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Review (Now I Am Paper): POIGNANT & BEAUTIFUL POETRY & ILLUSTRATIONS

 Love this review, written by prolific author Marta Moran Bishop,  for my Children's book, Now I Am Paper,

M. M. Bishop5.0 out of 5 stars POIGNANT & BEAUTIFUL POETRY & ILLUSTRATIONS

Reviewed in the United States on June 30, 2025

Format: KindleVerified PurchaseMs. Poznansky’s new children’s book, Now I am Paper (Imaginata) is a splendidly written book and illustrated book, that takes you on a journey into the heart and soul of a tree.

The moving poetry speaks of the loneliness of the tree when the child has left it behind, and the birds no longer come to the nests they had left behind.

It took me straight into the spirit and thoughts of the tree, and I loved every word and water colour painting.

I adore Ms. Poznansky’s lyrical writing style, it always takes me into new worlds and brings me into each character and the story or in this case the tree, and I live it for a while. This book will stay with me for a very long time.

What can be worse than an accident?

Rhythms of footfalls are intensifying outside my hospital room. It must be morning. Immobile, all I can do is count beats. I must have spent days here—who knows, maybe even weeks—or else I wouldn’t be able to tell time by means of listening to echoes. 

It’s a new skill, a new gain for me, barely significant enough to offset the loss of something far more important: my identity. Even so, I’m proud. I pat myself on the back. Mentally.

By their patter, I know that two pairs of shoes have just stepped into the room. It doesn’t take much to figure out who is standing in them. The two nurses prattle about having to change my feeding tube. In a blink, a craving comes over me. 

Oh, what I would give for a decent donut! I drool at the thought of dunking it into a bowl filled with smooth, warm, vanilla-flavored sugar glaze, then lifting it to my mouth for a quick lick. 

One of the nurses wipes the dribble off my chin. I wish she would stop handling me. I wish I could turn my head away.

Meanwhile, my stomach is growling. I’m so hungry. At this point, never mind pastry. I’ll take any real food—even peas and carrots, which normally I hate. Being able to chew them would cast me back among the living.

In this sorry state, I’ve come to acquire a new affinity with vegetables. Maybe they have feelings, too. Maybe they dread being poked about with a fork, just as much as I fear being injected. Maybe being sucked down that dark, cavernous windpipe to be consumed by something yet unknown is repulsive to them. I think that at long last, I understand carrots and peas. So no, I’m never going to put them in my mouth again. 

Seriously, I prefer donuts.

“Oh my! Accident?” asks one nurse, while pumping liquid food into my stomach with a syringe.

“No, worse than that,” says the other one. By comparison, her voice is lower and more mature. It is also secretive.

“What can be worse than an accident?”

“Don’t even ask.”

“Fine, then. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like, what d’you want to be, ten years from now?”

There’s a faint sound—maybe the older nurse is scratching her head—which leaves the question unanswered. 

Oh, the things I’d say, if only I could revive my vocal cords! I’d shout, “Ten years, are you kidding me? Who cares! I just want to make it through today!”

But on second thought, I want more than that, much more. I strain my vocal cords in a desperate attempt to cry out, “I want to wake up from this nightmare, at the snap of my fingers. I want to walk away from this bed. Most of all, I want to know who I am. Is that too much to ask?” 

Coma Confidential

(Volume I of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)

Paperback ★ Hardcover

Audiobook

Ash finds herself in the ER diagnosed with coma. She has no memory of what has happened to her, but what she can do--despite what everyone around her might think--is listen to the conversations of her visitors. Will she survive the power outage in the hospital and then, being kidnapped out of it? 

Review (Dancing with Air): War II love story with now and then richness

 Thank you Avid Reader for your review of Dancing with Air:

Avid Reader5.0 out of 5 stars War II love story with now and then richnessReviewed in the United States on June 10, 2025Format: Audible AudiobookA beautifully written and emotionally rich novel, *Dancing with Air* blends historical authenticity with lyrical prose and unforgettable characters. Set during WWII, this compelling love story captures both the intensity of romance and the stark realities of war. The Virtual Voice narrator brings the story to life with warmth and nuance, perfectly capturing the emotional depth and period atmosphere. Uvi Poznansky’s storytelling, vivid imagery, and poignant narration make this a moving and immersive listening experience.

Paper flower arrangement with fern leaves that rise to hug you

While my previous paper flower bouquets showcased the beauty of this or that flower, this flower arrangement contrasts textures and sizes of different flowers and greenery. Roses, jasmin and Japanese spider Chrysanthemums, set up atop fern leaves that rise to hug you.

In the background are my paper sculptures Lizard and Plucked Porcupine, and on the table beside the flower arrangement is my clay figurine, Yawn.
Below, you can see the paper cutouts, their lips tipped with white, before and after being shaped into petals, which is the point when the paper is reborn as a rose.

