<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981</id><updated>2012-01-15T15:42:11.968-06:00</updated><category term='The Lights of Home'/><category term='Rocky Mountain Oasis'/><category term='The Centurion&apos;s Wife'/><category term='Hungry River'/><category term='Everybody Loved Roger Harden'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='The Last Cordate'/><category term='The Hidden Flame'/><category term='Singing in Babylon'/><category term='Saving Cicadas'/><category term='Sara&apos;s Laughter'/><category term='Field of Blood'/><category term='Heroes of Old'/><category term='Mixed Signals'/><category term='Pilgrimage'/><category 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Forever'/><category term='Lost Mission'/><category term='Witness'/><category term='House of Dark Shadows'/><category term='The Master&apos;s Wall'/><category term='No Child of Mine'/><category term='Presumed Guilty'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Everybody Called Her a Saint'/><category term='Disciple'/><category term='Culpa'/><category term='Exposure'/><category term='From Dust and Ashes'/><category term='The Bone Box'/><category term='Bookends'/><category term='Pearl In the Sand'/><category term='The Other Daughter'/><category term='Everybody Wanted Room 623'/><category term='Here Burns My Candle'/><category term='The Shape of Mercy'/><title type='text'>It Is To Write</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the synopsis to &lt;em&gt;Sara's Laughter&lt;/em&gt;, the allegory was obvious, the storyline intriguing. And the allusion to Abraham and Sarah was indeed a true one; however, the way it manifested itself in Mr. Milton's story was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, a young New Yorker, is unable to get pregnant. First her husband has a dream that she'll have a baby, then, later, she has the same dream. Physiologically, it would take a miracle; however, history holds evidence of such miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sara's sister, who does not want a child, becomes pregnant, they reach an&amp;nbsp;agreement that seems to suit all. When that dream collapses, Sara is left at a loss. What happens next, though, forms the crux of the story, and Sara learns something interesting about herself through the ordeal that shakes her self-image and affects the strained relationship she's had with her sister throughout her life. The story takes place in both the present and the past, the switching between which might cause a little puzzlement with some readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is well conceived, although the way it's delivered may be troublesome to many readers of this blog. The more tenderhearted of readers may become disconcerted with the profanity and spots of crass humor. The main characters deal with heady subjects like troubled family relationships, fornication, adultery&amp;nbsp;and abortion. These topics are rendered in a way many will consider to be realistic, others not so. That impression will probably depend upon the circles one runs in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Milton does not shy away from an even discussion of the above topics; however, it's difficult to isolate his views on some of these subjects, Indeed,&amp;nbsp;that may well be part of his design, to leave the results of the debate up to his reader. The evenness is largely delivered through fast-paced dialog, which is well written but unvarnished. Quite simply put, it will likely appeal to those more used to a worldly handing of such moral topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was provided free of charge for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6314817014239161905?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6314817014239161905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6314817014239161905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6314817014239161905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6314817014239161905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2012/01/saras-laughter-by-tom-milton-nepperhan.html' title='Sara&apos;s Laughter, by Tom Milton (Nepperhan Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAH0QvTHwk/TxM_fO96WyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/p-tO-JwUmec/s72-c/scan0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-821180608441378101</id><published>2011-12-01T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:30:29.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Lady, Great Author, Great Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Please scroll to the bottom of this page for a really important notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-821180608441378101?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/821180608441378101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=821180608441378101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/821180608441378101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/821180608441378101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-lady-great-author-great-cause.html' title='Great Lady, Great Author, Great Cause'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-9036131496322167159</id><published>2011-11-12T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:31:08.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><title type='text'>Lost, by Ed Lewis (Cape Arago Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqR_JVsqRZg/Tr59vz_NS8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/VMczmQZ8qAU/s1600/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqR_JVsqRZg/Tr59vz_NS8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/VMczmQZ8qAU/s200/lost.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A storyline you don't expect; a tale you won't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capearagopress.com/"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Mr. Lewis treats us to glimpses of the past, present, and a possible future, and ties them together in an intriguing tale that juxtaposes deception&amp;nbsp;with integrity, and grief with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story opens with an engaging monolog by a minor--or at least, not-as-major--character, who sets the stage with glimpse into the past and its application to the present. Then we're off and running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief visit to Delhi, India, where a top-secret scientific breakthrough lauches us into the initial foray between deception and integrity. Dr. "Derek" has invented&amp;nbsp;the capability every military commander in the world covets. Today, that translates to untold billions of dollars for the firm that can bring it from the laboratory to the battlefield. And Mr. Winston Ridgely of the RCI Corporation intends to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to Pine Crest, Oregon, where Viet Nam veteran, now newspaper owner/editor, Tom Jenkins and his wife, Marty share a quiet life--a life that is about to be turned upside down. Marty embarks on an Alaskan cruise as a member of a singing group.&amp;nbsp;Then, only a couple of days out, the&amp;nbsp;ship runs afoul of RCI's field-testing their newly acquired&amp;nbsp;capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter grief vs. hope. The Coast Guard gives up on the chances that there are any survivors, but Tom can't let&amp;nbsp;go of&amp;nbsp;the feeling that Marty is still alive. His conviction sends him on a mission that ranges from the cruise line's home office in London, England, to Oregon's backwoods. Driven by his obsession, he ignores the sentiments piling up against him by well meaning friends&amp;nbsp;who counsel him to move on, that he must reconcile himself to his wife's death. He just can't do that--oh, did I mention his granddaughter was also on the cruise? Yeah. Now you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is right: Tom or everyone else? What really happened to the &lt;em&gt;Paradise Voyager&lt;/em&gt;, its passengers and crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lewis toys with mysticism, but not too much; flirts with science fiction, but doesn't cross the genre line. What he does is produce a unique story that pits the staying power of love and devotion against the forces of 'fate' manipulated by the&amp;nbsp;intervention of greedy men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well researched and thoughtfully written, this is a story you'll ponder well beyond the final page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-9036131496322167159?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/9036131496322167159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=9036131496322167159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/9036131496322167159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/9036131496322167159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-by-ed-lewis-e-book-cape-arago.html' title='Lost, by Ed Lewis (Cape Arago Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aqR_JVsqRZg/Tr59vz_NS8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/VMczmQZ8qAU/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4044758366217858153</id><published>2011-11-09T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:01:02.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Tomorrow, by Cathy West (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gt0fuVCVfo/Trnsxyf5vYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VB60pJy3rO0/s1600/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gt0fuVCVfo/Trnsxyf5vYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VB60pJy3rO0/s1600/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1954, Malcolm Taylor, a noted foreign-affairs journalist, kissed his  daughter at the front door, said goodbye, and promised to come back. He  didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1967, Kristin Taylor, a budding novice journalist, followed her father's  trail to find out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So begins a gritty and heart-rending tale of integrity, faith  and perseverance in two war-torn countries: Vietnam and the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Saigon, Kristin meets up--or rather, is forced into reluctant  collaboration--with Luke Maddox, a photojournalist who irks Kristin in just  about every way imaginable. And she reciprocates. Little do either of them know  that Kristin's determination to follow through on a story her father had begun  the previous decade and Luke's hidden past are intertwined. Finally, her  self-imposed assignment, an expos&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;on  a secret war within a war, threatens to explode both of their worlds, which have  now become one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, Kristin excels in her honest portrayal  of a conflict gone so wrong, endearing herself to the men she has come to  respect and love.  Personally, she doesn't do so well in shielding her emotions  from the horror engulfing a nation she has also come to love. From the trauma of  a blood-spattered field hospital, to the heat of battle at a forward fire base,  to the precious and precarious existence of a Saigon orphanage, Kristin learns  the hard way how to survive physically, mentally and emotionally in an  environment man was never meant to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love-hate relationship  with Luke comes to a head, then Kristin is forced to return to the States. Like  most veterans of that conflict, part of her she leaves in Vietnam, part of  Vietnam she brings home with her. And life is never again the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.  West delivers an honest, compelling, and very well written tale of war and the  aftermath of war. But it's not a mere blood-and-guts story. It's one of hope.  She shows us how love and faith have curious and unexpected ways of sprouting  even in the most barren soil. &lt;em&gt;Yesterday's Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; will leave you very  satisfied at its conclusion, but don't expect the path to be strewn with rose  petals. Few paths to meaningful destinations are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an endnote, Ms. West  is represented by Rachelle Gardner of the Wordserve Literary Agency. Neither Ms.  Gardner nor Wordserve are known for tolerating mediocrity. In Catherine West,  and &lt;em&gt;Yesterday's Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;, they've advanced their excellent reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a re-post of the ARC review I wrote prior to the book's release for Ms. West's blog tour. And yes, the story is just as good now as it was when I first read it.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4044758366217858153?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4044758366217858153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4044758366217858153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4044758366217858153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4044758366217858153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterdays-tomorrow-by-cathy-west.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Tomorrow, by Cathy West (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gt0fuVCVfo/Trnsxyf5vYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VB60pJy3rO0/s72-c/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1148004748730609753</id><published>2011-09-26T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:39:56.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Step Away'/><title type='text'>1 Step Away, by Eric Wilson (Bay Forest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PLU6WaBZWo/ToD1h78VXPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O2Js9VPDqMY/s1600/step.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PLU6WaBZWo/ToD1h78VXPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O2Js9VPDqMY/s200/step.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why didn't &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think of this? What a great premise--one that every Christian should consider; a book every American Christian should read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wilson has taken the age-old story of Job and turned it on its head. What if--just what if a man who had very little in the way of material wealth suddenly came into a fortune? How would it affect his faith? Could this windfall do to him what the deprivation of wealth failed to do to Job? And what if the same spirit who was behind Job's story were also behind this one? You see where this is going? Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vreeland family is being watched. Their 'doom' is being plotted. They have little to their name, scraping to make ends meet, until...well, until $6,000,000 is unexpectedly dropped into their laps. All the expected emotions emerge: wonder, excitement, perhaps a little trepidation. But emotions are only the vehicles that transport action. What will they do with this fortune? What will it do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wilson covers all the angles, as the pressures of a sudden shift in socio-economic status takes its toll on the family of Bret and Sara Vreeland. The decisions they make in the face of this pressure will not only determine the future of their family, but reveal the substance of their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting? Sound like a nice, but rather linear plot? It might be in the hands of a lesser author than Eric Wilson. But what I haven't told you is the one-two punch poised before the Vreelands' noses, the seemingly apparent plotline that suddenly diverges into two threads, and what you thought was predictable is anything but that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only an entertaining novel, it's a study in human nature. Worthy of individual contemplation and group discussion, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Step-Away-Numbers-Eric-Wilson/dp/1613280149/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1314762664&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;1 Step Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; offers a lot in 379 pages. You can't help but put yourself in the place of the Vreelands, and, instead of asking yourself, "Man, what would I do with all that money?" you ask "Man, what would I do &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; all that money?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;1 Step Away&lt;/em&gt; may surprise you with your own answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended. Get the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And watch the&amp;nbsp;trailer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuq3tB09rZQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1148004748730609753?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1148004748730609753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1148004748730609753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1148004748730609753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1148004748730609753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/09/1-step-away-by-eric-wilson-bay-forest.html' title='1 Step Away, by Eric Wilson (Bay Forest)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PLU6WaBZWo/ToD1h78VXPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O2Js9VPDqMY/s72-c/step.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-437747503209518494</id><published>2011-08-25T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:09:11.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lights of Home'/><title type='text'>The Lights of Home, by Amanda Morgan (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n82DCTbjSx0/TlbkpqdrqTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/822GeUC1ODY/s1600/Lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n82DCTbjSx0/TlbkpqdrqTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/822GeUC1ODY/s200/Lights.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Lights of Home&lt;/em&gt;, Ms. Morgan links past and present tales--with a supernatural twist--in the fiction-fertile soil of Washington State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in the series "Legends of the Sanctuary Tree," &lt;em&gt;The Lights of Home&lt;/em&gt; finds archaeologist Jill Reade coming into an unexpected inheritance: a bed &amp;amp; breakfast she neither has the time for, nor really even wants. Circumstances beyond her control (but not beyond God's) strand her at the property, where she meets&amp;nbsp;a supporting cast of quirky characters, all of whom try their best to convince her to keep the estate--all but one, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd &lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, unexplainable, bring the disparate group together where they must rely on each other for both emotional and physical survival. What Jill learns from them sparks her transformation from a&amp;nbsp;blunt stalwart loner to a ... well, you'll see what she becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurking in the background all the while are shadowy figures&amp;nbsp;of the past, who contribute their own unique influence not only to Jill's change of heart, but to all those they touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Morgan has a gift for description and is clearly familiar with the setting in which her story takes place. Her vivid&amp;nbsp;imagery transports you from snow-bound forests to pine glens ripe with summer life--and portrays the drama of nature and life played through both. If you love the mountains of the Pacific Northwest, or think you might, &lt;em&gt;The Lights of Home&lt;/em&gt; will provide a satisfying read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lights of Home&lt;/em&gt; was provided free of charge for this review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-437747503209518494?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/437747503209518494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=437747503209518494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/437747503209518494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/437747503209518494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/08/lights-of-home-by-amanda-morgan-oaktara.html' title='The Lights of Home, by Amanda Morgan (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n82DCTbjSx0/TlbkpqdrqTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/822GeUC1ODY/s72-c/Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4048697960646877218</id><published>2011-07-18T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T03:15:41.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deception Pass'/><title type='text'>Deception Pass, by Vanessa Tyler (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phCSj7WdUmA/TiTgDIor2wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B8tJh3XVTIo/s1600/DecPass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phCSj7WdUmA/TiTgDIor2wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B8tJh3XVTIo/s200/DecPass.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deception Pass&lt;/em&gt; is a gently written tale of acceptance and grace. Set on Whidbey Island, tucked into Washington State's Puget Sound, we follow newcomer Calla Livingston who has come to tutor the children of a prominent family of the island--until it's discovered that she's half Cherokee, half white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tumultuous past between the white settlers and the native Indians of Whidbey Island leaves her ostracized by both sides as a 'half-breed'. Now jobless, and with no prospect of fitting into society, Calla is determined to return back East to her widowed father. Accepting a kind gentleman's offer to live on his property and keep house for him, while earning her return fare sewing for a local seamstress, Calla begins to settle into life on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time softens her resolve to leave, as does her encounter with the elusive Aaron Dutch, a native who had been adopted into the family of a local lumber merchant. Secrets in his past and uncertainty in her future jostle their blossoming relationship, until it begins to crumble when Aaron is suddenly accused of murder. Does she follow her heart, or heed the warnings of what seems to be a condemning array of evidence mounting against this enigmatic and troubled young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in the pages of &lt;em&gt;Deception Pass&lt;/em&gt;, not on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: OakTara provided a free copy of this book for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4048697960646877218?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4048697960646877218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4048697960646877218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4048697960646877218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4048697960646877218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/07/deception-pass-by-vanessa-tyler-oaktara.html' title='Deception Pass, by Vanessa Tyler (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phCSj7WdUmA/TiTgDIor2wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B8tJh3XVTIo/s72-c/DecPass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7190262970918478912</id><published>2011-07-16T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:00:15.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Child of Mine'/><title type='text'>No Child of Mine, by Kelly Irvin (Five Star Publishing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfbmvJH87G4/Th5CDx0bb8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/9QWKYue3noM/s1600/No+Child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfbmvJH87G4/Th5CDx0bb8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/9QWKYue3noM/s200/No+Child.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect sequel to&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_886849791"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20Deadly%20Wilderness"&gt;A Deadly Wilderness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Irvin takes us once again to the the stark outskirts of San Antonio, Texas, where an unforgiving wilderness hides a horrible secret--one that history now threatens to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery of a shallow grave containing the remains of a five-year-old murder launches a team of homicide detectives&amp;nbsp;and a deputy sheriff on a manhunt for the perpetrator. A simultaneous kidnapping splits the team's efforts between bringing to justice the murderer and the kidnapper. Their quandry: how to prioritize their time between the case of a living victim and a dead one. Seems like a simple answer, save the niggling uneasiness among the lawmen that the two crimes may well be related. For both of them involve young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense personal issues, as well as awkward professional and interpersonal relations, among the team's members complicate the intertwined investigations. And hovering over these issues is the lingering promise of faith and the consequences of denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Irvin ramps up the tension at a measured pace until the pedal is against the metal and you best not let go of the steering wheel. If it reaches that point while you're settling down for a little&amp;nbsp;bedtime reading, as it did for me, plan on a late night. It's just going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cover image implies, this is an advance reader's copy. &lt;em&gt;No Child of Mine&lt;/em&gt; is due for release in August 2011. Glad I got a sneak preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7190262970918478912?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7190262970918478912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7190262970918478912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7190262970918478912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7190262970918478912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-child-of-mine-by-kelly-irvin-five.html' title='No Child of Mine, by Kelly Irvin (Five Star Publishing)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfbmvJH87G4/Th5CDx0bb8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/9QWKYue3noM/s72-c/No+Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8176718618361006445</id><published>2011-07-13T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:16:02.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Interview for "Katia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TV interview about "Katia" is playing today and tomorrow at &lt;a href="http://www.theauthorsshow.com/"&gt;http://www.theauthorsshow.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Click on The Authors TV Show link in red font at the top of the home page. Kinda fun! Hope you'll take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8176718618361006445?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8176718618361006445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8176718618361006445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8176718618361006445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8176718618361006445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/07/tv-interview-for-katia.html' title='TV Interview for &quot;Katia&quot;'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6426340457305689526</id><published>2011-07-11T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:32:55.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Time and Eternity'/><title type='text'>For Time and Eternity, by Allison Pittman (Tyndale House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdotpzcRgj8/Thtrj_6R7hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VhUgRqFHsuk/s1600/for_time_and_eternity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdotpzcRgj8/Thtrj_6R7hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VhUgRqFHsuk/s200/for_time_and_eternity.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Allison Pittman is another gifted author who has no need of a review from me. But I'm writing one because I really just need to. Don't ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ms. Pittman tackles a subject only a motivated and knowledgeable writer can handle well: Mormonism and Christianity. More people have gut-level reactions than erudite opinions on the subject, and I was among them until I read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;For Time and Eternity&lt;/em&gt; is gutsy, fair, and extremely well written--oh, and don't forget entertaining. That's probably why it's a 2011 Christy Award finalist. It's neither a treatise nor an expos&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é, but rather a heart-gripping and heart-warming story of culture and faith, but mostly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Camilla Deardon is a Christian girl growing up in an austere pioneer environment--an environment that lends its austerity to the Christian instruction she receives from her stalwart mother, and enforced by her strict father. A Mormon encampment abuts their property, providing her the opportunity to observe from a distance their orderly and devout ways. It also provides her the opportunity to meet Nathan Fox, a young orphaned man rescued by a Mormon preacher from the streets back East with his sister Rachel. Mormonism's emphasis on community and&amp;nbsp;familial love&amp;nbsp;envelopes Nathan, he adopts the Prophet's teachings wholeheartedly, and is on his way to the new Zion at the shores of The Great Salt Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A series of events thrusts Camilla into Nathan's arms and into the Mormon community, and she leaves her family and cleaves to her new love. Nathan's and Camilla's young family flourishes in the close community...until. It's the "until" that turns the heart-warming into the heart-gripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ms. Pittman bestows on the reader more than insight into the early Mormon culture, more than a love story in search of a happy ending, but also an honest portrayal of a clash of faiths that engenders the gut-level reaction. Happily, it converts that reaction to the erudite opinion in an honest appeal to both the mind and the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Time and Eternity&lt;/em&gt; is the first in the Sister-Bride series. The ending of the book will have you tapping your fingers on the table waiting for the sequel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6426340457305689526?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6426340457305689526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6426340457305689526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6426340457305689526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6426340457305689526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-time-and-eternity-by-allison.html' title='For Time and Eternity, by Allison Pittman (Tyndale House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdotpzcRgj8/Thtrj_6R7hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VhUgRqFHsuk/s72-c/for_time_and_eternity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-919103745551958095</id><published>2011-06-20T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:40:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I had the privilege of being interviewed regardin &lt;em&gt;Katia &lt;/em&gt;on The Christian Author's Show, which is being aired today and tomorrow at &lt;a href="http://www.thechristianauthorsshow.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.thechristianauthors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;show.com/&lt;/a&gt;. They did a great job editing. Please stop by and listen in. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-919103745551958095?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/919103745551958095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=919103745551958095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/919103745551958095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/919103745551958095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/06/radio-interview.html' title='Radio Interview'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2466906153123204917</id><published>2011-06-11T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:29:13.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After too long of a silence, wanted you all to know that the sequel to &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt; (working title &lt;em&gt;For Maria&lt;/em&gt;) is in it's fourth edit. This one has been as difficult to write as &lt;em&gt;Katia &lt;/em&gt;was easy, for reasons I hope you'll understand when you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for Madeline and Brendon's life together, as well as the story of Lilli-Anna and Kammbrie, the lost twins. Those of you who read &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt; will get this right away. If you haven't read &lt;em&gt;Katia,&lt;/em&gt; well just shame on you! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2466906153123204917?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2466906153123204917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2466906153123204917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2466906153123204917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2466906153123204917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6870716465938958278</id><published>2011-05-16T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:20:13.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick of Time'/><title type='text'>Nick of Time, by Tim Downs (Thomas Nelson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdqPfdo4U7g/TdG7FEzgmbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HCRfS1kDC8M/s1600/NickOfTime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdqPfdo4U7g/TdG7FEzgmbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HCRfS1kDC8M/s200/NickOfTime.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nick-Time-Bug-Man-Novel/dp/1595543104/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1305591841&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is without a doubt one of the most entertaining books I've read in a long time. Storyline, writing style, characterization, message--it's got it all. I knew after&amp;nbsp;two chapters that even if I hated the rest of the book, it was still well worth the cover price;&amp;nbsp;a safe assertion, as I was certain that worst-case scenario would not materialize. And of course it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Nick Polchak is a quirky, single-track-minded&amp;nbsp;forensic entomologist with a sardonic wit as dry as the months-old &lt;em&gt;puparia&lt;/em&gt; littering his college professor's desk, his car, and his life. Uh huh, forensic entomologist--solving crimes one bug at a time. He and &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Stones%20Cry%20Out"&gt;Raleigh Harmon&lt;/a&gt; would get along famously, probably be engaged by the end of their second week&amp;nbsp;if they didn't kill each other by the end of the first.