And So We Say Farewell to Another Year of Bookclub

If we had a theme for this past year, I’d say it was finding joy in the midst of trials. We learned about fighting the wars within ourselves and coming out the victor instead of the victim. Ironically, the books might not have even been about that topic, but they lead into such discussions. From there, we always came back feeling rejuvenated and hopeful. Take a look through these books and maybe you’ll come back feeling the same way.

The only books that are not shown is The Christmas Cat by Melody Carlson because I borrowed that one and The Wishing Jar by Penelope J. Stokes because it is being borrowed.
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Quote Challenge: Day One

I owe my new blogging buddy, Writing Like Crazy a huge thank you for choosing me to do this challenge.How fun!!! 😀

I know I’m really supposed to find one quote per day….but I found two instead. O:)

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Have we not seen this with both the Nazis and within terrorism? Interestingly enough, Heine’s books were burned during the Nazi’s campaign to erase un-german philosophy.

 

On a related note….

 

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What is a dictatorial government’s first line of defense? A lot of the times, it’s ignorance. The public must not be able to think for themselves but instead be told what to think. Why do you think North Korea has banned the classics and other books from the West? What would have happened if Heine’s quote would have been found in Nazi Germany? Horror upon horrors: would it have been taken seriously? Would someone have actually started thinking? OOOOH, scary!!! It’s simple: read a book, stop a dictator. 😉

 

Now, the hardest decision of the day: who to tag?

A Glimpse of Starlight

Read Nothing Yet

The Clipped Butterfly

 

 

 

His Music Could Not Be Stolen

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