, the love, the guidance they are offering us.
Wow. Anne talks about wow and awe. They are two little words, same number of letters, same height, same impact. We need to go outside and say "Wow!" when we watch the sunrise of soft pinks and oranges, hear birds sweetly singing, or make a wish upon a glittering star. These are God's creations. Let's never take for granted the wonder of them. Say "Wow!" God hears you.
Anne Lamotte will make you laugh and bring a tear to your eye. She will also walk you a little bit further on your own spiritual path, with three simple words. Help. Thanks. Wow!
The Invisible Girls by Sarah Thebarge
The Invisible Girls by Sarah Thebarge
Thank you to Netgalley and Faith Words for my advance reading copy.
Publication Date: April 16, 2013
Sarah's story is quite incredible really. At 27 she is diagnosed with a highly aggressive form of breast cancer. At the brink of a promising future as a physician's assistant, newly engaged to the love of her life, discovering her passion for writing, Sarah's world comes crashing down around her. Her struggle to put the pieces back together leads her to Portland, Oregon where by chance she lands in the arms of a family of Somali immigrants.
Actually they land in her arms and who needs who more is the story's question. Poor, not understanding the language or culture in America, it is practically impossible for the mother to navigate the never ending red tape of the welfare system. Sarah enters a world she knows nothing about and tries to change things by bringing food, teaching the girls proper hygiene, taking them out to play. Until one day they suddenly move to Seattle into what they consider a more stable safety net of other Somali immigrants.
A piece of Sarah's story was her dream to become a medical journalist. I felt the writing lacked alot of that passion. She spoke of the girl's clothing, the Somali dress, yet I had trouble imagining how they might look in their colorful and dirty native dress among the jeans and T-shirts of America. Sarah wrote that the children were constantly getting her own clothes dirty when they came close. And yet I have no real description in my mind of how any of them looked. And then I recalled a scene when Sarah's parent's sent her off to college in a dress from the Goodwill that was four sizes too big.
For different reasons, Sarah and her Somali family had learned how to blend in to remain safe and secure in a big and scary world. Finding each other put them on a path out of the cloak of darkness. That's why they call themselves The Invisible Girls. My bet is they are invisible no more.
Thank you to Netgalley and Faith Words for my advance reading copy.
Publication Date: April 16, 2013
Sarah's story is quite incredible really. At 27 she is diagnosed with a highly aggressive form of breast cancer. At the brink of a promising future as a physician's assistant, newly engaged to the love of her life, discovering her passion for writing, Sarah's world comes crashing down around her. Her struggle to put the pieces back together leads her to Portland, Oregon where by chance she lands in the arms of a family of Somali immigrants.
Actually they land in her arms and who needs who more is the story's question. Poor, not understanding the language or culture in America, it is practically impossible for the mother to navigate the never ending red tape of the welfare system. Sarah enters a world she knows nothing about and tries to change things by bringing food, teaching the girls proper hygiene, taking them out to play. Until one day they suddenly move to Seattle into what they consider a more stable safety net of other Somali immigrants.
A piece of Sarah's story was her dream to become a medical journalist. I felt the writing lacked alot of that passion. She spoke of the girl's clothing, the Somali dress, yet I had trouble imagining how they might look in their colorful and dirty native dress among the jeans and T-shirts of America. Sarah wrote that the children were constantly getting her own clothes dirty when they came close. And yet I have no real description in my mind of how any of them looked. And then I recalled a scene when Sarah's parent's sent her off to college in a dress from the Goodwill that was four sizes too big.
For different reasons, Sarah and her Somali family had learned how to blend in to remain safe and secure in a big and scary world. Finding each other put them on a path out of the cloak of darkness. That's why they call themselves The Invisible Girls. My bet is they are invisible no more.