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Strike that last sentence. Nick's already engaged. You're safe, Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Nick's &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;fiancée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alena Savard. Just-as-quirky Alena&amp;nbsp;lives alone on the top of a hill. Well, almost alone. She has 41 dogs, at last count. And she trains them. No, not like rolling over and playing dead, but rather like pinpointing where someone else has rolled over and really died. Fun stuff like that. Oh, and she's r-e-a-l-l-y good at it. One snap of the fingers and a subtle hand motion, and one of her dogs could probably finish typing this review faster and better than I can. (Okay, no wisecracks necessary...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's proposal of marriage to Alena shocked them both. And he's pretty sure that he really wants to be married. It's the 'pretty' part that gets him into trouble. The week of his wedding, when it appears that one of his friends and colleagues is murdered, Nick figures he has enough time to do some sleuthing out of respect to his friend and still be back in plenty of time for the ceremony. Alena is less confident both that he really wants to be married and that he will make it back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stage is set for a rollercoaster ride of a tale that has you laughing out loud on one page (multiple times) and sobering under a subtle revelation of human nature on the next. A huge twist toward the&amp;nbsp;end brings you to a screeching halt, gives you a moment to scratch your head in disbelief, and then plunges off at bumblebee velocity in a completely different direction with you in hot pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy a great crime thriller laced seamlessly with insightful human interest, and one&amp;nbsp;that is pristinely written for the genre and voice, there is simply no other option than to get this book. You just can't &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; read it. Go ahead. Try me. See if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: despite what I said about being worth the cover price, I'm obligated to mention that Thomas Nelson sent me this copy free of charge to review. It was a good move on their part, because they've garnered at least one more Tim Downs fan who will be purchasing more of his books quite promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6870716465938958278?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6870716465938958278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6870716465938958278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6870716465938958278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6870716465938958278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/05/nick-of-time-by-tim-downs-thomas-nelson.html' title='Nick of Time, by Tim Downs (Thomas Nelson)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdqPfdo4U7g/TdG7FEzgmbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HCRfS1kDC8M/s72-c/NickOfTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1738620781288229640</id><published>2011-05-13T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:20:26.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apostle'/><title type='text'>Apostle, by Ed Lewis (Cape Arago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbKLaX2RgZ0/TcnHNcq5P4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AnK3Hl6G7YQ/s1600/apostle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbKLaX2RgZ0/TcnHNcq5P4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AnK3Hl6G7YQ/s200/apostle.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capearagopress.com/"&gt;Click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The first two installments to the “The Seeds of Christianity” series, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Witness&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Disciple&lt;/i&gt;, set the expectations bar high. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Apostle&lt;/i&gt; clears it with room to spare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was like a long-awaited reunion with dear friends when Rivka’s and Shem’uel’s names first appeared in this, Mr. Lewis’ most recent historical novel based upon the first-century founding of the Church. Having fled persecution in Jerusalem, the family travels to Antioch, where Shem’uel becomes the fledgling congregation’s senior elder, their &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;episkipos&lt;/i&gt;. A supporting cast of memorable characters emerges one by one as the Gospel takes root and grows in the unlikeliest of spiritual and societal soil. Historical figures like Simon Peter, Paul and Barnabas blend effortlessly in with the fictional characters as they transit Antioch on their missions to plant and nurture the Way throughout the known world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A true delight of “The Seeds of Christianity” is not just the great storyline, but the historical setting the author so brilliantly depicts. Mr. Lewis has one foot planted firmly in an ancient history class and the other in a creative writing class. And he’s acing both courses. You feel the heat of the potter’s kiln on your face and the and cool of the wine grapes on your bare feet as everyday life in the ancient Middle East comes alive on each page. We help Paul construct his tentmaker’s loom and Hadassah knead her barley bread, all the while learning a stark lesson in what daily survival demanded of the first &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Christenoi&lt;/i&gt;. The joy of the lesson, though, lies in the tale and the prose, both of which Mr. Lewis crafts as skillfully as Paul did his tents and Hadassah her loaves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;If you like a good story enhanced by a good education, the “The Seeds of Christianity” series is a sure bet for your money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1738620781288229640?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1738620781288229640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1738620781288229640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1738620781288229640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1738620781288229640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/05/apostle-by-ed-lewis-cape-arago.html' title='Apostle, by Ed Lewis (Cape Arago)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbKLaX2RgZ0/TcnHNcq5P4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AnK3Hl6G7YQ/s72-c/apostle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2171581471763085306</id><published>2011-05-09T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:23:43.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><title type='text'>Peace, by Jeff Nesbit (Summerside)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdDbWWZvW5o/TchpAJIQNBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5dJCFOi5eO4/s1600/Peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdDbWWZvW5o/TchpAJIQNBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5dJCFOi5eO4/s200/Peace.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peace-Jeff-Nesbit/dp/1609360435/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1304982398&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Imagine a Joel Rosenberg and Tom Clancy collaboration, add intensity, and you have Jeff Nesbit's &lt;em&gt;Peace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A page-turner that blends a geo-political-techno thriller with human interest and spiritual introspection, &lt;em&gt;Peace&lt;/em&gt; offers a realistic look at the fragility of the Middle Eastern balance of power, if it can be considered a balance. Sound dry? Oh my, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What carries Mr. Nesbit's work beyond a scholarly treatise in &lt;em&gt;Foreign Affairs&lt;/em&gt; is a gripping storyline that spans the gamut from the pristine Oval Office to a squalid covert prison camp in North Korea, the ornate halls of the Kremlin to a dusty tribal village in Malawi. What's surprising in that lopsided contrast is just who exerts more influence over the outcome of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like international thrillers that take you through scenarios seemingly impossible to resolve--but plausible to conceive--drenched in suspense and intrigue, you've got a treat in store for you&amp;nbsp;in the pages of &lt;em&gt;Peace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2171581471763085306?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2171581471763085306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2171581471763085306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2171581471763085306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2171581471763085306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/05/peace-by-jeff-nesbit-summerside.html' title='Peace, by Jeff Nesbit (Summerside)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdDbWWZvW5o/TchpAJIQNBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5dJCFOi5eO4/s72-c/Peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5785030758625179089</id><published>2011-04-19T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:30:08.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing in Babylon'/><title type='text'>Singing in Babylon, by Ann Galia O’Barr (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG8NMt-g24E/Ta4vSgqMQrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/V5nGwb5LnsQ/s1600/Babylon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG8NMt-g24E/Ta4vSgqMQrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/V5nGwb5LnsQ/s200/Babylon.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anngayliaobarr.com/"&gt;Click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kate McCormack is a college graduate seeking a meaningful profession and relief from beneath suffocating debt. She travels unwarily far beyond her cultural and spiritual comfort zones to satisfy both goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Tangvald is a journalist on assignment for a foreign affairs magazine seeking professional recognition and relief from a failed personal and spiritual past. He immerses himself in his work to satisfy both goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate’s and Philip’s respective quests bring them together in the unlikeliest of places: Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Neither of them are prepared for the other. Each of them needs the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Ms. O’Barr begins a story of maturation and self-discovery steeped in cultural and spiritual nuance. Arriving fresh to teach English to Middle Eastern female students, sheltered Kate nearly goes into shock confronted by the stifling environment of a single woman in an Islamic state. Philip rescues the hapless Kate from more than one social misstep, in the process becoming drawn to the young woman, the last thing he wants to happen. Kate finds his rescues annoying, but discovers herself warming to him, also the last thing on her agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they live what it means to be an expatriated Christian in a Muslim culture. His assignment on immigration trends—both legal and illegal—exposes their hearts to a world they previously only knew in their heads. Ms. O’Barr’s personal knowledge of the issues involved from her experience as a foreign service officer in the Middle East lend authenticity to the story. Her ability to portray this so well as a writer brings the issues home in an engaging way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought-provoking, even-handed look at faith, culture and love, &lt;em&gt;Singing In Babylon&lt;/em&gt; provides solid fodder for personal reflection and group discussion. Beware, though, that some of that reflection and discussion will be uncomfortable—as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5785030758625179089?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5785030758625179089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5785030758625179089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5785030758625179089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5785030758625179089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/04/singing-in-babylon-by-ann-galia-obarr.html' title='Singing in Babylon, by Ann Galia O’Barr (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG8NMt-g24E/Ta4vSgqMQrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/V5nGwb5LnsQ/s72-c/Babylon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3062608502695937772</id><published>2011-04-09T20:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:33:43.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine Is the Night'/><title type='text'>Mine Is the Night, by Liz Curtis Higgs (WaterBrook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1410271678"&gt;﻿&lt;/a&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;span id="goog_1410271688"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1410271713"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-ZDVu_sdtQ/TYu976OIGSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_Idho9sVj_Q/s200/mine_is_the_night.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mine-Night-Liz-Curtis-Higgs/dp/1400070023/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1301004261&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿I buy Liz Curtis Higgs' books just for the sheer joy of reading Liz Curtis Higgs. It really doesn't matter what she writes--well, it least it hasn't thus far (now don't go silly on me, Liz...)--it just matters that she writes. There, now that &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; out of the way, let's get to the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First a disclaimer: I acknowledge that the cover--as nice as it is--puts my guy card in mortal danger. But if I can read this book on a Lifecycle at a military gym every afternoon and escape unscathed, y'all can cut me some slack, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now, where was I? Oh, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of all Ms. Higgs' Scotland-series books, &lt;em&gt;Mine is the Night&lt;/em&gt; was my favorite. The prequel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Here Burns My Candle&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;runs a close second, but &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; is the clear winner. Picking up where &lt;em&gt;Candle&lt;/em&gt; left off, Marjory Kerr, newly stripped of her nobility due to her support of the ill-fated Jacobite cause, flees Edinburgh to her hometown of Selkirk. With her is daughter-in-law Elizabeth Kerr, still in mourning from the loss of her husband in the battle at Fallkirk. With nowhere to go and nothing to her dishonored&amp;nbsp;name, Marjorie finds a hostess in her cousin Anne, who begrudgingly takes them into her extremely modest dwelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Marjorie adapts her self-centered lifestyle to menial service in the home while Elizabeth supplements their meager income plying her needle and thread. Enter the Admiral Lord Jack Buchanan, Selkirk's newest resident, retired from a distinguished and highly profitable career in the service of King George's navy. Lord Buchanan needs a dressmaker to outfit his domestic staff, and Elizabeth needs work. What blossoms in the ensuing months of Elizabeth's employ to the Lord Admiral, though,&amp;nbsp;is more than heather on the surrounding hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lord Jack is immediately smitten by the lovely and graceful Elizabeth, and her interest in the dashing admiral grows equally as intense. Hindered by&amp;nbsp;social propriety, the Kerrs' outlaw status as former supporters of Prince Charlie's rebellion,&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth's prescribed year-long period of mourning, and their unwavering devotion&amp;nbsp;to God and His expectations of them,&amp;nbsp;the two must subdue their mutual attraction. But for how long? Ask Marjory, for she holds the key to their happiness. Suffice it to&amp;nbsp;say that,&amp;nbsp;in the end, God is honored. And those who honor Him, He blesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Those to whom Ms. Higgs has already endeared herself as a writer have no need of this review. They probably finished the book before I did. Those who enjoy a thoroughly satisfying story told by a master storyteller of the genre, but who've not yet had the joy of reading Liz Curtis Higgs--or even just &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; Liz Curtis Higgs work--are in for a treat. Really, really recommended; don't miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WaterBrook was kind enough to send me a courtesy copy of &lt;em&gt;Mine is the Night&lt;/em&gt; to review. Very thoughtful and greatly appreciated, but, honestly, I'd have purchased the book and reviewed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3062608502695937772?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3062608502695937772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3062608502695937772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3062608502695937772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3062608502695937772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/04/mine-is-night-by-liz-curtis-higgs.html' title='Mine Is the Night, by Liz Curtis Higgs (WaterBrook)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-ZDVu_sdtQ/TYu976OIGSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_Idho9sVj_Q/s72-c/mine_is_the_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-414119933414413849</id><published>2011-03-30T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:25:13.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Unforgivable'/><title type='text'>The Unforgivable, by Tessa Stockton (Risen Books)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3K7USKcnmdY/TXQOa4MWJYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rru4nt9tQJ8/s1600/unforgivable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3K7USKcnmdY/TXQOa4MWJYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rru4nt9tQJ8/s200/unforgivable.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is one you won't soon forget&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;maybe ever forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ms. Stockton has selected a major league topic for her debut novel. It's the one element of the Lord's Prayer Jesus considered worthy of commentary in Matthew 6. It's arguably the single-most difficult commandment the Christian has to deal with, and concept for the non-Christian to deal with. It's an issue that's inextricably enmeshed with other equally difficult problems of the heart, like, oh say,&amp;nbsp;pride. Guessed it yet? Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's forgiveness. But wait&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ms. Stockton didn't tackle this heady issue on only one plane, which&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;challenging enough. Oh, no. She laid before her readers forgiveness&amp;nbsp;in its purest multifaceted form: intra-personal, inter-personal and multi-personal. How she goes about it is the joy of the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heroine, Genevieve, is at a quilting convention and trade show in Buenos Aires, Argentina, with her best friend, Sally, and her new friend, Paloma, an Argentinean craftswoman. A chance encounter at a restaurant with a man, Carlos, sends her heart into palpitations and her friends into shock. The problem: Carlos is one of Argentina's most&amp;nbsp;notorious figures, an ex-military officer blamed for horrible atrocities committed during the &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dirty War of the late 70s and early 80s. Chastised for her foolishness by Sally, and harangued for insensitivity&amp;nbsp;by Paloma, whose family suffered personally at the hands of men like Carlos, Genevieve still can't shake what she perceives&lt;/span&gt; behind the eyes of this gentleman with a very ungentle history. But she begins to spend more time with him, despite the protestations of her closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What unfolds is an emotional and spiritual rollercoaster ride for Genevieve, who doesn't dismiss the evidence against the man with whom she's falling in love, or excuse his past, but deals with them at the level on which God is leading her. For she believes God has brought them together. Through her exposure to this enigmatic man of sorrows, Genevieve&amp;nbsp;not only gains a historical lesson in Argentina's Dirty War, but an even more valuable spiritual lesson in what it means to forgive against the backdrop of&amp;nbsp;the seemingly unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Stockton strikes a chord with an intensity few writers have dared to. Many have written about forgiveness; Tessa writes forgiveness. If this story doesn't make you evaluate your response to what is perhaps Christ's toughest commandment, then either you're ready for sainthood or your conscience has abandoned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This review is based upon an advance copy Ms. Stockton was kind enough to provide me. I guarantee you, though, having already read the story will not stop me from buying my own copy of&amp;nbsp;the book the minute it comes out. Bravo to Ms. Stockton on a strong debut in the first installment of her "Wounds of South America" series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-414119933414413849?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/414119933414413849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=414119933414413849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/414119933414413849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/414119933414413849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/03/unforgivable-by-tessa-stockton-risen.html' title='The Unforgivable, by Tessa Stockton (Risen Books)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3K7USKcnmdY/TXQOa4MWJYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rru4nt9tQJ8/s72-c/unforgivable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4798726991891513323</id><published>2011-03-18T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:28:53.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shape of Mercy'/><title type='text'>The Shape of Mercy, by Susan Meissner (WaterBrook Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shape-Mercy-Novel-Susan-Meissner/dp/B0044KN2ZW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1300482199&amp;amp;sr=1-1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oQjNbLuSDmw/TYPHXQMjY9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/gkSLSN4iuxU/s200/mercy.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click cover for more info&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ I’ve reviewed quite a few books over the past few years. Some I’ve had a lot of fun reviewing, some were more sober endeavors.&amp;nbsp;But I haven’t actually feared reviewing any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why fear? Well, because of the two things I think people fear most: the unknown and failure. I don’t know how to best approach representing this incredible story, and, regardless of the approach I choose, I’m certain I’ll fail to do the book justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you’re going to have to work with me here. Please be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story. Lauren Durough is a young well-to-do university student in covert rebellion against her heritage. Abigail Broyles is an elderly well-to-do retiree in covert rebellion against her legacy. Interposed between them is Mercy Hayworth, an innocent&amp;nbsp;victim of the horrific 17th-century Salem witchcraft trials. Okay, so how does &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; work? At the marvelously skillful hand of author Susan Meissner, it works exceedingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail retains Lauren to transcribe Mercy’s diary, a precious family heirloom. Lauren is to approach her task wrapped in a cloak of ignorance; that is, she must promise not to research the events surrounding the trials until she’s completed the transcription. Mercy Hayworth must be allowed to speak for herself, unfettered by historiography. Also woven into this cloak, though, is the real reason Abigail has selected Lauren as the transcriptionist, as is the effect the words of a simple girl from a distant era will have on her own self-perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intriguing cast of supporting characters push and pull at Lauren throughout the story, adding their own contemporary thematic hue to the faded brown ink of Mercy’s ancient journal. Through it all, Lauren will either mature into her future or collapse under her past. There’s no other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Writing. As writers, we’re encouraged to keep our readers on the edge, to force that next page turn, anything to breathe new life into the tired cliché “I couldn’t put it down.” There are techniques to do that, such as ending scenes and chapters with mini-cliffhangers, dangling questions that simply must be answered now. And gadgets like that have their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there’s writing like Ms. Meissner’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know quality prose when you’re not sure you want to turn the next page, but find yourself compelled to do so—not because of a dangling question, but because the titanium thread binding the storyline blurs the distinction between pages, and so you go on.&amp;nbsp;You have to. And you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense and honest, humorous and poignant; I’ve yet to read a book that I’d recommend more highly than &lt;em&gt;The Shape of Mercy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4798726991891513323?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4798726991891513323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4798726991891513323' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4798726991891513323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4798726991891513323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/03/shape-of-mercy-by-susan-meissner.html' title='The Shape of Mercy, by Susan Meissner (WaterBrook Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oQjNbLuSDmw/TYPHXQMjY9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/gkSLSN4iuxU/s72-c/mercy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5081444740036049326</id><published>2011-03-13T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:58:30.026-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yesterday&apos;s Tomorrow'/><title type='text'>Yesterday's Tomorrow, by Catherine West (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZB572AS6Ls/TWQzLcq2UdI/AAAAAAAAATs/r71UNDOo3DE/s1600/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 202px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 135px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZB572AS6Ls/TWQzLcq2UdI/AAAAAAAAATs/r71UNDOo3DE/s200/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1954, Malcolm Taylor, a noted&amp;nbsp;foreign-affairs journalist, kissed his daughter at the front door,&amp;nbsp;said goodbye, and promised to come back. He didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;In 1967, Kristin Taylor, a budding novice journalist,&amp;nbsp;followed her father's trail to&amp;nbsp;find out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;So begins a gritty and heart-rending tale of&amp;nbsp;integrity, faith and&amp;nbsp;perseverance in two war-torn countries: Vietnam and the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;In Saigon, Kristin meets up--or rather, is forced into reluctant collaboration--with Luke Maddox, a photojournalist who irks Kristin in just about every way imaginable. And she reciprocates. Little do either of them know that Kristin's determination to follow through on a story her father had begun the previous decade and Luke's hidden past are intertwined. Finally, her self-imposed assignment, an expos&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;on a secret war within a war, threatens to explode both of their worlds, which have now become one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, Kristin excels&amp;nbsp;in her&amp;nbsp;honest portrayal of a conflict gone so wrong, endearing herself to the men she has come to respect and love.&amp;nbsp; Personally, she doesn't do so well in shielding her emotions from the horror engulfing a nation she has also come to love. From the trauma of a blood-spattered field hospital, to the heat of battle at a forward fire base, to the precious and precarious existence of a Saigon orphanage, Kristin learns the hard way how to survive physically, mentally and emotionally in an environment man was never meant to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love-hate relationship with Luke comes to a head, then Kristin is forced to return to the States. Like most veterans of that conflict, part of her she leaves in Vietnam, part of Vietnam she brings home with her. And life is never again the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. West delivers an honest, compelling, and very well written&amp;nbsp;tale of war and the aftermath of war. But it's not a mere blood-and-guts story. It's one of hope. She shows us how love and faith have curious and unexpected ways of sprouting even in the most barren soil. &lt;em&gt;Yesterday's Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; will leave you very satisfied at its conclusion, but don't expect the path to be strewn with rose petals. Few paths to meaningful destinations are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an endnote, Ms. West is represented by Rachelle Gardner of the Wordserve Literary Agency. Neither Ms. Gardner nor Wordserve are known for tolerating mediocrity. In Catherine West, and &lt;em&gt;Yesterday's Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;, they've advanced their excellent reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a review of an ARC of &lt;em&gt;Yesterday's Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;. The book is due to be released&amp;nbsp;through online outlets in&amp;nbsp;March 2010 by OakTara--another pretty good outfit, I might add. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5081444740036049326?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5081444740036049326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5081444740036049326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5081444740036049326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5081444740036049326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterdays-tomorrow-by-catherine-west.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Tomorrow, by Catherine West (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZB572AS6Ls/TWQzLcq2UdI/AAAAAAAAATs/r71UNDOo3DE/s72-c/Yesterday%2527s+Tommorow+COMP.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3909884480052788239</id><published>2011-03-02T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:31:22.026-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatekeeper'/><title type='text'>Gatekeeper, by Ruth Crews (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9NUkxaJNNLI/TW7BpLKq_FI/AAAAAAAAATw/-n48e-CBq9A/s1600/Gatekeeper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9NUkxaJNNLI/TW7BpLKq_FI/AAAAAAAAATw/-n48e-CBq9A/s200/Gatekeeper.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the middle of page 28 of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gatekeeper-Ruth-Crews/dp/1602901678/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299105039&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Gatekeeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the author plants this deceivingly benign snippet of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Most of your life will not allow you to use sources for proof or inspiration.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Ms. Crews didn’t feature it as a tagline on the front cover, she could have. And our heroine is about to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Merritt, a vivacious coed from the southern United States, finds herself on exchange in the archetypal upper-British academic environs of Oxford. Unshackled by even the remotest degree of formality and tradition, Anna plows a ‘primitively colonial’ furrow into the neatly manicured grounds of the ancient and renown university, and especially into the lives of two fellow students: the spontaneous Eddie Mitchell and the reservedly detached Nicholas Diggs. Inseparable almost from the first day, the trio brave the academic stresses and social pressures of Oxford’s Saints College. But that’s just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything proceeds as both Anna and the reader might expect, until one fateful day a ‘routine’ tutoring session unexpectedly thrusts her into a position to test the above-suggested tagline. You see, Nicholas Diggs is poised for destruction on his 21st birthday, a mere three weeks away, at the hands of the people from whom he would least expect it. Anna’s tutor, the enigmatic Dr. Barney, lays Nicholas’ future in her lap—then promptly disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the term the three students embark on a whirlwind trip through Prague, Berlin, Paris, then back to Oxford. The trip provides the perfect scenario to help Anna forestall Nicholas’ day of reckoning. Or so she thinks. Anna is aided in her task by the mysterious Mr. Truman, who always seems to be at the right place just at the right time, and only divvies out information to Anna in just&amp;nbsp;the right amounts at just the right times. The question is, does Anna have what it takes to rescue Nicholas, whose dilemma is diametrically opposed to her own inner struggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll discover the answer to that question in the pages of a very cleverly written story by a promising new author, Ms. Ruth Crews. Her fresh, perky writing voice pairs wonderfully with her personal experience at the venues in which the story takes place to deliver a fascinating, humorous and poignant coming-of-age tale. You’ll find the repartee between the three friends to be absolutely priceless—especially for those who have visited the UK. Not only do Anna’s Americanisms wage battle with the boys’ British-isms throughout the story, but her right-brained English-major subjectivity clashes with the stodgy, ultra-functional outlook on life&amp;nbsp;to which Nicholas clings so tenaciously. And Eddie? Well, Eddie is Eddie, and he takes shots at everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Crews sets the bar at a very respectable height with her debut novel. Highly recommended for the genre. Looking forward to reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Leaving&lt;/em&gt;, the second installment in Ms. Crews' “Gatekeeper” series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3909884480052788239?