Review (for Overdue): Excellent writing by this talented author

 Great thanks to listener Zoe for this review of my thriller, Overdue:

Zoe J5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent audible

Reviewed in the United States on June 19, 2025

Format: Audible AudiobookExcellent writing by this talented author. Uvi does a marvelous job with her character and plot development. I opted to listen to an audio on this book and was pleased with the quality. As a listener, I believe there is more excitement if one can hear the story and place themselves in the situation. I can't imagine living the trauma that Ash did in this sizzling hot work. "Overdue" is not to be missed if you are a reader or listener who says, just one more chapter ... late into the night. As we all know when enjoying a great novel, sleep is highly over rated. Easy 5 stars for creativity and entertainment value.

Beginnings of my paper bouquet with Japanese Spider Chrysanthemums

I'm starting to create a large bouquet with paper flowers of contrasting shapes and textures. The first type of flowers I created are Japanese Spider Chrysanthemums. They are characterized by their long, tubular petals that resemble spider legs, and creating them is highly time consuming because each petal needs to be individually rolled between my fingers, then the tip needs to be rolled in and the entire set curled before being glued in place.  

Review (Dancing with Air): "Her music conquered me..."

LISTENERSusan Ricci
Dancing with AirWWII Love StoryBy: Uvi PoznanskyNarrated by: Virtual Voice





 "Her music conquered me..." Overall      5 out of 5 starsPerformance      5 out of 5 starsStory      5 out of 5 stars

Reviewed: 06-06-25

Dancing with Air is the love story between Natasha and Ben, which begins during World War II, and is the sequel to The Music of Us.

I am smitten with the convenience of listening to Audible books, such as this spectacular tale. The narration is very well done and allows me to feel the emotions of the characters, Natasha and Ben extremely well. 
Lenny is getting ready to take Natasha for an X-ray of her brain, as her doctor suspects she is suffering from the onset of Alzheimer’s. Their son, Ben has left home, and Lenny is troubled about how he will manage Natasha’s care if she has this disease, while exploring his inner honesty to the extent of worrying about who will care for him.

Because I don’t offer reviews with spoilers, suffice it to say I’ve been a fan of this talented author for many years and will continue to embrace her work. Dancing With Air is a thriller, romance, and espionage read all in one – it touches all the feels as well as all of my favorite genres.

Five stars for a gripping, beautifully narrated Audible story that has so much to offer. Bravo, Ms. Poznansky, for the emotionally entertaining time I spent listening to Dancing With Air. This is a tale worthy of your consideration, and I promise you won’t be disappointed with this historical accounting of these two precious souls.

Everyone knew she was homesick

My mother, you ask? She was—how shall I say it?—different. No woman among us in the camp, or out there in the grazing fields, was as captivating as her. 

It was not just her beauty, nor was it the regal manner in which she carried herself, as if her tent served only as a temporary, makeshift shelter, a place to stay until the completion of some new, modern wing in an imaginary palace. If there was something that set her apart from all other women, it was her garments.

She would never wear a burka, unlike my grandmother Sarah, bless her soul, who must be turning in her grave, horrified at the thought of modesty lost. Instead of the traditional loose clothes covering the entire body, my mother adorned herself with exotic silks, bought from merchants in Damascus, which hugged her figure tightly. The silks, I mean—not the merchants. 

She collected an array of translucent, sheer veils of fantastic rainbow colors, which she wore, I am told, on her wedding night. My father found it enchanting. The first time he had actually seen her face was, of course, the morning after. With the veil removed, she had fainted upon seeing him. It was not the excitement of first love. No—it must have been the corset, a tight undergarment contraption which, according to gossip, she had brought with her from the North, to keep her figure in shape.  

Everyone knew she was homesick. It was no secret she would have done anything, back then, for a trip back home—but this being the middle of nowhere, far away from the towns and the settlements, out there in the densely populated regions to the west of us, there was no bus to be found. And my father insisted that a plane ticket was out of the question. 

So instead, my mother decided to acquire stuff: ornamental purses of different shapes and sizes, an assortment of extravagant fur hats, imported from her faraway birthplace, and numerous pairs of snakeskin shoes with high heels, which were ill suited to the desert sand—all of which caused a stir among the local people. 

A Favorite Son

Paperback ★ Hardcover

Audiobook

In this plot of mistaken identity, Becky instructs her son to cheat his elderly father Isaac, who is lying on his deathbed. Will Jacob pretend to be that which he is not? Is he ready for the last moment he is going to have with his father?

★★★★★ "A lively psychological study of family and of greed and longing for paternal love and more. It works spectacularly well."

A bouquet of daisies and cornflowers

No, I didn't just come back from a trip to a field of daisies and cornflowers...  I wrapped the glass jar in brown satin ribbon just to obscure (if only for a minute) the lack of water in it, because these flowers are made of crepe paper and tender loving care.

Irises: I'm fascinated by the process of creation

Changing paper into life is what fascinates me during the creation of these Irises. At first the stem is straight and looks 'mechanical and the paper is flat and lifeless, but little by little they dance their way into the realm of nature, into beauty...