My Dearest Readers,
My bookclub friend and I have been on a morbid streak this year. Remember how last year all we read were books on WWII? Our reading choices for 2017 have largely dealt with the topic of tragedy. This greatly disturbed me. Why has it so enamored us? Yet, as I contemplated, what can be a better topic for living in this world today? As we turn on our tvs and turn to the news, we are bombarded with stories of pain, hate, riots, killings, the list could go on. Today, we need all the encouragement and healing we can get. Katie Ganshert’s Life After delivers just that.
Because The Wishing Jar has been one of my favorites since last year, (you can read all about my enthusiasm in 2016 Favorites (Part One) ) sharing this book was very special to me. I gained so much encouragement from the pages and wished the same for my friends. It is my heartfelt desire for EVERYONE to read this ( I cannot keep the story to myself!) and hope you’ll be the next!
We our so proud of ourselves! Not only have we broken away from our WW2 novels but we’re actually studying a classic! A CLASSIC!!! Read more
Congratulate us my minions! After gleaning every last bit of wisdom from our WW2 novels, we bookclubers broke out of our mold and read something different. *applause* Read more
Is it morbid that our favorite books in bookclub are on World War Two and the Holocaust? I’m going to give you a math problem here (get your calculator ready). We have read nine books in total. Four have been World War Two/Holocaust stories. What percentage of books were on these topics? If my estimations are correct (and they rarely are), that’s roughly 50%. Read more
My soul has vanished within the pages, but it couldn’t be happier. The book introduced me to itself as a mutual friend of From Dust And Ashes. As Goyer’s second novel about Mauthausen concentration camp, I became overjoyed to know its acquaintance. Part One was a casual stroll meeting the new characters and generally getting to know the plot. It reminded me some of the previous book, but still contained its own personality. I sighed for days of yore, but still respected it as its own person. Part Two, we ran deeper into the woods until we were finally sucked in during Parts Three and Four. My soul, hand in hand with the book, has now been lost. Deep inside the recesses it fell in love with Night Song never to be seen again. Read more
It’s a queer thing a book. How can a few letters stuck together on pieces of tree have the power to make itself home in my heart? My soul has encountered a life changer. Read more
April 12, 9:00 AM marked the hour of pure bliss. Breakfast still stained my lips when I went to pick up the phone for our bimonthly meeting. Olive Oil answered on the other line and we promptly dove into our study on The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.