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3909884480052788239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3909884480052788239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3909884480052788239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3909884480052788239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/03/gatekeeper-by-ruth-crews-oaktara.html' title='Gatekeeper, by Ruth Crews (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9NUkxaJNNLI/TW7BpLKq_FI/AAAAAAAAATw/-n48e-CBq9A/s72-c/Gatekeeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5434415514734194148</id><published>2011-02-10T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:50:32.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Haven'/><title type='text'>Winter Haven, by Athol Dickson (Bethany House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyg8nh8zGU/TVPNca8MOqI/AAAAAAAAATo/BQx_z4lYCJk/s1600/Winter_Haven-128x200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyg8nh8zGU/TVPNca8MOqI/AAAAAAAAATo/BQx_z4lYCJk/s200/Winter_Haven-128x200.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Do not seek the truth, and find no evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a more spiritually poignant--or intellectually alluring--tagline than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Winter-Haven-Athol-Dickson/dp/0764201646/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211466073&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Haven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? A few words on the story and the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story: Winter Haven is a town on an island of the same name slouching&amp;nbsp;listlessly across the Gulf of Maine.&amp;nbsp;Its inhabitants, isolated by fifty miles of seawater from mainstream reality and unimpeded by centuries of somewhere else's progress, defy such progress and create a reality of their own. And they're fine with that. Until one of them places a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, Vera Gamble of Dallas, Texas, is unremarkable. A mousy accountant, her self-imposed life&amp;nbsp;of obscurity comprises work, rented movies, frozen pizza and being taken advantage of. And she's fine with that. Until the phone call comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera's autistic brother, Siggy, missing for thirteen years, has washed up on Winter Haven's shore. On a rare impulse, Vera slips the comfortable prison of her double-deadbolted apartment&amp;nbsp;and ventures to Winter Haven to claim Siggy's body.&amp;nbsp;Immediately, she meets with her first of many shocks on&amp;nbsp;this island full of mysteries. Like Winter Haven, time and distance play tricks on Siggy--he still appears to be the fifteen-year old boy he was when he ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Vera takes her first&amp;nbsp;faltering steps on the&amp;nbsp;road to discovering the truth about Siggy's demise, the island's secrets, but mostly about herself. A collection of quirky townspeople--oh, has Mr. Dickson captured the small-town Mainer!--propel and impede Vera in her&amp;nbsp;quest. She stumbles awkwardly into&amp;nbsp;a mystifying&amp;nbsp;tale of a vanished Pilgrim colony,&amp;nbsp;around the eerie specter of&amp;nbsp;the woman reputed to be the reason for the Pilgrim's plight, through the dusty rooms of a dilapidated mansion from another era, and into the disturbingly enticing&amp;nbsp;arms of handsome Evan Frost, who may not be who he seems to be...or might be who he seems to be...or who he seems to be might not be what she thinks...well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Vera has a few issues of her own, secrets she's suppressed since her childhood.&amp;nbsp;The secrets burst back to the surface of her consciousness, unbidden and unwanted--no, deathly feared--and force her to face the reality of who she is. For Vera, too, has a 'handicap' to deal with, a malady that may just hold the key to her own sanity--just as Siggy's held the key to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Writing: Athol Dickson. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Haven&lt;/em&gt; is&amp;nbsp;the suspense reader's dream. But it's more than that. Look back up at the tagline. Uh huh, you'll get much more out of it than you expect. If ya pass up this chance for a wicked good read, it'll be yer own fault, ayuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5434415514734194148?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5434415514734194148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5434415514734194148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5434415514734194148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5434415514734194148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-haven-by-athol-dickson-bethany.html' title='Winter Haven, by Athol Dickson (Bethany House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyg8nh8zGU/TVPNca8MOqI/AAAAAAAAATo/BQx_z4lYCJk/s72-c/Winter_Haven-128x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7426471169071788264</id><published>2011-02-04T17:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:31:21.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Mission'/><title type='text'>Lost Mission, by Athol Dickson (Howard Fiction)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUx2ZtK84dI/AAAAAAAAATk/riUYyIMIH38/s1600/Lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUx2ZtK84dI/AAAAAAAAATk/riUYyIMIH38/s200/Lost.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This was remarkable. Just remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Athol Dickson's writing credentials are impeccable, and one need only read&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atholdickson.com/books.html"&gt;Lost Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to discover why. Painstakingly researched and masterfully told, the story bookends lives separated by 200 years in time, but intertwined in eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 1767, Fray Alejandro left his Franciscan monastery in Italy in response to a call to minister to the heathen natives of New Spain. Adventures and misadventures befall the holy man as he strives to establish La Misi&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n de Santa Delores in Alta California with his abbot, Fray Guillermo, and brother priest, Fray Benico. All three padres are forever changed in their endeavor. Fray Alejandro bequeaths an unlikely&amp;nbsp;legacy that changes the lives of all who behold it. Especially four lives in our present day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe de la&amp;nbsp;Garza of Rinc&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n de Delores, home village to Fray Alejandro in his&amp;nbsp;final days, senses a similar call to witness the Gospel to the lost Americanos north of the border. Carrying Fray Alejandro's legacy in a cloth sack, Lupe sets off on her mission. Enter Ram&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n Rodriguez, on a quest to earn money for his family and his dream back in Mexico, who leads her into the desert wilderness over the border only then to lose her. Discovered and saved by newly ordained Tucker Rue, himself seeking divine guidance in the solitude of the desert, Lupe joins him in his ministry to the Latinos of Wilson City. Seeking to renew her call to preach to the Americanos, Lupe leaves Tucker's ministry and ends up in the employ of the rich and powerful Delano Wright. The stage is now set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lives and fortunes of these four people, who couldn't be farther apart on the spiritual and socio-economic spectrums, become inextricably enmeshed--glued fast by Alejandro's legacy and a mysterious figure who himself spans the centuries. Faith and principle collide with temptation and human weakness with predictable results. Well, maybe not so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story reaches its climax when the dormant and lethal&amp;nbsp;specter of the long-lost Misi&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n de Santa Delores arises and engulfs modern-day Alta California as it did in Fray Alejandro's day. Redemption is granted, restitution is exacted, and nothing is left to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many lessons we learn from Mr. Dickson skillful pen, perhaps the&amp;nbsp;most notable being&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;the consequences of our actions, words and even thoughts--good and bad--affect not only our own lives, but the lives of those around us. And yes, even of those who come ages&amp;nbsp;after us, those whom we will never meet this side of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply a must read for both the story and the storytelling. Like an intricate and costly tapestry, the storyline is illuminated and enhanced by a frame of extraordinary prose. It isn't just a great read, it's an emotional, intellectual and spiritual investment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than halfway through &lt;em&gt;Lost Mission&lt;/em&gt;, I ordered two more of Mr. Dickson's books. You'll be seeing his name again on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7426471169071788264?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7426471169071788264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7426471169071788264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7426471169071788264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7426471169071788264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-mission-by-athol-dickson-howard.html' title='Lost Mission, by Athol Dickson (Howard Fiction)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUx2ZtK84dI/AAAAAAAAATk/riUYyIMIH38/s72-c/Lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8928771018593567002</id><published>2011-01-29T13:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:07:23.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero&apos;s Tribute'/><title type='text'>Hero's Tribute, by Graham Garrison (Kregel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUQqOQ2K4eI/AAAAAAAAATY/nZ6FGNC1E6s/s1600/herostribute1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUQqOQ2K4eI/AAAAAAAAATY/nZ6FGNC1E6s/s1600/herostribute1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Michael Gavin--football star, war hero and philanthropist--has died. Expectations run high in his small hometown of Talking River&amp;nbsp;as to who will be the&amp;nbsp;one honored to speak at his funeral. None of those expectations include an obscure&amp;nbsp;local newpaper reporter, Wes Watkins. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wes Watkins and Michael Gavin never met each other, yet Michael leaves behind a written request that Wes deliver his eulogy. He also leaves Wes&amp;nbsp;a list of names and one week to find out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The list,&amp;nbsp;people from Michael's present and past, yields more information about their hometown hero than anyone expected--and that few of them wanted to know. Michael's purpose: to teach the town the difference between a legend and a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wes's investigation encounters speed bumps and roadblocks right off the starting line. From his micro-managing senior editor, whose primary motivation is the revenue Wes's exclusive is sure to generate, to Talking River's high school football coach, who digs in his heels to protect the hallowed&amp;nbsp;image of his childhood friend, Wes struggles against a&amp;nbsp;waxing&amp;nbsp;tide of resistence every step of the way. Only Michael's immediate family understand his purpose, and they lead Wes with measured steps in the right direction with enough--but not too much--information. For there's a hidden personal lesson for Wes in Michael's request, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mr. Garrison selects an intriguing premise for his debut novel and follows it through with a great narrative style. I wish my first novel read as well as &lt;em&gt;Hero's Tribute&lt;/em&gt; does--okay, I wish my fourth one did! Delivered in a distinct and engaging voice, Mr. Garrison paces his story fluidly, filling in flashback narratives at just the right time to propel Wes's investigation--and our enlightenment--to a startling ending. We stumble into plot twists along with Wes--one of the most surprising&amp;nbsp;epiphanies coming at the hand of the&amp;nbsp;adorably precocious Addy,&amp;nbsp;Michael's young daughter--as gradually we&amp;nbsp;absorb the lesson Michael is so intent on bequeathing to Talking River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent story, solidly written and definitely worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://grahamgarrisonwords.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more about &lt;em&gt;Hero's Tribute&lt;/em&gt; and view a really nice video trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8928771018593567002?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8928771018593567002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8928771018593567002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8928771018593567002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8928771018593567002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/01/heros-tribute-by-graham-garrison-kregel.html' title='Hero&apos;s Tribute, by Graham Garrison (Kregel)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TUQqOQ2K4eI/AAAAAAAAATY/nZ6FGNC1E6s/s72-c/herostribute1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5080279115662574992</id><published>2011-01-23T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:21:58.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah: Mother of Israel'/><title type='text'>Deborah: Mother of Israel, by Marlene D. Lake (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TTxTRlGovgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NMJXsEwWakU/s1600/eeborah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TTxTRlGovgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NMJXsEwWakU/s200/eeborah.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deborah-Mother-Marlene-D-Lake/dp/1602901643/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1295799263&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Deborah: Mother of Israel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a comfortable tale of the renown Old Testament judge (Judges 4-5). The book exalts her as a woman of integrity and faith, endowed by God with extraordinary wisdom.&amp;nbsp;Deborah uses this wisdom to flawlessly dispense justice in difficult civil cases among her countrymen, while continuing in her responsibilities as a young, small-village Israelite woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lake fills in the Biblical account with skirmishes between the Israelites and their northern nemesis, the Canaanites, under the leadership of the evil Sisera. In one raid by Canaanite soldiers on her village’s livestock, her betrothed is killed, and another villager, Lappidoth, is severely wounded. Deborah helps nurse Lappidoth back to health, a process during which they become attracted to each other, then finally marry (Judges 4:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, the Canaanite oppression becomes so intense, something must be done. The fragmented Israelite tribal confederation seeks unity, looking to Deborah for spiritual leadership and to Barak for military expertise. The story reaches its climax in the battle against Sisera’s overwhelming army, and the Israelite’s subsequent victory, largely due to Deborah’s inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lake strictly follows the Scriptural account of the famous Israelite prophetess, only creating fictional characters and scenes where necessary to propel the historical account to its well known conclusion. She also scatters snippets of Biblical history throughout the story, providing some insight into the life and times of ancient Israel. The story ends with an antiphonal rendering of Deborah’s and Barak’s song of victory (Judges 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of the Old Testament figure of Deborah will likely appreciate Ms. Lake’s pristine rendering of her character. And those who love to loathe the vile Sisera will find plenty to fan their fire in the pages of &lt;em&gt;Deborah: Mother of Israel&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5080279115662574992?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5080279115662574992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5080279115662574992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5080279115662574992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5080279115662574992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/01/deborah-mother-of-israel-by-marlene-d.html' title='Deborah: Mother of Israel, by Marlene D. Lake (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TTxTRlGovgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NMJXsEwWakU/s72-c/eeborah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7850854738301864473</id><published>2011-01-09T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:03:03.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like a Bird Wanders'/><title type='text'>Like a Bird Wanders, by Sharon Smith, Rosanne Croft, and Linda Reinhardt (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TSo_JDN4dfI/AAAAAAAAATE/T9KCan-hfWU/s1600/Bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TSo_JDN4dfI/AAAAAAAAATE/T9KCan-hfWU/s200/Bird.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A sordid history is about to repeat itself, save for the cryptic note of a dying woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Rose McFarland leaves a single message for her beloved granddaughter: &lt;em&gt;"Julia, the lion will destroy you."&lt;/em&gt; Nettie and Eva Jo, Grace's sisters,&amp;nbsp;honor her last request by&amp;nbsp;leading Julia to her grandmother's heritage chest in the attic. In it, she discovers a stack of letters and three prayer journals. And she begins to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus comes to light the story of the McCleods, a pioneer family eking out a&amp;nbsp;living in 1902 Yacolt,Washington, by the grace of God and the toil of their hands. Told exclusively through letters and entries into the sisters' prayer journals, Julia learns family secrets she never would have dreamed could be true of her upright, God-fearing grandmother. But there's a story to tell and a lesson to learn, and Grace reaches out&amp;nbsp;from the realm of eternity to ensure her precious granddaughter benefits from her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, will Julia take her grandmother's message to heart ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Like-Wanders-Sharon-Bernash-Smith/dp/1602900825/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1294624072&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Like a Bird Wanders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we experience&amp;nbsp;with Julia wilderness dangers common to the early 20th-century&amp;nbsp;era, but lost to most&amp;nbsp;modern Americans. But the most important things we learn are not restricted to a bygone historical era, they are timeless; that is,&amp;nbsp;the choices&amp;nbsp;we make, good and bad,&amp;nbsp;affect not only on our own lives,&amp;nbsp;but the lives of those around us--and especially those dearest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Rose McFarland has a story to tell not only to Julia, but to all of us. The question is, will &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; take her message to heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7850854738301864473?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7850854738301864473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7850854738301864473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7850854738301864473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7850854738301864473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-bird-wanders-by-sharon-smith.html' title='Like a Bird Wanders, by Sharon Smith, Rosanne Croft, and Linda Reinhardt (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TSo_JDN4dfI/AAAAAAAAATE/T9KCan-hfWU/s72-c/Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2692105924754821299</id><published>2010-12-21T06:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:08:57.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Master&apos;s Wall'/><title type='text'>The Master's Wall, by Sandi Rog (DeWard Publishing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Masters-Wall-Sandi-Rog/dp/1936341026/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1292932496&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TRCUlR69n2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CorPdw9ILVU/s200/Wall.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a keeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ms. Rog skillfully&amp;nbsp;blends&amp;nbsp;coming-of-age, social inequity and tested faith into a delightful, heart-rending tale of courage, failure and redemption.&amp;nbsp;Sound exhausting? Not in the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alethea's father is executed by his own father for confessing faith in Yeshua. Her mother, brother, and she move into grandfather's villa, where Alethea meets David, a house slave. She becomes attracted to David, who views her as the younger sister he failed to protect when he was forced into slavery. As Alethea and David stumble into and through adolescence, their fumbling relationship travels an equally rough road to maturity. That maturity presents its own problems, as there is no socially acceptable resolution to their blossoming love for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, confronted with Alethea's forced betrothal to arrogant Demetri, the plot reaches critical mass and they must act--and quickly. But what can they possibly do to resolve an impossible&amp;nbsp;dilemma such as this? Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ms. Rog has done her homework on the physical and social environment in 1st-century Rome.&amp;nbsp;The reader learns a lot about a coarse society that, while successfully imposing Pax Romana onto the known world of that day, fails to deliver inner peace to&amp;nbsp;its own citizenry. More&amp;nbsp;wonderful, though,&amp;nbsp;is her ability to capture this world through the eyes of an naive, immature girl growing up through issues no one of her age should have to face. The result is a humorous, frustrating, painfully realistic portrayal of emotional growth and spiritual awakening. One moment you want to hug Alethea to death, the next moment you want to turn her over your knee. So does David.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Delightful also is Ms. Rog's prose. She has a gift for subtle&amp;nbsp;word painting that raises the reading experience to a new level. Just read her rendering of Aletha's betrothal ceremony. If you don't chuckle aloud, you've missed something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Master's Wall&lt;/em&gt; is the first in the "Iron and the Stone" series. Looking forward to number two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2692105924754821299?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2692105924754821299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2692105924754821299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2692105924754821299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2692105924754821299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/12/masters-wall-by-sandi-rog-deward.html' title='The Master&apos;s Wall, by Sandi Rog (DeWard Publishing)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TRCUlR69n2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CorPdw9ILVU/s72-c/Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-110137566069854003</id><published>2010-12-03T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:11:03.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deceive Me Once'/><title type='text'>Deceive Me Once, by Valerie Massey Goree (Parson Place Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TPluasijrCI/AAAAAAAAASw/cYuK_eOGEG4/s1600/Deceive+Me+Once.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TPluasijrCI/AAAAAAAAASw/cYuK_eOGEG4/s200/Deceive+Me+Once.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maricella "Chella" McDonough has a secret, one that's been eating at her for her entire adult life. Her husband Tom is none the wiser, nor are their two grown sons Jóse and Mike. But it's time for the secret to come out--prodded into the open by the body of a young woman that mysteriously ends up on Chella's property. A body linked to her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins a tale of intrigue and suspense, aptly entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deceive-Once-Valerie-Massey-Goree/dp/0984216308/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1291415248&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Deceive Me Once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, for, indeed, once is all it takes. Once to bare one's soul, once to risk one's life and once to seek forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Goree sets her story in the Hill Country of south-central Texas, not far from San Antonio. The land is rugged, in its own way beautiful, and often unforgiving. So is the tale she tells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chella embarks on a covert mission to uncover the mystery surrounding a half-heart necklace found on the girl's body, more than solving a crime is at stake. She forces herself back in time to a horrific event she not only witnessed, but believes she caused: the death of her parents and the destruction of life she knew as a teenager. Aided by her godly and faithful daughter-in-law Teresa, Chella begins step by step&amp;nbsp;to unravel the true circumstances surrounding the childhood tragedy and begins healing those wounds self&amp;nbsp;inflicted so long ago. But there's more to Ms. Goree's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is so true with deceit, Chella is not the only one affected by it. Her unconfessed sin has created a rift in the areas that matter the most:&amp;nbsp;her marriage, her family&amp;nbsp;and her faith. The question is whether she can untangle herself from the spiritual-emotional tenacles that have embedded themselves in her mind and her heart over the past 25 years. The answer to that question does not lie in this review, it lies between the covers of &lt;em&gt;Deceive Me Once&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look there for it. You'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-110137566069854003?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/110137566069854003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=110137566069854003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/110137566069854003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/110137566069854003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/12/deceive-me-once-by-valerie-massey-goree.html' title='Deceive Me Once, by Valerie Massey Goree (Parson Place Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TPluasijrCI/AAAAAAAAASw/cYuK_eOGEG4/s72-c/Deceive+Me+Once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1139373291080785085</id><published>2010-11-09T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:45:02.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KENS 5 TV Feature of "Katia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;KENS 5 did a fabulous job of putting together the &lt;em&gt;Katia &lt;/em&gt;feature on "Great Day SA" today! For those whom I haven't already nagged personally about viewing the segment, it's &lt;a href="http://www.kens5.com/great-day-sa/Berlin-Wall-21-years-later-106965338.html"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1139373291080785085?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1139373291080785085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1139373291080785085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1139373291080785085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1139373291080785085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/11/kens-5-tv-feature-of-katia.html' title='KENS 5 TV Feature of &quot;Katia&quot;'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2317723599795662360</id><published>2010-11-08T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:01:33.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, tomorrow's the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who missed the announcement, please click &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/katia-news.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can tune in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2317723599795662360?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2317723599795662360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2317723599795662360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2317723599795662360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2317723599795662360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-tomorrows-day.html' title='Well, tomorrow&apos;s the day...'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5993820462284529316</id><published>2010-10-31T15:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:38:06.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Dust and Ashes'/><title type='text'>From Dust and Ashes, by Tricia Goyer (Moody)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TM3OEJP8m1I/AAAAAAAAASs/CFkUzDVSAZI/s1600/DustAndAshes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TM3OEJP8m1I/AAAAAAAAASs/CFkUzDVSAZI/s200/DustAndAshes.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In May, 1945, advance elements of the 11th Armored Divsion rolled into St. Georgen, Austria. What awaited them there would be gouged into the soldiers' memories for the rest of their lives: the Gusen concentration camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sergeant Peter Scott is among the first to arrive at the front gates. The skeletal remnants of men and women cling to the fence and clutter the main entrance to&amp;nbsp;glimpse their liberators and beg for even a morsel to eat. He encounters&amp;nbsp;the gaunt figure of Michaela, a Polish Christian,&amp;nbsp;standing erect among the dead and dying, intent&amp;nbsp;on thanking the saviors of the camp with&amp;nbsp;her final vestige of dignity. He also encounters Helene, the recalcitrant wife of a former SS guard bringing soup and whatever comfort she can to the emaciated prisoners. The lives of the three are inextricably bound together from this point forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Scott has fought the European war from the Normandy beaches&amp;nbsp;to the Rhine River, his once-strong faith now smothered under too much carnage and destruction. Michaela fights her own war of physical and emotional restoration from years of internment, her faith still vibrant, but confusing in where it's leading her. Helene must deal with her own conscience at too many years of silence, if not acceptance, over the atrocities her husband has committed. Each leans on and learns from the others in&amp;nbsp;winning their own personal battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Dust to Ashes&lt;/em&gt; is a tender story of love, faith and redemption overlying a background of indescribable horror and bruality. It may not be the most recent work by Ms. Goyer (released in 2003), but it has to be one of the best. The book is not for the faint of heart, but neither is it overly graphic in its depiction of reality. Meticuloulsy researched and skillfully presented, &lt;em&gt;From Dust to Ashes&lt;/em&gt; is an entrancing read. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5993820462284529316?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5993820462284529316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5993820462284529316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5993820462284529316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5993820462284529316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-dust-and-ashes-by-tricia-goyer.html' title='From Dust and Ashes, by Tricia Goyer (Moody)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TM3OEJP8m1I/AAAAAAAAASs/CFkUzDVSAZI/s72-c/DustAndAshes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1972899110526117671</id><published>2010-10-19T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:39:14.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Cordate'/><title type='text'>The Last Cordate, by Alison Pickrell (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TL4n_DK15QI/AAAAAAAAASo/ToNgpeNTPkE/s1600/cordate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TL4n_DK15QI/AAAAAAAAASo/ToNgpeNTPkE/s200/cordate.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Cordate&lt;/em&gt; is a highly imaginative allegorical tale that spans the gamut of human existence from pure innocence to unspeakable depravity and human experience from sublime ecstasy to utter despair. Striving for a suitable literary comparison, I found myself dithering somewhere between JRR Tolkien’s &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; and John Bunyan’s&lt;em&gt; A Pilgrim’s Progress&lt;/em&gt;. And yet, no. It's really in a class by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Cordate&lt;/em&gt; tracks the adventures of the beautiful Talasa of Ny-Da, who carries with her the message of hope that will usher in the final era of Diapason, when all creatures of the planet will once again draw into perfect communion with their benevolent creator, Da-Dat-Shee. Both natural and supernatural forces stand against her, they having successfully foiled the missions of the previous two Cordates. Talasa must face not only these external threats, but also the greatest peril of all—that of untested faith within herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talasa travels with two noble companions, Jare and Worthy, as well as Secret, a scribe whose sole function is to record everything that is said and that happens on the journey to Quala-Da, the ultimate destination of her quest. They learn from each other what it means to listen and to trust not just Da-Dat-Shee’s leading within their own hearts and minds, but to the wise counsel of other Dations—followers of Da-Dat-Shee—along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous two paragraphs hint that there is some vocabulary to learn. And, oh, there is indeed. At first I was somewhat nonplussed at the five-page glossary at the front of the book, concerned I’d be able to stay on track without having to keep a thumb wedged in the lexicon of players and place names. I needn’t have worried. Ms. Pickrell’s writing is so crisp, her allegorical ties so strong, I never referred to the word list until I’d finished the book. Then I checked back just wondering if I’d missed anything. I hadn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well conceived in theme and rigorous in detail, &lt;em&gt;The Last Cordate&lt;/em&gt; drives you relentlessly along the road with Talasa from the moment she leaves her sanctuary in Ny-Da to the final step she takes on her quest. Oh, and prepare to meet yourself along the way--likely more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1972899110526117671?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1972899110526117671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1972899110526117671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1972899110526117671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1972899110526117671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-cordate-by-alison-pickrell-oaktara.html' title='The Last Cordate, by Alison Pickrell (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TL4n_DK15QI/AAAAAAAAASo/ToNgpeNTPkE/s72-c/cordate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2706706712781478933</id><published>2010-10-16T07:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T07:07:16.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Katia" News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLmP9FnsPFI/AAAAAAAAASk/qk5xO58cA_8/s1600/Final_Cover_Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLmP9FnsPFI/AAAAAAAAASk/qk5xO58cA_8/s200/Final_Cover_Image.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The long-awaited release of &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt; is now a reality! Amazon.com was the first to offer it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Katia-Bruce-Judisch/dp/1602902445/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1287229518&amp;amp;sr=8-6"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/product/9781602902442?id=4872305108530"&gt;Booksamillion.com&lt;/a&gt; is also carrying it for a reduced price for club members. &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/easy_find/1128293831?Ntt=bruce+judisch&amp;amp;N=0&amp;amp;Ntk=keywords&amp;amp;action=Search&amp;amp;Ne=0&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;nav_search=1&amp;amp;cms=1"&gt;CBD&lt;/a&gt; hasn't caught up yet, but when they do, you'll get a better&amp;nbsp;hit on the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview with KENS 5 went very well. The host and camera man were at the house for over three hours. I guess it took that long to get 5-10 minutes of useful information from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, the segment will be broadcast on the morning show, "Great Day SA", between 9:00-10:00 am CST&amp;nbsp;on November 9th, the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. There's a &lt;a href="http://www.kens5.com/great-day-sa/inside/BWatch-the-show-and-join-our-chatB-80201372.html"&gt;live-streaming feed&lt;/a&gt; online of the show, as well as a live-chat feature where viewers can post comments. It's kind of neat--no commercials and you can see/hear the cast and crew bantering and setting up for the next segment between spots. It would be so cool if those who are of a mind and can tune in at that time and drop a comment that includes who you are, where you're watching from, and how studly the interview subject is. Or, for those of you with any shred of integrity left, just who you are and where you're watching from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post an update as we get closer to the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2706706712781478933?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2706706712781478933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2706706712781478933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2706706712781478933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2706706712781478933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/katia-news.html' title='&quot;Katia&quot; News'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLmP9FnsPFI/AAAAAAAAASk/qk5xO58cA_8/s72-c/Final_Cover_Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-989357774221980858</id><published>2010-10-09T14:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:58:04.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl In the Sand'/><title type='text'>Pearl In the Sand, by Tessa Afshar (Moody)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLCv9YH3LFI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq8znKMNGps/s1600/Pearl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLCv9YH3LFI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq8znKMNGps/s1600/Pearl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I read Sibella Giorello's &lt;a href="http://sibellagiorello.blogspot.com/2010/09/tessa-afshar-remember-that-name.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; pronouncing Tessa Afshar&amp;nbsp;"a name to remember." As Sibella has this disturbing habit of being right about things like this, I checked out Tessa's Web site. To my utter joy,&amp;nbsp;I found a kindred writing spirit--historical, Old Testament fiction. A godly woman I tell you, godly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought her book. And I read it. I highly recommend you do both of those things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Afshar has taken the story of Rahab and created a thought-provoking, spiritually uplifting, and dramatically poignant story of tender divine redemption overcoming stubborn human resistance. Liberally sprinkled with snippets of unexpected humor (what a unique writing voice!), &lt;em&gt;Pearl in the Sand&lt;/em&gt; digs deeply into the tortured soul of a woman who simply cannot believe that there could be a future for one with such a past as hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through no fault of her own, Rahab is slow to win the hearts of her newly adopted people--and especially the heart of one in particular (cf. Matt. 1:5). When she does win their--and his--love, she has no idea what to do with it. Shamed by a past she cannot erase by her own power, her life crumbles until, like the walls of her hometown, Jericho, almost nothing is left standing. It is not until she and her husband receive by faith the grace God extends to both of them that she comes to understand her value through His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click the link in the first line above, you'll see a&amp;nbsp; fascinating&amp;nbsp;interview with the author. You'll also have the opportunity to click over to her Web site. There you'll discover she has an MDiv from Yale. She ministers to women. So does her novel, but it's not only for women. There are priceless nuggets of wisdom for both men and women on relating to God and relating to each other, all woven seamlessly into the context of Rahab's and Salmone's story. And if that's not enough to move you, guys, there's also a battle scene, okay? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa Afshar is indeed a name to remember, but I think she'll prefer you remember the message she delivers so powerfully in &lt;em&gt;Pearl in the Sand&lt;/em&gt;. The book is a gem in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-989357774221980858?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/989357774221980858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=989357774221980858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/989357774221980858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/989357774221980858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/pearl-in-sand-by-tessa-afshar-moody.html' title='Pearl In the Sand, by Tessa Afshar (Moody)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TLCv9YH3LFI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq8znKMNGps/s72-c/Pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5510834118005745447</id><published>2010-10-07T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:11:44.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Memory Between Us'/><title type='text'>A Memory Between Us, by Sarah Sundin (Revell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TK6Cy28Vj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/d_p2YX7L6OI/s1600/AMBU_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TK6Cy28Vj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/d_p2YX7L6OI/s1600/AMBU_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a new book to add to my list of favorites and a new hero to add to my list of exemplary writers. The question is, which/who do I fuss over first? (Flipping coin...fumbling it onto floor...picking it up...flipping it again...book wins!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reviewed her debut novel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20Distant%20Melody"&gt;A Distant Melody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I noted that Ms. Sundin had set the bar so high, I was concerned she'd be able to match it with her second installment in the "Wings of Glory" series.&amp;nbsp; I needn't have feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Memory Between Us&lt;/em&gt; excels on several planes. (No pun intended...well, okay, maybe it was a little bit intended.) The tale revolves around Major Jack Novak, a B-17 pilot (and brother of Walt Novak,&amp;nbsp;our hero in &lt;em&gt;Memory&lt;/em&gt;), and Lieutenant Ruth Dougherty, the nurse who tends to his wounds after a rather rude burst of Nazi flak grounds him. Jack notices the attractive Ruth through his morphine-induced stupor, but she has fended off the advances of so many male patients that she has&amp;nbsp;a withering retort prepared before the first words are even out of his mouth. Imagine her surprise when he slurringly professes God's love fore her instead of his own. Then he drops off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins the stutter-stopping relationship between a woman so emotionally incapacitated by&amp;nbsp;guilt over a horrible childhood secret that she can barely function in a social setting, and a man so self-absorbed he can't figure out whether he's&amp;nbsp;falling in love with the woman or just trying to charm her into falling in love with him. Enter a well developed supporting cast that includes the lovable May, who chips away at the wall around Ruth's heart, and stolid Charlie, who chips away at the pride around Jack's, and you've got a great recipe for an even&amp;nbsp;greater&amp;nbsp;storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the author. As in &lt;em&gt;Melody&lt;/em&gt;, Ms. Sundin delivers the raw grit and terror of WWII aerial warfare with all the skill of one who must surely have been there, seen that. She paints an equally vivid picture of the imperfect human heart as it trips along in all its glorious failings on the road to redemption. But another interesting facet of her writing surfaces in &lt;em&gt;Memory&lt;/em&gt; that was only hinted at in &lt;em&gt;Melody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to adeptly portraying the gamut from heart-wrenching turmoil to heart-warming love, Ms. Sundin displays a unique versatility in that she can&amp;nbsp;present the reader with a playful scene--yes, playful--without it coming across as trite or goofy. That's not as easy as it might sound. What do I mean? Shall I share an example or two? Sorry. Read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Memory Between Us&lt;/em&gt; is a worthy sequel to &lt;em&gt;A Distant Melody&lt;/em&gt;--and that's saying something. Thanks for a great read, Sarah. Can't wait for the third book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5510834118005745447?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5510834118005745447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5510834118005745447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5510834118005745447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5510834118005745447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/10/memory-between-us-by-sarah-sundin.html' title='A Memory Between Us, by Sarah Sundin (Revell)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TK6Cy28Vj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/d_p2YX7L6OI/s72-c/AMBU_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6636731154302137809</id><published>2010-09-28T06:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:14:51.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This oughta be good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;On October 13th, the CBS affiliate here in San Antonio, KENS 5, will tape an interview with me regarding my experience and participation in the events surrounding the fall of the Berlin Wall in November 1989. The interview will feature my new novel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt;, which includes scenes from that historic event. The segment is scheduled for airing on their morning show, "Great Day SA," on November 9th, the anniversary of the Wall's opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;With a little luck--and even more cajoling--Jeannie may appear, also. That will make the piece bearable to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;KENS 5 live-streams "Great Day" on their Web site, for those beyond viewing range. I'll provide the link as we get closer to air date with a reminder. If you have a free moment between 9:00 and 10:00 am Central Time on November 9th, pour a second cup of coffee/tea/Coke/hot chocolate--well, you get the idea--and tune in. Should be fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TKHL0NBr4SI/AAAAAAAAASY/NVPQfzHJiXQ/s1600/GD-SA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="92" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TKHL0NBr4SI/AAAAAAAAASY/NVPQfzHJiXQ/s320/GD-SA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6636731154302137809?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6636731154302137809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6636731154302137809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6636731154302137809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6636731154302137809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-oughta-be-good.html' title='This oughta be good...'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TKHL0NBr4SI/AAAAAAAAASY/NVPQfzHJiXQ/s72-c/GD-SA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7667548047477884531</id><published>2010-09-26T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:27:41.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katia, by Bruce Judisch (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TJ-O0z09L4I/AAAAAAAAASI/xniAKe31AFA/s1600/Final+Cover+Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TJ-O0z09L4I/AAAAAAAAASI/xniAKe31AFA/s200/Final+Cover+Image.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A saying I use as part of my signature block on a writer's forum &amp;nbsp;goes, "Editing your manuscript is the revenge your characters get on you for thinking you're running &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; lives."&amp;nbsp; How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason my blog has been silent for nearly a month. When the heat is turned up under a project going into production, life elsewhere ceases. It's appropriate that Sunday marks the resurrection from that ceased life. Thanks to a tireless editor and a phenomenal design artist, &lt;em&gt;Katia &lt;/em&gt;is on her way to the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't yet acquainted with Katia Mahler, you're in for a treat. I'll enter the synopsis below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Seek the truth, embrace the pain, cherish the freedom.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spirited Madeline “Maddy” McAllister is a twenty-one year-old journalism major completing her year as an exchange student at the Freie Universtität, in Berlin, Germany. She has a career to launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalwart Katia Mahler is a sixty year-old German invalid who grew up in post-World War II East Berlin. She has a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic Oskar Schultmann brings together the journalist and the storyteller. Maddy’s task: to chronicle Katia Mahler’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of them discover more to Katia’s story than they bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultures and generations clash, as the young American and the German matron strive to understand each other’s present and past. Maddy learns more than a personal history; Katia receives more than a memoir. And always in the background is Oskar, who gets drawn into the story in ways he never intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek behind the Iron Curtain and over the Berlin Wall as Katia’s story—the story of a lost generation from a failed state—comes to life through the scribbled notes of a girl struggling to grasp the significance of what she has written for her own life, as well as for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this story has been one of the joys of my life. It's based upon a scene I witnessed in Berlin, Germany, on November 10, 1989, the day after the Berlin Wall fell. A photo of the inspirational scene, along with a photo gallery depicting the events of that historic event, are on my &lt;a href="http://www.brucejudisch.com/katia.htm"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on the release date for &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt;. I hope you'll give her a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7667548047477884531?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7667548047477884531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7667548047477884531' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7667548047477884531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7667548047477884531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/09/katia-by-bruce-judisch-oaktara.html' title='Katia, by Bruce Judisch (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TJ-O0z09L4I/AAAAAAAAASI/xniAKe31AFA/s72-c/Final+Cover+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4664414373978540818</id><published>2010-08-29T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:38:12.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Unwanted'/><title type='text'>The Unwanted, by Daniel Carter (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THq1kDiLieI/AAAAAAAAARw/jEjQMRddglQ/s1600/The_Unwanted_Book_Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THq1kDiLieI/AAAAAAAAARw/jEjQMRddglQ/s200/The_Unwanted_Book_Cover.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My time spent with speculative fiction is somewhat limited; however,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theunwantedtrilogy.com/"&gt;The Unwanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is probably one of the most imaginative works of the genre I've ever read. This book has more twists and turns in it&amp;nbsp;than four Bavarian pretzels--and it's only the first book in the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibon,&amp;nbsp;a fiendishly brilliant scientist, is on a quest to avenge the politically motivated and officially covered-up murder of his family over 25 years ago. He selects the genetic engineering&amp;nbsp;and ultimate control of&amp;nbsp;a race of super humans to achieve that revenge. But one day something goes terribly wrong with his plan. Two nurses flee with five of his infant subjects, all of whom had been marked for termination. The nurses lose themselves and the babies&amp;nbsp;in the backwoods of Oklahoma, where, with the help of a few friends, they raise the children.&amp;nbsp;Thus is the beginning of the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core of the Family comprises these five&amp;nbsp;genetically altered&amp;nbsp;children, each&amp;nbsp;with their own unique&amp;nbsp;giftings. The nurses, Janet and Michelle, had no knowledge of the genetic experimentation. Until, that is, strange things begin to occur as the babies grow and their "abnormalities" begin to manifest&amp;nbsp;in shocking ways. Janet chronicles the infants' unnerving&amp;nbsp;development in her journal as the women strain to cope with what is unfolding before them. Now, enter the FBI and Tibon's forces, both of whom are searching for the missing children for counterpoised purposes, and you have the makings of a volatile situation bound to explode at the crux moment. And rest assured; explode it does--in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Carter blends depravity and greed,&amp;nbsp;love and redemption, treachery and guile, and innocence and loyalty&amp;nbsp;into a fast-paced tale that will keep you turning page after page. Ultimately, you'll discover how a single man's fanatical arrogance fares against Divine purpose, and&amp;nbsp;in ways you'd least expect. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that people who write this kind of stuff, and write it well,&amp;nbsp;worry me. I mean, c'mon; how does a mind living in the everyday world come up with a scenario that seems so far off the wall, but then so successfully roots it in the real world that it doesn't even nudge incredulity? Does Mr. Carter know something we don't? I wonder...nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4664414373978540818?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4664414373978540818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4664414373978540818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4664414373978540818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4664414373978540818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/08/unwanted-by-daniel-carter-oaktara.html' title='The Unwanted, by Daniel Carter (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THq1kDiLieI/AAAAAAAAARw/jEjQMRddglQ/s72-c/The_Unwanted_Book_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1040205690983292228</id><published>2010-08-27T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:26:48.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Clubs Note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THegwrHL4gI/AAAAAAAAARo/wxVt5tcSPp4/s1600/FindingHope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THegwrHL4gI/AAAAAAAAARo/wxVt5tcSPp4/s320/FindingHope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're involved in a Christian book club, or know someone who is, there's a great new Web site called &lt;a href="http://www.bookfun.org/"&gt;The Book Club Network&lt;/a&gt;. Its purpose is to bring together book clubs and authors to review each other's needs and offerings. There are some great discussions on organizing book clubs and meeting authors whose work may interest your group. Worth checking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1040205690983292228?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1040205690983292228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1040205690983292228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1040205690983292228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1040205690983292228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-clubs-note.html' title='Book Clubs Note!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/THegwrHL4gI/AAAAAAAAARo/wxVt5tcSPp4/s72-c/FindingHope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3026483654391718199</id><published>2010-08-20T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:46:46.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heading Home'/><title type='text'>Heading Home, by John Robinson (Sheaf House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TG7DtjxKO3I/AAAAAAAAARg/EuALWCXAm68/s1600/home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TG7DtjxKO3I/AAAAAAAAARg/EuALWCXAm68/s200/home.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when you think the Last-Days genre has been pretty much exhausted, John Robinson slips one in under the radar that knocks your socks off. Clearing the high bar he set in his previous novels,&amp;nbsp;he infuses brutal force into his prose and&amp;nbsp;remains steadfastly unapologetic in his message--both of which are essential to pull off a story like &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/heading-home-john-robinson/9780979748585/pd/748585?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=794917&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;Heading Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mr. Robinson does a great job of working on two planes of spirituality simultaneously in this story of healing and redemption. You've likely already identified the higher plane from the first sentence of this review: the redemption of mankind and the healing of a created order groaning and suffering as it eagerly awaits revelation of the sons of God. (Rom. 8:19-23). The second plane is at the personal level, and it's where Mr. Robinson excels at the storytelling. While God is attending to the cosmos, Nick Castle and CT Barnes are hard at work on the ground. Christ's return is imminent, and there's no time to lose as these closest of friends seek out former comrades-in-arms from their days in Viet Nam. Nick and CT consider it paramount to witness to the men with whom they&amp;nbsp;shared the most intense days of their lives before it's too late. That's what you do for your buddies. It's what you do for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a new battle looming, one with potentially devastating consequences. While Nick and CT search for their old friends, a satanic cult has targeted their home church for destruction, including their families, their dearest friends and themselves. No one is aware of the plot until the cult&amp;nbsp;lauches its attack at the crux point of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Will. Not. Want. To. Miss. The. Final. Showdown. Oh no, you will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;em&gt;Heading Home&lt;/em&gt; achieves in one concise, high-powered novel what it took &lt;em&gt;Left Behind&lt;/em&gt; to do in--how many volumes did the series finally turn out to be? All due respect and credit to Messrs. Jenkins and LaHaye, but, honestly, I gave up somewhere around number three or four. Sorry if that offends any die-hard LB fans; chalk it off to my limited&amp;nbsp;attention span. In any event, if you ran the marathon with &lt;em&gt;Left Behind&lt;/em&gt;, you'll enjoy the sprint&amp;nbsp;with &lt;em&gt;Heading Home&lt;/em&gt;. And it will leave you breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3026483654391718199?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3026483654391718199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3026483654391718199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3026483654391718199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3026483654391718199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/08/heading-home-by-john-robinson-sheaf.html' title='Heading Home, by John Robinson (Sheaf House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TG7DtjxKO3I/AAAAAAAAARg/EuALWCXAm68/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2272617149211588443</id><published>2010-08-11T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:29:04.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fisherman’s Testament'/><title type='text'>The Fisherman’s Testament, by César Vidal (Zondervan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TGNMHIix7tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRKWWBgQVds/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TGNMHIix7tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRKWWBgQVds/s320/fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many excellent reasons César Vidal is an international bestselling author, and &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman’s Testament&lt;/em&gt; is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman’s Testament&lt;/em&gt;, Señor Vidal blends superb storytelling with Scriptural truth into a powerful novelization of Mark’s Gospel. Originally penned in Spanish, nothing is lost in translation in this novel that garnered the Martinez-Roca Spirituality Prize in 2004. Consider the first sentences of the novel for a flavor of the author and his main character:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I, Marcus Junius Vitalis, known amongst my men as the “Asiatic,” veteran soldier in the service of Rome, faithful companion of Cæsar Claudius and Cæsar Nero, know that I have arrived at the last stretch of this winding and bitter path we call life. Others will live on, be it for a shorter or longer time, but my life is ending. Before I know it, it will be utterly extinguished, and I will find myself cast onto the shores of a different world.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from this perspective Vitalis relates his story of an encounter that upended his world view as a die-hard defender of Rome and staunch adherent to the ideals of the Empire, and framed his view of the “different world” now poised to receive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting is 62 AD Rome, in Nero’s palace. The Emperor commissions Vitalis to investigate a neo-Jewish cult who profess to follow the &lt;em&gt;Christos&lt;/em&gt;. One of the last survivors of the original inner circle of the &lt;em&gt;Christos&lt;/em&gt;, a fisherman named Petros, is imprisoned in Rome. Nero decides to lead the prosecution personally to ascertain why this cult that calls itself “The Way” did not die out after the crucifixion of its leader 30 years earlier, as so many other rebellions had in the past. Indeed, it continues to grow, with&amp;nbsp;its influence now reaching into even the capital city. Vitalis joins Nero in the interrogation and hears the tale from the mouth of Petros through Mark, his companion and translator. Nero and Vitalis walk away with completely divergent impressions of the story they’ve heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 167 pages, this is a ‘quick read’; however, its impact will linger long after you reach the back cover. While nothing can replace Scripture, &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman’s Testament&lt;/em&gt; is a worthy alternative text to recommend to someone who may never otherwise crack open the Bible. The power in hearing the Gospel is presented through the divinely inspired words of Petros and Mark, anticipated objections and misunderstandings of the message are delivered through the humanly understandable reactions of Nero and Vitalis, and the joy of reading excellent prose is delivered through the enviable literary skill of Señor Vidal. Tough combination to beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2272617149211588443?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2272617149211588443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2272617149211588443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2272617149211588443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2272617149211588443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/08/fishermans-testament-by-cesar-vidal.html' title='The Fisherman’s Testament, by César Vidal (Zondervan)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TGNMHIix7tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRKWWBgQVds/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3029268458437711552</id><published>2010-07-25T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:40:53.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Act'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Act, by Liz Johnson (Steeple Hill)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TExJm9hvt1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/OSmZq3S8Dv4/s1600/vanish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TExJm9hvt1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/OSmZq3S8Dv4/s200/vanish.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/vanishing-act-liz-johnson/9780373444069/pd/444069?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=768654&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;Vanishing Act&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is a fun read for the inspirational suspense/romance afficiando. Ms. Johnson does a good job of keeping you guessing throughout the story as to who is the bad guy and who is the good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is imaginative. Our heroine, Nora James, witnessed the shooting of her father in a back alley and barely escaped the same fate herself. Now on the run from an assassin hired by the crime boss who shot her father, Nora must disappear and stay disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter FBI Special Agent Nate Andersen, whose job it is to find Nora and protect her from the assassin. A twist of fate has him stumble upon her unwittingly, and so begins the cat-and-mouse game of uncovering the identity of the assassin without becoming victims themselves. True to a romance, an 'impossible' attraction develops between Nora--who cannot become involved with anyone for fear of endangering them--and Nate, who has a troublesome background of his own when it comes to romantic involvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most inspirational romances, it's not the destination, it's the journey. The satisfying ending must be reached in a believable, thought-provoking and entertaining&amp;nbsp;way. Ms. Johnson achieves that in &lt;em&gt;Vanishing Act&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3029268458437711552?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3029268458437711552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3029268458437711552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3029268458437711552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3029268458437711552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanishing-act-by-liz-johnson-steeple.html' title='Vanishing Act, by Liz Johnson (Steeple Hill)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TExJm9hvt1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/OSmZq3S8Dv4/s72-c/vanish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7168937025597657647</id><published>2010-07-21T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:30:58.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Not Afraid'/><title type='text'>Be Not Afraid, by Deborah Lynne (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TEbShjG6PBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0DMwyA1yIEU/s1600/Afraid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TEbShjG6PBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0DMwyA1yIEU/s200/Afraid.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't need to tell you &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/be-not-afraid-deborah-lynne/9781602902299/pd/902299?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=828544&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;Be Not Afraid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is suspenseful. Just look at the cover. Neither do I need to tell you it carries a thread of hope and inspiration throughout the story. Just look at the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lynne has conceived a fascinating storyline that captured me at the very beginning. Our heroine, Samantha Cain, is the widow of a policeman. The entire 3rd Precinct where her late husband, Martin,&amp;nbsp;worked blames her for his death. Now, her own life threatened by a serial killer who thinks she can identify him, Samantha is forced to rely on the protection of Detective Matthew Jefferies who is not only from the 3rd Precinct, but is her husband's former partner. How does conflict get any better than &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychotic killer is not interested in doing away with Samantha immediately. He plays with her mind, wants her to&amp;nbsp;know he can drop her at will and there's nothing she can do about it. Reminiscent of the movie &lt;em&gt;Play Misty for Me&lt;/em&gt;, at every scene you're on the edge of your seat in anticipation of the next physical or psychological attack, wondering when he will make the final move of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha leans on her faith to sustain her, as her trust in the police force is at an all-time low from the treatment she received after Martin's suicide. Matthew&amp;nbsp;struggles with his own insecurities and prejudices as he protects Samantha and&amp;nbsp;tries to track&amp;nbsp;down the killer before he strikes again. And neither of them understand nor welcome a growing attraction they discover for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lynne develops a great story culminating in an unexpected showdown scene between Samantha and the killer. She keeps the tension up throughout, but doesn't exhaust the reader--at least, not unduly.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good show, Deborah! When's the next book coming out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7168937025597657647?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7168937025597657647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7168937025597657647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7168937025597657647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7168937025597657647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-not-afraid-by-deborah-lynne-oaktara.html' title='Be Not Afraid, by Deborah Lynne (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TEbShjG6PBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0DMwyA1yIEU/s72-c/Afraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6776623291290112976</id><published>2010-07-05T07:31:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:30:44.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disciple'/><title type='text'>Disciple, by EG Lewis (Cape Arago Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capearagopress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490399645417710386" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TDHRY1wNozI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oHOvgmjQEbU/s320/scan0008.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 182px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 117px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disciple&lt;/em&gt; is a worthy sequel to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/Witness"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, EG Lewis's well researched and skillfully told novelization of the early Christian Church as recounted in the Biblical book of Acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This second book in the "Seeds of Christianity" series finds Shemuel and Rivka becoming followers of The Way of Yeshua. In doing so they endure the persecution of the ruling religious elite and shunning by their common Jewish brethren. No longer able to sell his lambs to the Temple, Shemuel moves his family to Jerusalem, only to discover life is no easier as a wood carver and physician there than shepherding was in their hometown of Bethlehem. When the twelve apostles spread out through the known world in obedience to the Great Commission, Shemuel and Rivka accompany Peter to Antioch. There they meet both tribulation and victory as they plant and nuture the congregation that will become the first to be dubbed as "Christians." The plot tightens and reaches its catharsis in intense crises affecting not only Shemuel's personal life, but that of the young church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mr. Lewis faithfully tracks the events of Acts, filling in realistic scenarios and vibrant characters that propel the New Testament accounting in a fresh and entertaining way. If you enjoyed &lt;em&gt;Witness&lt;/em&gt;, you can't help but revel in &lt;em&gt;Disciple&lt;/em&gt;. Well done, Ed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6776623291290112976?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6776623291290112976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6776623291290112976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6776623291290112976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6776623291290112976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/07/disciple-by-eg-lewis-cape-arago-press.html' title='Disciple, by EG Lewis (Cape Arago Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TDHRY1wNozI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oHOvgmjQEbU/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5013240257287678238</id><published>2010-07-03T15:09:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:03:19.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fox&apos;s Honor'/><title type='text'>The Fox's Honor, by LD Alford (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/2-the-foxs-honor/l-d-alford/9781602901070/pd/901070?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=576403&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775380140082530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TC-Zn0XvRWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XxrJUCCxLFE/s320/Fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A fascinating read for the science-fiction buff happily suffering from a debilitating touch of the romantic notion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Fox's Honor&lt;/em&gt;, Mr. Alford transports an unbending code of chivalry and honor to a futuristic world light years displaced in time and distance from the Avalon in which such Arthurian ethics were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The romantic will not be disappointed in the love story between Sir Devon Rathenberg, alias "The Fox," and Lady Tamar Falkeep, the woman who has stolen The Fox's heart. Denied any chance of a future due to social station and propriety, Sir Devon and Lady Tamar must conceal their love. But when, in a twisted turn of events, The Lady thwarts Sir Devon's planned death, a new course deciding the fate of the Human Galactic Empire is demanded--a course that will take them and their noble houses into collision with the tyrannical faux Emperor Perod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neither will the sci-fi buff be disappointed with Mr. Alford's detailed account of escaping the constraints of physical space via null space transportation, meticulous attention to the demands of orbital dynamics, and descriptions of the astro-/aeronautical nuances of intergalactic spacecraft. Those Star Trek afficiandos owning a copy of Hayne's &lt;em&gt;USS Enterprise: Owner's Workshop M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anual&lt;/em&gt; will demand a similar work from Mr. Alford. I take that back; they won't need one. Mr. Alford, a test pilot himself, renders treatment only an aeronautical engineer's mother could love to the technical aspects of space travel and the vehicles that conquer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fox's Honor&lt;/em&gt; is Book Two in "The Chronicles of the Dragon and The Fox." It's prequel is &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/1-the-end-of-honor/l-d-alford/9781602900141/pd/900141?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=576369&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;The End of Honor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and it's followed by &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/3-a-season-of-honor/l-d-alford/9781602901087/pd/901087?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=576404&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Season of Honor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I didn't need the prequel to enjoy &lt;em&gt;The Fox's Honor.&lt;/em&gt; I am, however, driven to purchase the sequel. I suspect you will be, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5013240257287678238?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5013240257287678238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5013240257287678238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5013240257287678238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5013240257287678238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/07/foxs-honor-by-ld-alford-oaktara.html' title='The Fox&apos;s Honor, by LD Alford (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TC-Zn0XvRWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XxrJUCCxLFE/s72-c/Fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1901842751409558840</id><published>2010-06-19T08:50:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:13:34.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendon Forrest Judisch, by Neal &amp; Janice Judisch (N&amp;JJ, TLP*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TBzLawQboyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lTji2doTd48/s1600/Brendon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484482106721280802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TBzLawQboyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lTji2doTd48/s320/Brendon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This most recent release is a marvelous sequel to N&amp;amp;J J's already extensive collection of interactive works. The initial softcover edition (shown above) features artwork of beautiful intricacy truly worthy of a Master Designer. The interior layout comprises blank pages eagerly awaiting the first lines of what we trust will be a tale of inspiration and hope, brimming with ample doses of humor, pathos and, undoubtedly, spirited action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Packaging and transportation will be figured at an initial weight of 9 lbs. 11 oz., and a size of 22 in.--a veritable tome; however, N&amp;amp;J J reserve the right to adjust these calculations, as they will most certainly increase as the blank pages are filled. N&amp;amp;J are sure, though, that all interested parties will agree the unfolding story will be well worth any additional costing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brendon Forrest, although clearly a competitive work, will not be submitted for any earthly awards--although he will surely garner those serendipitously over the years he is in print. Rather, the authors intend to reserve their best writing in honor of and in dedication to the True Publisher who ultimately made this release possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An enthusiastic readership looks forward to the continuing saga of Brendon Forrest Judisch, not the least of whom is this reviewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Welcome aboard, little guy! (Did I say "little"?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(* Tender Loving Parents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1901842751409558840?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1901842751409558840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1901842751409558840' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1901842751409558840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1901842751409558840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/06/brendon-forrest-judisch-by-neal-janice.html' title='Brendon Forrest Judisch, by Neal &amp; Janice Judisch (N&amp;JJ, TLP*)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TBzLawQboyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lTji2doTd48/s72-c/Brendon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3544163234093410904</id><published>2010-06-17T10:06:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:59:46.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hidden Flame'/><title type='text'>The Hidden Flame, Davis Bunn &amp; Janette Oke (Bethany House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/easy_find?Ntt=the+hidden+flame&amp;amp;N=0&amp;amp;Ntk=keywords&amp;amp;action=Search&amp;amp;Ne=0&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;nav_search=1&amp;amp;cms=1"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483759522225834146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TBo6OzPvyKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vDhN4vqU_oI/s320/flame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A great and fitting sequel to &lt;em&gt;The Centurion's Wife.&lt;/em&gt; Gripping storyline, quality writing; a story with a soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hidden Flame&lt;/em&gt; picks up the tale in the "Acts of Faith" series with Abigail, the lovely servant girl, struggling to maintain purity in her faith and perspective in her family. She struggles to release her haunting fear for the safety of Jerusalem's fledgling community of Believers to her Lord's care, and to keep in check her brother, Jacob's, wayward desire to become a Roman legionnaire. Elevating the stress level are the attentions of two competing suitors, neither of whom is acceptable for the same reason. You will love Simon Peter's resolution to that little dilemma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those who've read &lt;em&gt;The Centurion's &lt;/em&gt;Wife, you'll recall that Abigail is nearly crippled from a disasterous encounter with a pot of scalding water. She toils through her pain to provide for the physical and emotional needs of an exploding population of followers of The Way amid the intrigue and dangers of open persecution by the Jewish ruling elite and under the distrustful scrutiny of the city's Roman occupiers, until she is finally rendered infirm by the injury. You will love Simon Peter's resolution to that little dilemma, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hidden Flame&lt;/em&gt; faithfully tracks the Scriptual account of the early Church, as recounted in the book of Acts, filling in vibrant characters and realisitic scenarios to propel the story along. And, as in its prequel, Ms. Oke and Mr. Bunn combine their masterful storytelling talents that make the journey a most enjoyable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One word of warning: if, for some strange reason, you've already decided you're not going to read the third book in the "Acts of Faith" series, don't read this second one. Its ending will change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3544163234093410904?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3544163234093410904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3544163234093410904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3544163234093410904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3544163234093410904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/06/hidden-flame-davis-bunn-janette-oke.html' title='The Hidden Flame, Davis Bunn &amp; Janette Oke (Bethany House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TBo6OzPvyKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vDhN4vqU_oI/s72-c/flame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5853449668367306285</id><published>2010-05-31T20:14:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:18:11.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Available - The Word Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TARfJt_J02I/AAAAAAAAAPA/VBqngsnZi2o/s1600/Final+Cover+-+smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477607667357307746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TARfJt_J02I/AAAAAAAAAPA/VBqngsnZi2o/s320/Final+Cover+-+smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup, it's finally here! The second and final part to &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale&lt;/em&gt; was released on May 26th. The two best ways to get your copy are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can order a copy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Word-Fulfilled-Bruce-Judisch/dp/1602902259/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1275198839&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the full cover price of $21.95, plus shipping. This is the fastest way to receive the book, but most expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can order a copy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/easy_find?Ntt=bruce+judisch&amp;amp;N=0&amp;amp;Ntk=keywords&amp;amp;action=Search&amp;amp;Ne=0&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;nav_search=1&amp;amp;cms=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christian Book Distributors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for $15.99, but there are shipping fees and there's sometimes a delay in receiving books from CBD until they get fully stocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks again to everyone for your encouragement during this project. &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale&lt;/em&gt; took nearly eight years from the time I typed the first line of &lt;em&gt;Ben Amittai: First Call&lt;/em&gt; until this release of &lt;em&gt;The Word Fulfilled.&lt;/em&gt; Jonah was very patient with me and so were you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God bless and I hope you enjoy the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5853449668367306285?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5853449668367306285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5853449668367306285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5853449668367306285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5853449668367306285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-available-word-fulfilled.html' title='Now Available - The Word Fulfilled'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/TARfJt_J02I/AAAAAAAAAPA/VBqngsnZi2o/s72-c/Final+Cover+-+smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2393121619601729314</id><published>2010-05-23T16:51:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:37:02.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Long Road Home'/><title type='text'>The Long Road Home, by Judi Ann Ehresman (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oaktara.com/Judi_Ann_Ehresman1.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474586861449996850" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S_mjvrC_ajI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SXRDT296Y7Q/s320/long+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Road Home&lt;/em&gt; is a gentle, heartwarming novella about the bond between Christian brothers and sisters that transcends social order, skin color and self-limitation. Set in the 19th-century Indiana wilderness, the story is of a young woman, Mandy Evanston, eking out a living alone while her husband works on the westward-expanding railroad. Mandy receives word that her husband has been killed in a construction accident, and now faces an uncertain future with her child who is yet to be born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enter Deidre, a runaway slave, who, with her young son, Jedediah, goes into hiding in Mandy's barn. Mandy discovers the pair and a mutually beneficial friendship begins. The two women work the farm and draw close, as they both mourn the loss of their husbands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, Mandy's husband, Ethan, for his own reasons, has allowed Mandy to think him dead. He slips away morally, pushed by his own selfish struggle with restlessness, yet guilt-ridden at his deceit. At the depths of Ethan's depression, God draws him and turns the struggle to one of returning to his wife and confessing his sin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ms. Ehresman paints a lovely picture of the forested Indiana countryside, but also relates a convincing story of what it took to survive in the midst of such stark, unforgiving beauty. &lt;em&gt;The Long Road Home&lt;/em&gt; is a comfortable read, one you can curl up and smile with at the end of the day. Enjoy!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2393121619601729314?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2393121619601729314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2393121619601729314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2393121619601729314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2393121619601729314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-road-home-by-judi-ann-ehresman.html' title='The Long Road Home, by Judi Ann Ehresman (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S_mjvrC_ajI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SXRDT296Y7Q/s72-c/long+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1077642189847329506</id><published>2010-05-19T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:47:29.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S_RzkRplfPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fUYx7zvAcS8/s1600/Final+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473126514212306162" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S_RzkRplfPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fUYx7zvAcS8/s320/Final+Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I've been kinda quiet on the blog lately, but there's a really good reason . . . :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Word Fulfilled is finishing its final edit and will be heading to the printer very soon. I'm apologizing in advance for the spam mail I'm going to send out when I have a release date.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might be fun to have another &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-whatchyall-did.html"&gt;Amazon Surge Day&lt;/a&gt;, like we did with The Journey Begun. We'll have to see if we can beat the lowest ranking (low is good!) that we got last August with The Journey Begun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will keep you posted and thanks to everyone who's been asking about when The Word Fulfilled will be out. Should be within the next month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1077642189847329506?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1077642189847329506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1077642189847329506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1077642189847329506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1077642189847329506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/05/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S_RzkRplfPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fUYx7zvAcS8/s72-c/Final+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2955833123807513019</id><published>2010-04-18T09:41:00.050-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:01:17.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Distant Melody'/><title type='text'>A Distant Melody, by Sarah Sundin (Revell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Distant-Melody-Novel-Wings-Glory/dp/0800734211"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461488033457246642" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8sabiNEEbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UBHP-17i3yU/s320/distant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh boy, was this good! Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already confessed to being a softie for stories of the Greatest Generation, but that aside, this is a marvelous book. Strong storyline, excellent writing, impeccable research--&lt;em&gt;A Distant Melody&lt;/em&gt; has it all. In fact, Sarah Sundin has set the bar so high in this, her debut novel, that I'm a little nervous for her follow-on work. (Not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story opens in 1942 with plain Allie Miller, heiress to a fabulously wealthy estate and a disasterously arranged engagement, visiting friends in the rural California countryside. There she meets Walt Novak, an unremarkable B-17 pilot on furlough from flight training. A friendship ensues and they leave behind promises to write each other, as Walt heads to England to fight the Luftwaffe over Europe and Allie returns home to fight herself over her future. Over the months and the miles, their faith and their relationship blossom and grow, albeit hindered by stutter-steps mostly of their own making. Finally, Walt returns home from England to an unexpected and breath-robbing climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the bottom of page two, I knew I was going to like Sarah Sundin the Author. Smooth phrasing, great word choice, clever dialog, yes. But most impressive was her ability to finesse a consistent, yet subtle, thematic metaphor throughout the story, one hinted at by the title of the book. I was reminded of a marvelous cinematographic technique used in filming the movie &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Age of Innocence&lt;/em&gt;, where the poignancy and theme of the story were underscored by brief snippets of seemingly unrelated graphical representations: a shifting collapse of burnt-through logs in a waning fireplace, the cold ash of a dying cigar breaking off into the ashtray. Ms. Sundin employs her obvious familiarity with the elements of music in the same way and to the same effect. Really well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Ms. Sundin knows her aeronautical and military lore. Full and accurate descriptions of the dynamics of powered flight, the anatomy and personality of the B-17 Flying Fortress, and the intensity and horror of aerial combat in World War II, set in concrete her right to author this story. Sound mechanical? Instructive? Dry? Oh, my goodness, no. She doesn't teach you about flying, you feel the wind tangle your hair during an open-cockpit landing. You don't mentally picture a Fort's cramped bubble turrent, your muscles stiffen in sympathy with the belly gunner. You don't read about somebody getting peppered by flak shrapnel through the plexiglass nose, you grab your leg and look for blood. She's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably gotten the picture that I liked this book. If you're looking for a story with as much romance, faith and action as you can possibly get into 415 pages, you've found it. No, you don't need to be a World War II buff to love this book. You just need to love great books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2955833123807513019?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2955833123807513019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2955833123807513019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2955833123807513019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2955833123807513019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/distant-melody-by-sarah-sundin-revell.html' title='A Distant Melody, by Sarah Sundin (Revell)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8sabiNEEbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UBHP-17i3yU/s72-c/distant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-617096425155215094</id><published>2010-04-12T08:03:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:00:32.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposure'/><title type='text'>Exposure, by Brandilyn Collins (Zondervan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?isbn=9780310276432&amp;amp;event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1017366"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459236557695304770" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8MauZZBREI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JsZoVO0q3dc/s320/exposure.gif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are many good reasons Brandilyn Collins is recognized as a master of Christian suspense--and you'll find at least one of them on every page of &lt;em&gt;Exposure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exposure&lt;/em&gt; sets the tension bar high from the beginning and doesn't let up until about three days after you've finished the book. I made the mistake of selecting it for bedtime reading. Don't do that. I still haven't caught up on lost sleep, and I hit the back cover last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ms. Collins, bless her slightly warped heart, chose a storyline that pricks at a fear I think everyone owns at some level of their subconscious: the fear of being watched. By someone. From somewhere. For some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our heroine, Kaycee Raye, sports that fear way above the subconscious level. It pervades every waking moment of her life. Kaycee confronts her paranoia by writing a syndicated column entitled "Who's There?" (Okay, admit it. That title is freaky enough by itself.) In her column, Kaycee helps her readers deal with their phobias by laying bare her own. But someone else is reading her column. Nearby. For a definite reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The shadow reader exploits Kaycee's neurosis for a nefarious purpose that Ms. Collins springs on us through a gargantuan twist late in the story. That's the point at which you don't put the book aside until you've finished it--despite your wife's post-midnight beseeching to please turn off the bedside lamp and go to sleep. That's also the point from which Ms. Collins may well become the defendant in a class action suit for inflicting chronic insomnia on an unsuspecting readership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, it's Jeannie's turn to read &lt;em&gt;Exposure&lt;/em&gt;. I put it on her stack of to-reads that sits on her bedside night table . . . then I took it off the stack. It's now banished to the reading nook in our living room. It was either that or stock up on Tylenol PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You really need to read &lt;em&gt;Exposure&lt;/em&gt;. I'll know if you don't. Because I know who reads these reviews. And I'll be watching. From somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-617096425155215094?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/617096425155215094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=617096425155215094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/617096425155215094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/617096425155215094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/exposure-by-brandilyn-collins-zondervan.html' title='Exposure, by Brandilyn Collins (Zondervan)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8MauZZBREI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JsZoVO0q3dc/s72-c/exposure.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5833713496430154227</id><published>2010-04-12T06:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:17:31.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word Fulfilled, by Bruce Judisch (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8MAZQhXDWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiGG8uggcW4/s1600/TWF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459207607234792802" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8MAZQhXDWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiGG8uggcW4/s320/TWF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Word Fulfilled&lt;/em&gt; is up to bat in the production process at OakTara. It should be coming out within the next couple of months. Whatcha think of the cover? Should I keep it? Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not a review, it's a preview. It's also my blog, so I can self-indulge on occasion. And, no, I have no idea why this cover came out so much larger than the other ones I post for my reviews. Must be an ego...er, I mean a technical-glitchy thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5833713496430154227?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5833713496430154227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5833713496430154227' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5833713496430154227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5833713496430154227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-fulfilled-by-bruce-judisch-oaktara.html' title='The Word Fulfilled, by Bruce Judisch (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S8MAZQhXDWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiGG8uggcW4/s72-c/TWF2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3789009396455211939</id><published>2010-04-12T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:16:27.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forget Me Not'/><title type='text'>Forget Me Not, by Vicki Hinze (Multnomah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6txFuX-Q6I/AAAAAAAAANw/e__PvjYE6YQ/s1600/scan0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781601422057"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452576117023982498" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6txFuX-Q6I/AAAAAAAAANw/e__PvjYE6YQ/s320/scan0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Forget Me Not&lt;/em&gt;, Vicki Hinze spins an intricate web of intrigue, pitting against each other two extremes on the spectrum of human behavior: the indiscriminant destruction of innocent life and the benevolent protection of the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Three years ago, Benjamin Brandt lost his wife, Susan, and his son, Christopher, in a senseless act of violence, and he still hasn't recovered from the loss. When a woman, beaten and left for dead, appears at his crisis center bearing not only an uncanny resemblance to Susan, but the personalized necklace he had given his late wife, his emotionally scarred defenses go up. Suffering from trauma-induced amnesia, our Jane Doe struggles with Ben's acute reaction and her own bewilderment at her loss of identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing and no one are as they seem. Ms. Hinze counterpoises an array of supporting characters, some of whom want to finish the job on Jane Doe, and others who, for their own reasons, want her alive. Bearing its own pressure in the background is an international terrorist organization with their own agenda, and their own reasons for wanting the mystery woman dead--and alive. Sound confusing? Let Ms. Hinze sort it out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget Me Not&lt;/em&gt; is the first in the "Crossroads Crisis Center" series. You'll look forward to more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leave a comment on this post indicating your interest in owning the book before 5:00 pm on Friday, April 16th, and earn a chance to win a free copy of &lt;em&gt;Forget Me Not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note: This review copy of &lt;em&gt;Forget Me Not&lt;/em&gt; was provided free of charge by Multnomah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3789009396455211939?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3789009396455211939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3789009396455211939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3789009396455211939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3789009396455211939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/forget-me-not-by-vicki-hinze-multnomah.html' title='Forget Me Not, by Vicki Hinze (Multnomah)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6txFuX-Q6I/AAAAAAAAANw/e__PvjYE6YQ/s72-c/scan0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5042421719517076160</id><published>2010-04-09T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:09:29.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this broadcast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New development on the publishing front! OakTara, the publisher who is releasing &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale&lt;/em&gt; has teamed with FamilyAudioLibrary.com to provide e-books for our titles. &lt;em&gt;The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt; is now available in PDF as a download directly to your computer--no Kindle or Nook needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can see it by going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familyaudiolibrary.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.familyaudiolibrary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and clicking the E-Book tab on the left side of the page. Then enter the title in the search window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cool beans! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5042421719517076160?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5042421719517076160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5042421719517076160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5042421719517076160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5042421719517076160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html' title='We interrupt this broadcast...'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8179151367505924900</id><published>2010-04-05T14:49:00.072-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:29:31.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Centurion&apos;s Wife'/><title type='text'>The Centurion's Wife, by Davis Bunn &amp; Janette Oke (Bethany House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Centurions-Wife-Acts-Faith-Book/dp/B002IKLMPW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1270501039&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456743502777992322" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S7o_TgGAxII/AAAAAAAAAOA/bubL7jijht0/s320/TCW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You'd expect a collaborative effort between two authors as accomplished as Mr. Bunn and Ms. Oke to be something special, something uniquely satisfying in both form and expression. &lt;em&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/em&gt; does not meet that expectation. It leaps far beyond it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In form, the authors have done seemingly the impossible. They've taken a historical era trodden upon by so many authors from so many angles and in so many ways that it seems there'd be no verdant literary soil left among all the typewritten footprints to sow, and yet they still created a fresh and intriguing story. The central characters are Leah, a niece of Pontius Pilate driven to servitude in his household, and Alban, a centurion from the conquered territory of Gaul. They have irreconcilable amibitions. Leah's precludes marriage, and Alban's necessitates marriage--specifically to Leah. Oh, it gets better. Leah is pushed by Pilate's wife to discover the means and intentions of the followers of the Christ her husband has put to death, and Pilate forces Alban to do the same. Neither Pilate nor Procula know of the other's scheme, neither Alban nor Leah know of the other's mission. But the servant's and soldier's divergent goals paradoxically force their paths to merge where they encounter an irresistable force: the lure of a fledgling Gospel, and a purity of love and acceptance among its adherents--the very community Leah and Alban are to spy upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In expression, such beauty flowing from a single pen wielded by two master craftsmen of the literary art is something to behold. As I read, I made a distinct effort to try to identify those passages where I thought Mr. Bunn was manning the keyboard, and those points where Ms. Oke nudged him aside to color the text in her own way. Huh uh. They wove the tapestry so skillfully, that even the most subtle shifts in shading melded together seamlessly. One story, one theme, one narrative born of two minds united by the same irresistable force that ultimately united their heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/em&gt; is the first book in the "Acts of Faith" series. The second, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Flame-Acts-Faith-Janette/dp/0764207423/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1270500679&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hidden Flame&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(2010) carries the story forward into the early days of Christianity, and promises to be as satisfying as &lt;em&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/em&gt;. Tell you what: I'll let you know. While you're waiting, get a copy of &lt;em&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/em&gt;. You won't be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8179151367505924900?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8179151367505924900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8179151367505924900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8179151367505924900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8179151367505924900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/04/centurions-wife-by-davis-bunn-janette.html' title='The Centurion&apos;s Wife, by Davis Bunn &amp; Janette Oke (Bethany House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S7o_TgGAxII/AAAAAAAAAOA/bubL7jijht0/s72-c/TCW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2836154060486134240</id><published>2010-03-23T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:41:25.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Clouds Roll Away'/><title type='text'>The Clouds Roll Away, by Sibella Giorello (Thomas Nelson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clouds-Roll-Away-Raleigh-Harmon/dp/1595545344/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1269256850&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451417115429144738" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6dS-8-jiKI/AAAAAAAAANg/0Yw5cnEQx2g/s320/clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FBI Special Agent Raleigh Harmon is back in Richmond, and it's about time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Clouds Roll Away&lt;/em&gt;, our intrepid forensic geologist turned special agent finds herself once again embroiled in a racially charged federal crime. And, at first blush, everything seems normal, predictable: on the surface, the notorious Ku Klux Klan is on a crusade against a hip-hop mogul who has the audacity to move into and garishly rennovate a historically sensitive plantation along the hallowed James River; on the surface, the ensuing hate-crime events intone yet another social lamentation of 'how things are' in the South, and; on the surface, our hero's best efforts are hindered by those who can't understand her and by those who simply refuse to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But authors as accomplished as Ms. Giorello rarely spend much time on the surface.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In her previous two books, &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Stones%20Cry%20Out"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Stones Cry Out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Rivers%20Run%20Dry"&gt;The Rivers Run Dry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you could sense an underlying spiritual metaphor of the human condition like a subterranean stream flowing just close enough to the surface to disturb the soil, but not dampen your feet. In &lt;em&gt;Clouds&lt;/em&gt;, the stream splits into multiple layers and, at the just the right times, breaks the surface of the narrative like an artesian spring. Then it gently soaks back into the storyline, leaving just enough of a remnant to moisten the path. Raleigh's story has come into its own, as has the author's skill in telling it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example? Perhaps the widest branch of this multi-thematic stream is the Hope of the Advent Season, whose vibrant current underlies the tale and contrasts the despair we earn when we choose to ignore it. Ms. Giorello infuses the Yuletide into the story in a variety of ways that are just plain cool. Strategically placed snippets of familiar Holiday lyrics sporadically lift our minds above the dogged grit of Raleigh's world as they briefly capture her own attention. An inexplicably resurgent Christmas spirit defeats dormancy in Raleigh's mother, Nadine, who is just emotionally unstable enough that I think we're eventually going to find out how together she actually is. Then there's...oh well, enough. You just need to read this--and not only for the message, but for the sheer enjoyment of reading Sibella Giorello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've noted Ms. Giorello's unique writing voice before. In &lt;em&gt;Clouds&lt;/em&gt; she has honed it to a razor's edge. The reader's thoughts of the destination are nearly forgotten amid the joy of the journey. As an author, it's hard--not to mention a bit selfishly depressing--to grasp how this much raw action, dry wit and gutty poignancy can be finessed so seamlessly into a single story. When I grow up, I'd like to be able to write like this. Until then, I'll just tap my fingers and wait for the next book–which, oh-by-the-way, is &lt;em&gt;The Mountains Bow Down&lt;/em&gt;, due for release next year. Not soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2836154060486134240?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2836154060486134240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2836154060486134240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2836154060486134240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2836154060486134240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/03/clouds-roll-away-by-sibella-giorello.html' title='The Clouds Roll Away, by Sibella Giorello (Thomas Nelson)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6dS-8-jiKI/AAAAAAAAANg/0Yw5cnEQx2g/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4995854350361959109</id><published>2010-03-22T05:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:13:55.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here Burns My Candle'/><title type='text'>Here Burns My Candle, by Liz Curtis Higgs (WaterBrook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781400070015"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450729232135787794" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6ThW4BKlRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ptGS5yf2b1A/s320/Candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Those who have read Ms. Higgs' "Lowlands of Scotland" series, in which she spirited the Biblical story of Jacob, Leah and Rachel from the pages of the Old Testament into 18th-century Scotland, will nod in agreement that historical fiction doesn't get much better. Well, you can stop nodding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a finger-drumming four years since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Thine-Eyes-Lowlands-Scotland/dp/1578562597"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grace in Thine Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the final part of the "Lowlands" series, the Bard of the Brogue is back--and the brogue never sounded so good. &lt;em&gt;Here Burns My Candle&lt;/em&gt;, turns the clock back 'a wee bit' from the 1760s of "Lowlands" to the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745-46 in which Bonnie Prince Charlie laid claim to the throne against King George. Caught up in the political intrigue surrounding the Rising is the family of the late Lord John Kerr. The Lady Marjorie, Lord John's widow, with her sons, Donald and Andrew, and their respective wives, Lady Elisabeth and Janet, enjoy the comfortable life of Edinburgh's nobility. The Kerrs are staunch loyalists to King George, but for one: the Lady Elisabeth, whose roots cling to the verdant soil of Prince Charlie's Highlands. All is well until the charismatic Prince Charlie shreds the delicate fabric of Scottish society, laying bare the true sentiments and loyalties of not only the Kerrs, but all of Edinburgh's populace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Secrets thread themselves through the Kerr family as deeply and darkly as the forest green of the clan's hunting plaid. The Lady Marjorie's hidden stash of gold, Donald's covert waywardness, and Lady Elisabeth's private devotion to the superstitious 'auld ways' of her Highlands past all come to light in their own way and in their own time. At the crux of the story, tragedy strikes, and Lady Marjorie must flee with her daughters-in-law to the Kerr's country estate in Selkirk. But what awaits them there? Sorry. You'll want to hear that from Ms. Higgs, not from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some readers of this review might recognize a similarity to another Old Testament story. There's a free copy of the book to be had for the first person who leaves a comment on this post, telling just which story that is. If you're uncertain, check the trailer below for a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="310" width="430"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2nPMBA_rgM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;sf=l&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2nPMBA_rgM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=l&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: WaterBrook provided this copy of &lt;em&gt;Here Burns My Candle&lt;/em&gt; for this review, as well as the giveaway copy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4995854350361959109?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4995854350361959109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4995854350361959109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4995854350361959109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4995854350361959109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-burns-my-candle-by-liz-curtis.html' title='Here Burns My Candle, by Liz Curtis Higgs (WaterBrook)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S6ThW4BKlRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ptGS5yf2b1A/s72-c/Candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4928831230872863998</id><published>2010-03-11T09:30:00.038-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:30:50.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Found on 16th Avenue'/><title type='text'>Found on 16th Avenue, by Karen Roth (Watercress Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karenrothbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447399640293461826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S5kNHH1IT0I/AAAAAAAAANI/71k-huz6cmE/s320/16th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gritty and inspirational, &lt;em&gt;Found on 16th Avenue&lt;/em&gt; brings to vibrant life the archetypical underdog we love to root for, but for whom we hold little hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If anyone "didn't have a chance" at a normal life, it was Joseph Vesely. Illigitmate son of a cast-out homeless woman, Joe scratches out an existence on the streets barely this side of survival, while he watches his mother waste away from a life of abuse and alcoholism. At her passing, he is taken to live with his aunt, uncle and grandmother--a Czech family who lives in a world he didn't realize even existed, let alone understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Set in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, during the 1930s, Ms. Roth immerses us in the life and times of the town's Czech community as they eke out their own existence in the throes of the Great Depression. John Mark Martin, Joe's uncle, pastors a small church during the day and provides for his family by working in a factory at night. Joe's irascible grandmother, Josephina Vesely, and his stoic aunt, Kate, struggle to maintain a meaningful family life for their two sons, Johnny and Stephen. When Joe shows up on their doorstep, the family's delicate physical, spiritual and emotional balance is put to the test. Their meager larder must stretch to fill another hungry mouth, their patience to win the emotionally scarred and withdrawn youth into their hearts, and their faith to lift him where he needs it the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ms. Roth does a fantastic job of pulling the reader into the story. Her characters are vivid and multi-dimensional, her descriptions acute. We recoil from the ambient stench of the factories along the river with John Mark as he trudges wearily home from his mid-shift. We choke and sweat through the dusty heat of a Midwestern summer as the boys chop and dig at the hard soil of the family garden. And we shiver in the sub-zero winter in the drafty house as Kate scrapes for just one more lump of coal to put in the furnace. But mostly, we hold our breaths as Joe takes one faltering step after another on the road to redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's really great about this story, though, is that it doesn't end at the back cover. Ms. Roth has blessed the reader with the continuing story of Joe's coming of age in &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/My%20Portion%20Forever"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Portion Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the sequel to &lt;em&gt;16th Avenue.&lt;/em&gt; Get 'em both and do what I once again failed to do: read &lt;em&gt;Found on 16th Avenue&lt;/em&gt; first . . . (sigh!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4928831230872863998?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4928831230872863998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4928831230872863998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4928831230872863998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4928831230872863998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/03/found-on-16th-avenue-by-karen-roth.html' title='Found on 16th Avenue, by Karen Roth (Watercress Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S5kNHH1IT0I/AAAAAAAAANI/71k-huz6cmE/s72-c/16th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2709943893748401089</id><published>2010-02-18T19:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:49:51.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deadfall'/><title type='text'>Deadfall, by Robet Liparulo (Thomas Nelson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deadfall-Hutchinson-Novel-Robert-Liparulo/dp/159554481X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1266542061&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439756260844841314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S33lf4hdKWI/AAAAAAAAANA/qNN0Oe42rm0/s320/deadfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t start this book unless you’ve got plenty of time on your hands, ‘cuz you won’t be putting it down any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Deadfall&lt;/em&gt;, Mr. Liparulo delivers an intense, captivating thriller that nails you to your seat from the first chapter all the way until you come to a screeching halt at the back cover. Indeed, after the first couple of chapters, I seriously wondered if I would continue or set it aside. I’m glad I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the far northern reaches of the Northwest Territories, &lt;em&gt;Deadfall&lt;/em&gt; drops an unsuspecting foursome of friends out for ten days of stress-free camping and male bonding directly into the middle of a hotbed of evil intrigue. A gang of brigands has taken the remote town of Fiddler Falls hostage and uses the town as an experimental base for testing and refining a fearsome new weapon—but with a terribly twisted purpose you’d never suspect. The two groups collide and the race for survival and dominance is on. The camping party, armed with only a bow and arrows, pits its skill and mettle against an unknown deadly technology driven by a cold malevolence that is all but beyond comprehension by the rational mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw and reveals an ugly side of human nature that decent folk wish really wasn’t there. But it is. The reader can take heart, though, that the counterbalance of decency and all the virtues we like to think we possess are also evident. It’s this virtue and the unpredictability of decency that comes into play at the most crucial point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well written and meticulously researched, &lt;em&gt;Deadfall&lt;/em&gt; doesn’t describe the Canadian wilderness to you, it pulls you in. You can smell it, see it, and feel it. You can also smell, see and feel the fear, grit and determination of those who will not see evil triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great read. Gird your heart; you’re in for a ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2709943893748401089?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2709943893748401089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2709943893748401089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2709943893748401089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2709943893748401089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/02/deadfall-by-robet-liparulo-thomas.html' title='Deadfall, by Robet Liparulo (Thomas Nelson)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S33lf4hdKWI/AAAAAAAAANA/qNN0Oe42rm0/s72-c/deadfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2959591662990305913</id><published>2010-02-12T06:00:00.052-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:26:17.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry River'/><title type='text'>Hungry River, by Millie Samuelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milliesbooks.org/books.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437325874713711090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S3VDEypZ0fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YRy82OqVQnU/s320/river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you're looking for an inspiring, thought-provoking story that's so closely written from the author's heart it almost has its own pulse, &lt;em&gt;Hungry River&lt;/em&gt; is a must read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Samuelson has crafted a wonderful story based upon real characters and events from her own family's past—missionaries in China at the turn of the 20th century and the years following. History buffs will recall that tumultuous era as the setting for the bloody Boxer rebellion during which thousands of Chinese Christians and missionaries were slaughtered. Millie touches on these events through the eyes of those who endured them in the pages of &lt;em&gt;Hungry River.&lt;/em&gt; But mostly you'll read of the missionaries' quiet work in China's back villages, as well as her large cities, and of the steadfast faith that sustained them through tribulations and victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie does a remarkable job of setting the stage of each chapter by interweaving and counterbalancing excerpts of two sets of journals. The first is a contemporary diary by Abbie, the storyteller. The second comprises letters, journals and other memorabilia of her father and her grandparents, who are the main characters of the novel. Abbie is reading through the family records and, in addition to telling their story, records her impressions of their significance not only to her own heritage, but to the larger cause of worldwide missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Self-published novels carry an all-too-often well deserved stigma of poor quality. &lt;em&gt;Hungry River&lt;/em&gt; shatters that stigma. The word that kept creeping into my mind as I absorbed Millie's writing style was "gentle"—but don't confuse "gentle" with "boring"; nothing could be farther from the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The great writer and writing teacher, Cecil Murphey, commented that one of the best compliments he had received was when a publisher told him his writing was so very easy to read. Reading Ms. Samuelson's prose is effortless. You never trip over awkward phrasing or burdened vocabulary in &lt;em&gt;Hungry River&lt;/em&gt;. The story is authentic and captivating, the reading experience a joy. This book is a treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bad news and good news. First the bad news. Ms. Samuelson has discontinued printing &lt;em&gt;Hungry River&lt;/em&gt; in its current form. Now the good news. She still has copies available through Amazon.com, and would also be pleased to send an autographed copy by contacting her &lt;a href="http://www.milliesbooks.org/books.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. More good news. Millie has expanded &lt;em&gt;Hungry River&lt;/em&gt; by nine chapters and is seeking traditional publishing through the Hartline Literary Agency for the book under the new name &lt;em&gt;Dragon River.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you're an editor who has stumbled upon this review, take this as a good lead on a winner. If you're a reader who loves excellent writing and engaging storytelling, you can take the same lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2959591662990305913?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2959591662990305913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2959591662990305913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2959591662990305913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2959591662990305913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/02/hungry-river-by-millie-samuelson.html' title='Hungry River, by Millie Samuelson'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S3VDEypZ0fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YRy82OqVQnU/s72-c/river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8138215166709939252</id><published>2010-02-05T17:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:09:15.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out the Web Site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, my &lt;a href="http://www.brucejudisch.com/"&gt;Web site &lt;/a&gt;has been updated. Still waiting for a cover design on &lt;em&gt;The Word Fulfilled&lt;/em&gt; to post, but there's now a home page that links to separate pages for each book--including &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially check out the &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt; page. There's a synopsis of the story and a photo gallery of pictures in Berlin before, during, and after the Wall fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8138215166709939252?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8138215166709939252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8138215166709939252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8138215166709939252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8138215166709939252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-out-web-site.html' title='Check Out the Web Site!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5028065429862919245</id><published>2010-02-01T06:04:00.039-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:52:56.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><title type='text'>Witness, by E.G. Lewis (Cape Arago Press)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capearagopress.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433245080263278146" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S2bDnSq7PkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Tfb3Cn2d_Ik/s320/witness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"An Old Story told in a New Way--" goes the tagline on the back cover of E.G. Lewis's &lt;em&gt;Witness&lt;/em&gt;. The only thing that description leaves out is "--and told really well." I had the pleasure of reading the manuscript of &lt;em&gt;Witness&lt;/em&gt; during its development. I then had the pleasure then of reading the final product. The Law of Diminshing Returns suspended itself in this case. The second read was as enjoyable--if not more so--than the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ed Lewis has crafted an wonderfully entertaining, thought-provoking, and deeply informative novel of a young Jewish shepherdess, Rikvah, who witnesses the angelic announcement of Christ's birth. As the only female among the shepherds who go to see "this which has happened, which the Lord has told us about," she becomes the first human being after Mary and Joseph to cuddle the Infant. This would not be the last event Rikvah witnesses in the life of the Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Witness&lt;/em&gt; follows Rikvah's life in the years following the Incarnation, and that of Shemuel, a childhood friend and, she hopes, someday her betrothed. A catastrophe at the Temple yanks Shemuel from Rikvah's life, but not from her heart. What follows is a poignant tale of faith, loyalty, and finally redemption in more ways than just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A friend once told me, "When I read historical fiction, I want to learn something." If you share that viewpoint, this is the book for you. &lt;em&gt;Witness&lt;/em&gt; immerses you in Judean village life in the 1st-century AD where you learn everything from spinning yarn and making cheese to coming of age under the yoke of Roman oppression. But the storyline never disappears behind the education. Mr. Lewis weaves the lore seamlessly into the adventure, blending meticulous research and practiced storytelling into a delightfully statisfying tale that you won't soon forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Great read, Ed! Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5028065429862919245?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5028065429862919245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5028065429862919245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5028065429862919245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5028065429862919245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/02/witness-by-eg-lewis-cape-arago-press.html' title='Witness, by E.G. Lewis (Cape Arago Press)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S2bDnSq7PkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Tfb3Cn2d_Ik/s72-c/witness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1692142373695354796</id><published>2010-01-25T05:55:00.042-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:38:02.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm Surge'/><title type='text'>Storm Surge, by Rene Gutteridge (Tyndale House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/storm-surge-rene-gutteridge/9780842387668/pd/387668?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1133624&amp;amp;#curr"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430645782060180882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S12HkOSrpZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uKwNGhwQRO8/s320/surge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If the name 'Rene Gutteridge' does not appear on your list of reading credits, your literary dossier is woefully incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ms. Gutteridge's veteran pen has once again produced a superbly entertaining work with a wonderful balance of humor, poignancy and mystery. &lt;em&gt;Storm Surge&lt;/em&gt;, the third in the "Storm" series, follows FBI Special Agent Mick Kline in a race against the death-row clock. The condemned prisoner, Sammy Earle, has been incarcerated for a crime in which Agent Kline himself was once implicated. Only now doubts begin to surface as to Sammy's guilt, and Mick personally takes on the case against everyone's advice, including his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The web of intrigue began to weave itself in steamy jungles of Vietnam with the murder and disappearance of two American soldiers. In the intervening years, it expands and stretches taut, ensnaring more hapless victims who stumble--or are pushed--into it. It finally snaps amid a Category 4 hurricane on the Texas coast, where it threatens not only Mick, but the woman he loves. The action is intense, the drama poignant, and the characters multidimensional. Having said that, my next comment may seem a little odd: it was really funny. By that I mean Ms. Gutteridge has mastered the tricky art of diffusing tension at just the right points with appropriate humor. How? By knowing how to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've commented on an author's writing voice in a few of my posts, with notables going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/bookends-by-liz-curtis-higgs-multnomah.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/stones-cry-out-by-sibella-giorello.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sibella Giorello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Put Rene Gutteridge right alongside them. I rarely laugh out loud when I read a crime novel, but my uninhibited reaction to Ms. Gutteridge's subtly witty narrative style and glib repartee between characters drew more than one raised eyebrow from my wife, who was lying next to me trying to concentrate on her own book. I kept saying, "Listen, you've got to hear this passage! You'll crack up!" I guess I said that too many times, as she finally exhorted me to stop before I read her the whole book. (Sorry, Jeannie, but just wait until &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; read it . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had the pleasure of sitting through a couple of Ms. Gutteridge's seminars at an ACW writers' conference two years ago. If I had taken better notes, perhaps I could write as well as she does . . . in a few years . . . or longer . . . maybe. (Sigh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1692142373695354796?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1692142373695354796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1692142373695354796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1692142373695354796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1692142373695354796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/01/storm-surge-by-rene-gutteridge-tyndale.html' title='Storm Surge, by Rene Gutteridge (Tyndale House)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S12HkOSrpZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uKwNGhwQRO8/s72-c/surge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1984365822326421002</id><published>2010-01-22T16:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:10:58.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Movement...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my editor today! &lt;em&gt;The Word Fulfilled&lt;/em&gt; is scheduled to start the production process next week. Won't speculate on an exact release data yet, but once the process starts, it usually flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have been asking about the book. Apologies in advance for the spam you're going to get from me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1984365822326421002?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1984365822326421002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1984365822326421002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1984365822326421002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1984365822326421002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-movementagain.html' title='There&apos;s Movement...again!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7974180627333241834</id><published>2010-01-19T16:04:00.045-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:41:00.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Portion Forever'/><title type='text'>My Portion Forever, by Karen Roth (Eagle Rock)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Portion-Forever-Karen-Roth/dp/1609140001/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264165111&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429547612365473842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S1mgyVYdSDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LFM36EG5Xas/s320/Portion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now here's a book that has it all: trucks blowing up for guys, romance for women, and inspiration for everyone--not to mention a great story line and excellent writing. What more could we ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Portion Forever&lt;/em&gt; follows Sana Toledo, an Algerian-born American girl living in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Sana, destined to suffocate in servitude to her uncle in his tiny grocery store, runs away after high school, becomes a nurse, and ends up choking on the dusty grit of the North African desert attending the "boys" fighting Rommel's tanks in the early days of World War II. Surrounded by a colorful cast of unforgettable characters, Lt. Toledo endures the horrors of war, the exhaustion and frustration of front-line hospital life, and her own personal struggle with a beckoning faith she doesn't understand. Her path criss-crosses that of Ranger Lt. Joe Vesely, a high-school friend who becomes more than just a friend, from their training in the rainy cold of England, through the first taste of combat on the beachhead at Arzew, and culminating in the bloody battle of Kasserine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of Jack Cavanaugh's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/Dear%20Enemy"&gt;Dear Enemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;My Portion Forever&lt;/em&gt; provides a seldom-seen look at the hope and heartache, perseverence and peril, of the medical corps' doctors and nurses as they fought to save the lives of young soldiers maimed in a war thousands of miles from home. You'll be fascinated by the initiative the medical troops took, the innovativeness they displayed when proper medical supplies and facilities dwindled or were altogether lacking--like beer bottles for IV containers and human hair for sutures. Ms. Roth doesn't shy away from the devastation and gore of battle and its carnage; however, neither does she cross the line into gratuitously bloody descriptions for shock value. Meticulously researched and skillfully delivered, &lt;em&gt;My Portion Forever&lt;/em&gt; rounds out the story of The Greatest Generation from the viewpoint of those who fought so hard to preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as an author, I was struck by how Karen Roth can immerse love, honor and faith in so much grit, blood and tears and still have them shine through unblemished. It's both inspiring and intimidating. Readers, take heart; writers, take a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great book. I can't recommend it highly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7974180627333241834?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7974180627333241834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7974180627333241834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7974180627333241834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7974180627333241834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-portion-forever-by-karen-roth-eagle.html' title='My Portion Forever, by Karen Roth (Eagle Rock)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S1mgyVYdSDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LFM36EG5Xas/s72-c/Portion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8752238856687347448</id><published>2010-01-10T12:34:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:40:33.073-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sleeping Matchbook'/><title type='text'>The Sleeping Matchbook by Patricia Stebelton (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oaktara.com/Patricia_Stebelton.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425205022734773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S0ozOWXFbkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IuZtpfPhLWU/s320/sleeping_matchbook_1p7r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Sleeping Matchbook&lt;/em&gt;, Patricia Stebelton pens a wild and witty mystery young readers of all interests will enjoy. Secrets abound in this inspirational tale of two girls setting out to solve a cold case--but not so cold that it doesn't heat up in a hurry the moment they start poking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Samantha "Sam" Westbrook" lost a best friend when her neighbor and 'big sister,' Amanda Griffen, left for a birthday party--and never came back. Her boyfriend was found the next morning behind the wheel of his Mustang, shot to death. Amanda hasn't been seen since. What's really strange, is that the school jacket Amanda was wearing that night mysteriously reappears in her closet bearing the only clue as to what might have happened: a single matchbook lodged in the lining beneath a pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's now four years later. Going through Amanda's closet with her mother, seventeen-year old Sam finds the coat and the matchbook, a discovery that sparks a quest to discover just what happened that night. She enlists the help of her new friend, Tracy, and together they face danger and the threat of violence as their sleuthing breaks open old wounds and creates waves that ripple all the way into the highest levels of the police department itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Physical, emotional and spiritual challenges dog their steps along the way and provide the most meaningful lessons of all for both Sam and Tracy. &lt;em&gt;The Sleeping Matchbook&lt;/em&gt; accelerates and explodes in a dynamic ending that neither of the girls expect. You won't either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good read for the tweenager and teenager, and parents won't have to worry about this one. The moral and spiritual lessons come through loud and clear, but not so loud that they drown out the story. Nice job, Patricia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8752238856687347448?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8752238856687347448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8752238856687347448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8752238856687347448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8752238856687347448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeping-matchbook-by-patricia.html' title='The Sleeping Matchbook by Patricia Stebelton (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/S0ozOWXFbkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IuZtpfPhLWU/s72-c/sleeping_matchbook_1p7r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-378246531310031840</id><published>2009-12-25T17:42:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:48:19.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Cicadas'/><title type='text'>Saving Cicadas, by Nicole Seitz (Thomas Nelson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=1595545034&amp;amp;title=Saving_Cicadas"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419324688596200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SzVPF2pH7HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-kEDk7-8e4Q/s320/SavCic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to describe &lt;em&gt;Saving Cicadas&lt;/em&gt; as deceptively imaginative, but ‘deceptive’ could cast a negative shade over the story and I don’t mean it in any negative way. Still, it’s true, so I’m sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saving Cicadas&lt;/em&gt; is deceptively imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Seitz has woven a subtly explosive tale of redemption, hope and fantastical intrigue set in the flatlands of the South. It seemed harmless enough. When the theme began to emerge from the plot, I sat back, comfortable in my certainty with where the tale was going. I assumed the journey would be the focus as the destination was obvious. And then something happened. I straightened in my chair, narrowed my eyes, and read on. After a couple more chapters, all became clear again, and, lulled into a second brief period of smug satisfaction, I turned the page—and stepped right into another curve ball. Then came a fast ball. Then a slider.&lt;em&gt; My gosh, Nicole! What are you doing here?&lt;/em&gt; What she was doing was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivered in the first-person perspective mostly through the eyes of 8½ year-old Janie Doe Macy (who might not be who she thinks she is), and Grandma Mona (who might not be who you think she is), &lt;em&gt;Saving Cicadas&lt;/em&gt; both celebrates and struggles with the miracle of life—all life; from bugs, to roses, to children, and a whole lot in between. But there's more to it than that. The true delight of the first-person voice is experiencing the story through the eyes of a character directly involved in it. If done well, it creates the effect of involving you in it, too. Nicole captures Janie’s mind and vernacular so well, you don’t experience the story with Janie, you become Janie. If you don’t, either you’ve never been eight years old, or you have no pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saving Cicadas&lt;/em&gt; is a journey of discovery, but you won’t really know where it’s leading until Ms. Seitz decides it’s okay for you to know. She sets you up with a straightforward thematic thrust, putting you comfortably off guard, then keeps you off balance with simplistically complex plot. Multi-dimensional characters challenge your inclination to develop first impressions and stick with them for any meaningful length of time. Her colorful writing voice paints a warm and unpretentious backdrop—which is ‘deceptive’ in its own right. Then, when you least expect it, the story picks up speed and passes the point of safe ejection before you have a chance to react. So, get yourself two cups of tea and unplug the telephone, ‘cuz you’re not going anywhere for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you’ve probably noticed that I enjoyed this book. Please get it. If, when you’ve finished it, you don’t agree with this review, &lt;em&gt;I’ll&lt;/em&gt; refund you the cover price. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last bit of advice: Don’t ever sit down at a poker table with Nicole Seitz. You haven’t got a chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Disclaimer: &lt;em&gt;Saving Cicadas&lt;/em&gt; was provided free of charge by Thomas Nelson for review; however, my comments would have been no different had I spent twice the cover price.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-378246531310031840?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/378246531310031840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=378246531310031840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/378246531310031840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/378246531310031840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/12/saving-cicadas-by-nicole-seitz-thomas.html' title='Saving Cicadas, by Nicole Seitz (Thomas Nelson)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SzVPF2pH7HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-kEDk7-8e4Q/s72-c/SavCic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8518676505655634237</id><published>2009-12-14T08:29:00.072-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:09:36.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Deadly Wilderness'/><title type='text'>A Deadly Wilderness, by Kelly Irvin (Five-Star)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyirvin.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415100218587695602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SyZM9VgPSfI/AAAAAAAAALw/zdR3LLRHuwU/s320/Wilderness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SyZMrw-zB7I/AAAAAAAAALo/bkX_W024CGc/s1600-h/Wilderness.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally turned off the reading lamp an hour and a half after my usual bedtime last night. I had reached the last few chapters of Kelly Irvin's &lt;em&gt;A Deadly Wilderness&lt;/em&gt;. It wasn't so much that I "couldn't put it down." It's that I refused to put it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Set right here in San Antonio, &lt;em&gt;A Deadly Wilderness&lt;/em&gt; is a fast-paced thriller that follows the exploits of Detective Ray Johnson, who, while hiking in one of the city's wilderness parks, literally falls over a dead body--but not just any dead body. The late Joey Doyle, son of a prominent local family, has been savagely murdered and partially dismembered. Immediate and intense political pressure fuel Ray's innate overdrive, and he fights both the politicos and the clock to solve the case before the killer strikes again...and then again...and then again. All the while, Ray's professional skills and his devout faith are challenged to the limit every perilous inch of the way. Then, when he starts to get too close, the killer turns his eyes on Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An excellently conceived and cleverly crafted supporting cast push and pull at Ray throughout the ordeal. His on-again/off-again relationship with the lovely Susana Martinez-Acosta becomes entangled with the investigation, as does his strained friendship with Susana's protective brother, Samuel--who also happens to be Ray's boss. Hindered as much as helped by Detective Deborah Smith, his alcoholic partner, Ray limps one step forward then stumbles two steps backward until...nope, not gonna tell ya. You'll have ta read the "until."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Ms. Irvin does more than spin a gripping tale of murder, lust, and greed. She invades the human heart and turns it inside out, spilling the good, the bad and the ugly into a jumbled mess on the floor. Then she very carefully and skillfully reassembles the pieces and sculpts them into a diverse cast of personae who complement and collide, attract and repel, win and lose, and...well, I guess act a lot like you and I. They're at once lovable, annoying, inspiring, frustrating, and...well, I guess are a lot like you and I. Do I detect a trend here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only one more thing. You'll enjoy Ms. Irvin's delightful writing voice that permeates the characters' dialog and garnishes the narrative with glib one-liners and poignant observations. I mean...okay, let me give you an example. Now, this is just from her 'Acknowledgments' page, mind you; it's not part of the actual story and, in fact, isn't designed to be overtly clever. You be the judge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's important to state for the record that the events in this novel are complete and utter fiction. San Antonio parks are incredibly safe, beautiful places for families to share wonderful times together, in large part because of the San Antonio Park Police. The crimes that occur in parks in this novel are figments of a feverish, overactive imagination."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I ask you: if she can write a sterile acknowledgment with this much personality, imagine how it reads when she's selling you her dream. Just how do you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; read a story by someone who writes like this? Uh huh, you'll refuse to put it down, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, now **yawn** I've begun my work week sleep deprived, and it's all Ms. Irvin's fault. If I get grouchy, Kelly, you have Jeannie to answer to, that's all I have to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;A Deadly Wilderness&lt;/em&gt; is scheduled for release in January 2010. I highly recommend you pre-order it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Wilderness-Kelly-Irvin/dp/1594148430/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1260801072&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8518676505655634237?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8518676505655634237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8518676505655634237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8518676505655634237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8518676505655634237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/12/deadly-wilderness-by-kelly-irvin-five.html' title='A Deadly Wilderness, by Kelly Irvin (Five-Star)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SyZM9VgPSfI/AAAAAAAAALw/zdR3LLRHuwU/s72-c/Wilderness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4208730818032404439</id><published>2009-12-03T06:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:07:56.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Feature!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of you may already have noticed, but there's a new widget on the blog. Halfway down on the left side is a Shelfari bookshelf with those books I have lined up for my next reviews. Mouse-over the cover and you'll get a synopsis of the story. There are also navigation buttons at the bottom of the bookshelf to page ahead to additional covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a work of Christian fiction you'd like me to review, please feel free to leave a comment at any time. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4208730818032404439?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4208730818032404439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4208730818032404439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4208730818032404439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4208730818032404439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-feature.html' title='New Feature!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5096642169836769968</id><published>2009-11-15T16:23:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:38:20.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Love for Eternity'/><title type='text'>A Love for Eternity, Janice Braswell (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Eternity-Janice-K-Braswell/dp/1602902186/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258371474&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404459697064440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SwB_dd5w8gI/AAAAAAAAALA/_SkH1OIMh9s/s320/a_love_for_eternity_cov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;A Love for Eternity&lt;/em&gt;, Janice Braswell crafts a warm story of redemption, self-discovery and love. Drawing from her own family experience of homelessness, abandonment and abuse, Ms. Braswell imbues her writing with an intensity of pathos that permeates every scene, every page, every heartfelt struggle of her heroine--and those who reach out to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jayden Arman is a veteran of the foster-care system. Growing up in Odessa, Texas, in the home of an abusive man and his alcoholic wife, Jayden counts the moments until her eighteenth birthday when she can escape "the system" to forge her own way in the world. Tethered to her past by her devotion to Emma, a special-needs child who shared Jayden's foster home, she struggles to develop her own identity and capture some sense of self worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unbeknown to Jayden, Jonathan Baxter, the youth pastor at the church Emma attends, discovers his own tether--a growing attraction for the girl who picks up Emma every Sunday, but refuses to darken the door of the church herself. His pastoral desire for her spiritual need for Christ and his concern for her emotional well being complement, then conflict with, his attraction for the lovely Jayden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jayden moves to San Antonio and stumbles into the life of Daniel Taylor, son of a local landscaper, but, more importantly, a committed Christian with a deep love for mission work--especially in Africa, where he spent a year among the people of a small village near the Zambisi River. He falls for Jayden, too, but would she ever share his zeal for mission work on the Dark Continent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here we go. You ready? Jonathan moves to San Antonio to assume a church pastorate not far from the boarding house where Jayden lives. Uh huh, you see it coming, right? Daniel? Jonathan? Jayden's own search for redemption from an abused childhood and her quest to discover her father's part in her mother's murder, which put her into foster care in the first place? Yeah, I didn't tell you about that, did I? Collision time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, you'll want to read this, 'cuz that's all I'm giving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bravo, Ms. Braswell. Well done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5096642169836769968?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5096642169836769968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5096642169836769968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5096642169836769968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5096642169836769968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/11/click-cover-for-more-information.html' title='A Love for Eternity, Janice Braswell (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SwB_dd5w8gI/AAAAAAAAALA/_SkH1OIMh9s/s72-c/a_love_for_eternity_cov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6483608344425280669</id><published>2009-11-03T09:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:35:41.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut of Shiloh Winter May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SvBHUYHyKmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aIRpqCAeEq0/s1600-h/Shiloh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399894368615279202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SvBHUYHyKmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aIRpqCAeEq0/s320/Shiloh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeannie and I now have enough grandchildren for a football penalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiloh made her appearance at 11:10 am on Sunday, November 1st, measuring 20 inches and weighing in at 8 lb. 5 oz. Remember that, as I expect this is the last time she'll ever let me publicize her weight again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number-nine granddaughter/number-twelve grandchild is home and lookin' good, as is her mom. Her dad looks a little haggard, but, oh well. Okay, that may sound harsh, but I'm supposed to be hard on the guy who stole...er, married my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scorecard now stands at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Kim May - 4 girls and a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neal &amp;amp; Janice Judisch - 3 girls and a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collin &amp;amp; Janelle McCann - 2 girls and a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is it just me, or does anyone else spot a trend?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce &amp;amp; Jeannie Judisch - 3 dogs and a cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's winning is a highly subjective call; however, Bruce &amp;amp; Jeannie don't get up for two o'clock feedings. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the family, Shiloh. Love you! - Grammie &amp;amp; Papa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6483608344425280669?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6483608344425280669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6483608344425280669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6483608344425280669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6483608344425280669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/11/debut-of-shiloh-winter-may.html' title='Debut of Shiloh Winter May'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SvBHUYHyKmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aIRpqCAeEq0/s72-c/Shiloh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-182325554196349168</id><published>2009-10-20T05:46:00.071-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:06:03.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom Hunter'/><title type='text'>Wisdom Hunter, by Randall Arthur (Multnomah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781590522592"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394633694600014386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/St2Ww2P8qjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iBLZ4fosd_U/s320/dcover.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some novels are character driven, others plot driven. &lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt; is unabashedly agenda driven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agenda. In &lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt;, Mr. Arthur pounces on and wrestles to the ground a modern American evangelistic model that replaces the joy and compassion of Christ-centered, Biblically focused Christianity with suffocating legalism and contrived tradition. Thought-provoking, in spots controversial, &lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt; takes on a rigid institutionalism that bears no resemblance to the example or the teachings of the Christ it purports to emulate. Not surprisingly, Mr. Arthur draws the parallel between Jesus and the Pharisees of His day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Character. In the story, the Reverend Jason Faircloth is a mega-church pastor who has built his empire--North Metro Church of the Bible--on religious dogmatism and the strength of his own unbending will. North Metro is so far to the right on the religious spectrum, even Rush Limbaugh would raise an eyebrow. Strict dress code, no rock music, no dancing--the stereotypical litany of "no's," but especially no questioning the pastor's decisions. Dubbed "The General" by the media and his own congregation, Rev. Faircloth runs North Metro and his household in like manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plot. North Metro statistically "thrives" under The General's leadership. But his household collapses, when his only daughter, Hannah, runs away to escape his domestic tyranny, and his wife, Lorena, dies of a broken heart. Jason's faith is shattered that God did not dutifully honor his petitions for Hannah's return and his wife's recovery, and he crumbles. He resigns the pastorship and embarks on a dual-focused journey of self discovery and searching for a granddaughter he has never met. The pedulum swings to the other extreme and Jason samples the 'greener pastures' of worldliness. His travels take him across the States and overseas, still in search of himself, his granddaughter, and, ultimately, his God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To tell his tale, Mr. Arthur selected the third-person omniscient view, in which the narrator has, as the term implies, omniscience over the entire story and can convey to the reader insights irrespective of chronology or focal character. This allows him to describe and interpret the thoughts, actions and reactions of his characters rather than (or in addition to) the characters acting and speaking for themselves (see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/Culpa"&gt;this review&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for similar commentary). The style has the potential of allowing the narrator's voice to rise above those of his actors and his thoughts to overshadow theirs. And, although the characters in &lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt; are strong enough to carry the plot (although somewhat two-dimensional; i.e., the heroes--human and institutional--appear faultless and the villains lack any redeeming trait whatsoever), the plot itself occasionally becomes transparent against the backdrop of the agenda. There is a strong finish, though, and you'll be satisfied with the story, even if you're not absolutely sold on the agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt; will prompt you to examine your Christianity as it is designed to do, no mistake. Just in that, it is well worth the read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note: &lt;em&gt;Wisdom Hunter&lt;/em&gt; was provided free of charge by Multnomah for this review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-182325554196349168?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/182325554196349168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=182325554196349168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/182325554196349168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/182325554196349168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/10/wisdom-hunter-by-randall-arthur.html' title='Wisdom Hunter, by Randall Arthur (Multnomah)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/St2Ww2P8qjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iBLZ4fosd_U/s72-c/dcover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-9057388944201528018</id><published>2009-10-06T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:55:33.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Katia" to be Contracted by OakTara!</title><content type='html'>Heard from my publisher today. Looks like they're going to pick up the option on my fourth book, &lt;em&gt;Katia.&lt;/em&gt;  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed the synopsis from my earlier post, &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/07/sneak-preview-of-novel-4.html"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-9057388944201528018?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/9057388944201528018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=9057388944201528018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/9057388944201528018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/9057388944201528018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/10/katia-to-be-contracted-by-oaktara.html' title='&quot;Katia&quot; to be Contracted by OakTara!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6938566037090650210</id><published>2009-09-17T16:10:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:56:01.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centurion'/><title type='text'>Centurion, by L.D. Alford (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1602900124/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0DB5ARFJXTQH61HDHQ4Q&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382547478855443970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SrKmaf_aZgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/moEd-1Z_LFU/s320/centurion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; we're talkin'! I bet you all thought I'd gone soft with all the romance reviews. Well, my guy card raced gleefully back into my wallet with this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L.D. Alford has outdone himself, in my estimation. &lt;em&gt;Centurion&lt;/em&gt; has it all: captivating storyline, impeccable research, plenty of action, and a great balance between the harsh realities of 1st-century AD everyday life and the ideals of a radical fledgling faith. Oh, okay, and there's some romance, too, but it didn't intimidate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abenadar is a half-breed bastard (literally) of a Galilian mother and a Roman sire. I say "sire" instead of "father" because there's more to being a father than simply siring a child--and Abenadar had no father. His mother, an outcast living on the outskirts of Nazareth, finds her only friend in Mary, the mother of Christ--also an outcast. Abenadar and Yeshua become friends during their formative years. And before Abenadar leaves to seek his future as a Roman soldier, Yeshua exhorts him not to forget his God--&lt;em&gt;Adonai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abenadar finds his calling in the austere life of the Roman camp. His military acumen and prowess are quickly revealed--and tested. In battle after battle, Abenadar distinguishes himself, accumulating honors and accolades that advance him to the unexpected rank of Centurion--a position normally reserved for only those of full Roman blood. But inside, he is a man caught between two worlds; fully a Roman warrior, but fully a child of Galilee, who adheres to the precepts of his God, &lt;em&gt;Adonai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is posted to Jerusalem, where he rescues Ruth, a woman of the streets, from an abusive client. Captivated by her beauty, he seeks her out and rescues her from her life of forced harlotry. The stigma he carries as half-Roman, and hers as a Judean whore, bring them together against a world that accepts neither one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeshua enters the picture once again, and Abenadar's and Ruth's respective worlds collide in the draw of this unlikely prophet. How does the love of a Roman soldier, bound to his oath to Caesar, and a Jewess, bound to her faith in God and the promise of His Messiah, survive through the passion of the King of Kings? The answer lies in the pages of &lt;em&gt;Centurion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L.D. Alford delivers an extremely well written and meticulously researched story that won't let you go. Steeped in Roman martial lore, you'll learn more about the Empire's military organization, weapons and battle tactics than you ever realized existed. But the learning never comes at the expense of the story. If fairness still exists anywhere in this world, &lt;em&gt;Centurion&lt;/em&gt; is destined to become a classic in Christian literature--it's got to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6938566037090650210?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6938566037090650210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6938566037090650210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6938566037090650210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6938566037090650210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/09/centurion-by-ld-alford-oaktara.html' title='Centurion, by L.D. Alford (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SrKmaf_aZgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/moEd-1Z_LFU/s72-c/centurion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5997203224273743257</id><published>2009-09-11T16:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:48:45.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocky Mountain Oasis'/><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain Oasis, by Lynnette Bonner (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rocky-Mountain-Oasis-Lynnette-Bonner/dp/1602902143/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252704180&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380323931738517682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SqrAHBfOsLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6tcbkfMv1oQ/s320/rockymountainoasis_zid5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confession: At first, I was fearful this was going to be just another Wild West saga nestled into the dusty piles of rustic romances filling the shelves at the local bookstore. Then I read the first chapter. Many thanks, Ms. Bonner, for allaying my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rocky Mountain Oasis, Lynnette spins a tale with a unique twist that keeps your attention from the front cover to the back. Brooke Baker is on her way west, a mail-order bride escaping an abusive past, but with little hope of a less abusive future. And her lack of hope would have been justified, but for Divine intervention through the initiative of one Skylar Jordan of Pierce City, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky discovers the slovenly Jason Jordan has bought himself a bride. Pricked at the thought of any woman left at the hands of his sot of a cousin, Sky buys the rights to her during one of Jason’s drunken stupors. He meets his unseen, newly betrothed with the chivalrous intention of protecting her from local men less genteel than himself through the coming winter, then granting her the freedom to return east in the spring. But the moment the beautiful girl alights from the stagecoach, his world changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke holds the ruggedly handsome Sky—and her own heart—at arm’s length, convinced that all men are like her cruel Uncle Jackson and brutal ex-fiancé, Hank. Fighting her own emotions, and the draw of the kind and thoughtful Sky, she struggles to escape a past that refuses to let her go. The question is, can Sky’s patience and prayers heal the wounds on Brooke’s heart? It’s slow going, and, at times, becomes as agonizing for the reader, it seems, as it is for Sky. But the story is worth the agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Bonner captures the smell of the towering pines and the chill of the mountain air on every page of Rocky Mountain Oasis. She also brings home the power of righteous prayer in purging the dregs of human tragedy. The story is well conceived, and will linger with you long after you’ve read the last line and began researching when Lynnette’s next book is scheduled for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Rocky Mountain Oasis is based upon actual events, people and places. As an added treat, pull up Google Maps on your computer and type in “Pierce, ID” as a keyword. Select the satellite view, zoom out, and you’ll get a great visual of what Ms. Bonner does such a fine job of describing. You can feel the trip from Pierce City westward to Lewiston almost as Sky and Brooke did as they wound down mountain paths and forded rocky river beds. Neat story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5997203224273743257?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5997203224273743257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5997203224273743257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5997203224273743257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5997203224273743257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/09/rocky-mountain-oasis-by-lynnette-bonner.html' title='Rocky Mountain Oasis, by Lynnette Bonner (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SqrAHBfOsLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6tcbkfMv1oQ/s72-c/rockymountainoasis_zid5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7047873835395122279</id><published>2009-09-11T16:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:49:23.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stray Affections'/><title type='text'>Stray Affections, by Charlene Ann Baumbich (WaterBrook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stray-Affections-Snowglobe-Connections-Novel/dp/0307444716/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252703978&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380320886634301346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/Sqq9Vxlzx6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wgsd4zjYFww/s320/stray-affections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Stray Affections&lt;/em&gt;, the last thing that Cassandra expects out of her Sunday is to be mesmerized at a collectors’ convention by a snowglobe. She’s enjoying some shopping time, with husband Ken at home tending their brood of four young boys, when she’s utterly charmed by the one-of-a kind globe containing figures of three dogs and a little girl with hair the color of her own. She can’t resist taking the unique globe home—even if means wrestling another shopper for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful snowglobe sparks long-dormant memories for Cassie, of her beloved Grandpa Wonky, the stray she rescued as a child, and the painful roots of her combative relationship with her mother, “Bad Betty” Kamrowski. Life in Wanonishaw, Minnesota is never dull, though, and Cassie keeps the recollections at bay, busy balancing her boys, her home daycare operation, and being a good friend to best pal Margret. But after a strange—flurrious, as Cassie deems it—moment happens with the remarkable snowglobe, Cassie and the people she loves are swirled into a tumultuous, yet grace-filled, and life-changing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The quirky, close-knit Midwestern small-town feel invites readers to experience the laughter and the healing of second chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About the author: Charlene Ann Baumbich is a popular author and speaker and an award-winning journalist. In addition to her &lt;em&gt;Dearest Dorothy&lt;/em&gt; series of novels, she has written seven nonfiction books of humor and inspiration. A bungee-jumping, once motorcycle-owning grandma and unabashed dog lover, Charlene lives with her husband and rescued dog Kornflake in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. She loves telling stories, laughing whenever possible, and considers herself a Wild Child of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can view a YouTube video trailer of Stray Affections &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/video.php?v=101927788491"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7047873835395122279?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7047873835395122279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7047873835395122279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7047873835395122279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7047873835395122279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/09/stray-affections-by-charlene-ann.html' title='Stray Affections, by Charlene Ann Baumbich (WaterBrook)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/Sqq9Vxlzx6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wgsd4zjYFww/s72-c/stray-affections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3959000958508132411</id><published>2009-08-27T06:42:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:27:48.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culpa'/><title type='text'>Culpa, by Morgan D. Jones (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/culpa-morgan-jones/9781602900554/pd/2900554?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=576479&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374608123114028098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZxnLEj_EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/48clsvpd9yw/s320/culpa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I, just this minute, finished reading &lt;em&gt;Culpa&lt;/em&gt;. I eyes haven't cleared yet, so please forgive any typos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was s-o good. I wasn't sure at the beginning how I would receive Mr. Jones's offering. It's a hefty 519 pages, but the climax is well worth the journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first concern was that Mr. Jones penned his tome in the third-person omniscent voice. That means he tells the story as a narrator who has all the facts from the beginning to the end, and can share them with the reader at will regardless of how far the tale has progressed and what his characters know--although there is contemporaneous dialog and action, don't worry. That style has the potential pitfall of disassociating, or distancing, the reader with the characters themselves. Not so with &lt;em&gt;Culpa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Culpa&lt;/em&gt; follows the life of one Brock Stowolski, a former seminarian who has abandoned his calling for the trappings of the world. Enticed by the lure of the self-made man, Brock follows his dream; that is, his egocentric dream of self-fulfillment and wordly success apart from the God who called him. And he falls into most of the traps such a deception has to offer--but he thrives in those traps, deceived by the grit, determination and talent instilled in him by God, but used apart from God. You genuinely come to hate Brock. You really do. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't reveal the 'until.' There is a family he destroys, a business he nurtures through guile and ruthlessness, and a soul he places in serious peril. But God has another plan, right at the point of the story where you believe there is no hope, no salvation for such a man as Brock. God, as He is wont to do, turns the tables and forces us to examine our own attitude toward the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones has done a great job in developing plot and character to the point to where you think you have them nailed, then only to discover there is hope and there are foibles in those whom we thought were capable of neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo! Good book. Buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3959000958508132411?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3959000958508132411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3959000958508132411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3959000958508132411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3959000958508132411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/culpa-by-morgan-jones-oaktara.html' title='Culpa, by Morgan D. Jones (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZxnLEj_EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/48clsvpd9yw/s72-c/culpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-381677774547336985</id><published>2009-08-27T06:23:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:14:10.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sweetgum Ladies Knit for Love'/><title type='text'>The Sweetgum Ladies Knit for Love, Beth Patillo (Waterbrook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400073955"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374603234968912706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZtKpT8w0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nW7aImfQA_I/s320/knit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(My wife, Jeannie, is the guest reviewer for this book. I've captured her thoughts as well as the story synopsis below. At least, I hope I have...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Six lives in Sweetgum, Tennessee, are in for changes in ways none of them anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once a month, the women of the Sweetgum Knit Lit Society gather to discuss books and share their knitting projects. Inspired by her recent, and unexpected marriage, group leader Eugenie chooses “Great Love Stories in Literature” as the theme for the year’s reading list–a daring selection for a group whose members span the spectrum of age and relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the Knit Lit ladies read and discuss classic romances like &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;, each member is confronted with her own perception about love. Camille’s unexpected reunion with an old crush forces her to confront conflicting desires. Newly widowed Esther finds her role in Sweetgum changing and is surprised by two unlikely friends. Hannah isn’t sure she’s ready for the trials of first love. Newcomer Maria finds her life turned upside-down by increasing family obligations and a handsome, arrogant lawyer, and Eugenie and Merry are both asked to make sacrifices for their husbands that challenge their principles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even in a sleepy, southern town like Sweetgum, Tennessee, love isn’t easy. The Knit Lit ladies learn they can find strength and guidance in the novels they read, the love of their family, their community–and especially in each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The interaction between the Knit Lit ladies, and the reactions they have to the selections of their book club from their own life perspectives, provide a rich filling for a cozy story of evolving lives. Interwoven with metaphorical allusions to knitting, this is a tribute to love and all its complexities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you enjoyed Jan Karon's &lt;em&gt;Mitford&lt;/em&gt; series, this is a good bet for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, Jeannie like it–and she's a hard sell. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-381677774547336985?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/381677774547336985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=381677774547336985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/381677774547336985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/381677774547336985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetgum-ladies-knit-for-love-beth.html' title='The Sweetgum Ladies Knit for Love, Beth Patillo (Waterbrook)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZtKpT8w0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nW7aImfQA_I/s72-c/knit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4630785796224316315</id><published>2009-08-27T06:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:19:23.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rose House'/><title type='text'>The Rose House, by Tina Ann Forkner (Waterbrook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400073597"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374597192403450994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZnq7AE_HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T3w4N9fAA_s/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rose House&lt;/em&gt; is story of a private grief, a secret painting, and a woman's search for hope. Still mourning the loss of her family in a tragic accident, Lillian Diamon finds herself drawn back to the Rose House, a quiet cottage where four years earlier she had poured out her anguish among its fragrant blossoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returns to the rolling hills and lush vineyards of the Sonoma Valley in search of something she can't quite name. But then Lillian stumbles onto an unexpected discovery: displayed in the La Rosaleda Gallery is a painting that captures every detail of her most private moment of misery, from the sorrow etched across her face to the sandals on her feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What kind of artist would intrude on such a personal scene, and how did he happen to witness Lillian's pain? As the mystery surrounding the portrait becomes entangled with the accident that claimed the lives of her husband and children, Lillian is forced to rethink her assumptions about what really happened that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Forkner has excellent eye-pen coordination in describing La Rosaleda, its surroundings, and, particularly the enigmatic Rose House featured on the estate, which has a history of its own. However, some plot amibuguity, what seemed to me to be a rushed romance between Lillian and Truman and a few curious dialog snippets yanked me from the dream at spots. Altogether, though, a good read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4630785796224316315?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4630785796224316315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4630785796224316315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4630785796224316315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4630785796224316315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/rose-house-by-tina-ann-forkner.html' title='The Rose House, by Tina Ann Forkner (Waterbrook)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpZnq7AE_HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T3w4N9fAA_s/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-4199832938391899073</id><published>2009-08-23T19:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:09:21.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Confidential Life of Eugenia Cooper'/><title type='text'>The Confidential Life of Eugenia Cooper, by Kathleen Y'Barbo (Multnomah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780307444745"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373315508768266306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpHZ_HY62EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VzLiAA-hwhM/s320/cooper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a fun read, especially for those who, like myself, are blessed with a touch of the Walter Mitty syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia “Gennie” Cooper is a high-bred debutante of New York City with a secret affinity for dime-store novels—particularly those of her favorite heroine, bounty hunter Mae Winslow, Woman of the West. Spurred on by Mae’s exploits (pun intended), Gennie dreams of having a “Wild West” adventure. Her chance comes when a servant’s sister, destined to become nanny to a precocious child in Denver, needs a temporary substitute to accommodate her wedding plans. Unbeknown to her parents, Gennie schemes to become that substitute in lieu of her summer trip to Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Cooper suffers a terribly inauspicious introduction with her new employer, but manages to win the hearts and minds of the household staff and her rebellious charge, Charlotte “Charlie” Beck, albeit more slowly with the latter. Her relationship with silver baron Daniel Beck, Charlotte’s father, suffers through missteps and misunderstandings throughout the tale, but, as a romance demands, emerges the victor when the trail dust settles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Y'Barbo crafts a clever story, weaving excerpts from Mae Winslow’s adventures into Gennie’s story. Oh, and, if you read closely, you’ll notice a interesting relationship between Mae’s and Gennie’s dilemmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like stories about the West in the 1880s and would be intrigued by the exploits of a romantically inclined city girl grappling with the lure of her rustic fantasy world within the reality of her proper societal upbringing, you’ll enjoy &lt;em&gt;The Confidential Life of Eugenia Cooper&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-4199832938391899073?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4199832938391899073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=4199832938391899073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4199832938391899073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/4199832938391899073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/confidential-life-of-eugenia-cooper-by.html' title='The Confidential Life of Eugenia Cooper, by Kathleen Y&apos;Barbo (Multnomah)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SpHZ_HY62EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VzLiAA-hwhM/s72-c/cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6862316095936217061</id><published>2009-08-08T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:55:57.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Sister, Robin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6862316095936217061?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6862316095936217061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6862316095936217061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6862316095936217061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6862316095936217061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-sister-robin.html' title='I Love My Sister, Robin...'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8348639673405898544</id><published>2009-08-05T05:48:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:28:23.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Whatchya’ll Did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366429936252820194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnljmC5fGuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/85Iw5PJLrF8/s320/Stats1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are: the long-awaited results of yesterday’s Debut Day on Amazon.com. It was so neat to watch the numbers change every hour. Thanks so much for taking part. It was a great kick-off event for the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, me bein’ an analyst an’ all, it’s only right that I comment on the graph and ‘splain to everyone what it appears happened. (Disclaimer: For those of you who don’t know me very well, the below analysis is purely tongue in cheek. Don’t you dare take any of it seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the early part of the day: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366430261653306930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/Snlj4_HAfjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QfzatL1UrsM/s320/Stats3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you can see, the book began the day at a ~840,000 ranking. That is stratospheric and is not a good place for a human or a book to be without supplemental oxygen. At the 7:30-8:30 hour, you’ll notice a precipitous—we authors are allowed to use words like ‘precipitous’ with impunity; we can use ‘impunity,’ too—drop in altitude, which is good when your novel is becoming hypoxic. What disturbs me is such little activity between 5:30 and 7:30. Where was everybody? I thought &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; is online cruising Amazon.com at 5:30 in the morning. I blame my sister, Robin, for not dragging out of the sack at a reasonable time and getting things rolling. Where’s family when you really need them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second, mid-morning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366430942852240546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnlkgoxfVKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UJIYKosmCdA/s320/Stats4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At 9:30, you’ll observe a nice leveling out at the ~20,000 mark, where things hesitated a bit before dropping again. I blame the stutter-step on my sister, Robin, for only ordering 1 book instead of the 112 books I nagged her…er, that she promised me she’d buy. What’s up with sibling loyalty nowadays? And explain to me that spike up to ~28,000 at 10:30, when her co-workers were supposed to be chained to their computers, hardwired to Amazon.com, but were instead most likely given a lamely deserved coffee break. Whatever has happened to the American work ethic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third, later morning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366431631512070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnllIuOyaFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_qb7T5Xa6wc/s320/Stats5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;After dropping off to a nice four-figure level at 11:30, the book kept to the four-figure mark for most of the rest of the day. No drop-off; no progress; no three-figures. I blame my sister, Robin, for actually working on the job instead of being productive and harassing her co-workers to buy more books like I nagged her…er, like she offered to. Focus has never been a strong point of hers, but this is just unacceptable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, later in the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366432290886018146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnllvGlyZGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-aIkNkcHzE/s320/Stats6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Languishing” is the only word for it. Yes, languishing. You guessed it: my sister, Robin, probably had the nerve to go home at the end of the workday—I mean, the book-buying day (not that these ever really end)—and she surely let her co-workers do the same. So there were all those computers sitting at the office going to waste. And we wonder why we’re losing ground in the global marketplace. My sister, Robin, has a lot of explaining to do when the next state-of-the-economy figures are released, that’s all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, now that the dust has settled, I want to thank everyone again for being so great during Debut Day—well, except one person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those of you who think I’ve been unnecessarily hard on my sister, Robin, well, you didn’t see the birthday card she sent me…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All kidding aside, the response to Debut Day was phenomenal—even by my sister, Robin. (Okay, so not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; kidding aside...). Peaking at 3,800 when the ranking set is over 2.5 million data points is incredible. And, as of the time of this whining...er, writing, the book is still below the 9,000 point. Thanks again to all of you. This was terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8348639673405898544?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8348639673405898544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8348639673405898544' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8348639673405898544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8348639673405898544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-whatchyall-did.html' title='Look Whatchya’ll Did!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnljmC5fGuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/85Iw5PJLrF8/s72-c/Stats1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8985166237218943958</id><published>2009-08-01T07:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:21:25.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Debut Day' Set for August 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know by now, Tuesday, August 4th, is the day to order &lt;em&gt;The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt; online. However, if you aren't able to order a book on Tuesday, please don't think you can't order at all(!) The book's gonna be there for awhile. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, for those who are electronically inclined, &lt;em&gt;The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt; is now also available as a download onto a Kindle. (What'll they think of next...?)&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Begun-Novel-Prophets-Tale/dp/B002JPJBRC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1249128736&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364968505484924594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnQyblCWVrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cvgANvU0-qw/s320/Kindle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click image for more info)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the results of Debut Day when the dust settles. Thanks to everyone in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8985166237218943958?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8985166237218943958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8985166237218943958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8985166237218943958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8985166237218943958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/08/debut-day-set-for-august-14th.html' title='&apos;Debut Day&apos; Set for August 4th'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SnQyblCWVrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cvgANvU0-qw/s72-c/Kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7954365035108478175</id><published>2009-07-29T05:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:04:26.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Debut Day' for The Journey Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're there! &lt;em&gt;The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt; is now available on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Begun-Bruce-Judisch/dp/1602901848/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248864619&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Amazon.com &lt;/a&gt;However, before you order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of arranging book signings at local bookstores. I'll be sending out invitations for those events when they're set. However, those who are not in the local area, or who prefer to order their book online, I'm planning a 'Debut Day' on Amazon. com. I'll ask everyone who intends to pick up a copy to wait until one specific day to order it. The spike in orders will push the ranking of the book higher and get it more visibility, for however long the demand remains. I'll be sending out an e-mail message with the specifc day very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. Be ready for that spam... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7954365035108478175?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7954365035108478175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7954365035108478175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7954365035108478175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7954365035108478175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/07/debut-day-for-journey-begun.html' title='&apos;Debut Day&apos; for The Journey Begun'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7594894593003563752</id><published>2009-07-22T17:05:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:20:15.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Critical Care'/><title type='text'>Critical Care, by Candace Calvert (Tyndale)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candacecalvert.com/books.html"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409976813770130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SmeN98s4VZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qMrd-KlH6to/s320/critcare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are three relative-milieu perspectives in which you often find stories set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there’s the inside-looking-out view. At the risk of sounding self-serving, I’ll use my own &lt;em&gt;Ben Amittai: First Call&lt;/em&gt; as an example. The hero—the prophet Jonah—is viewing the outside world from inside his unique perspective as a prophet called of God. He sees the effects of his calling—his milieu, if you will—on those around him who are not part of that calling, but are touched by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there’s the view from the outside looking in. TL Hines’ &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/Waking%20Lazarus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking Lazarus&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has an interesting twist on this perspective as our hero, Jude Allman, has forced himself outside his milieu, denying his calling, and looking in only as his gift is forced upon him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there’s the inside-looking-in view.* Candace Calvert has excelled in this perspective in &lt;em&gt;Critical Care&lt;/em&gt;. Here we see the inside workings of a trauma team operating within the milieu of an emergency room, and we see the effects of the ER on the actors living and working within it. What do I mean? Oh, okay, enough of the esoteric stuff. Here’s the scoop:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Logan Calvert is the hard-nosed ER director at Sierra Mercy Hospital. The good doctor’s utmost motivation is the wellbeing of his patients. “Good,” you say. Well, in his drive for perfection, he goes through ER nurses like a hot knife through soft butter. If they aren’t the crème of the crop, they’re history. No questions asked, no answers offered. Oh, and he has a hidden trauma in his past that defines his drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Claire Avery is attached to the education department of the hospital. Her counseling task: to “heal the healers” who day in and day out, psychologically deal with the trauma they encounter in different ways—and not always gracefully. Oh, and she has a hidden trauma in her past that defines her drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER Nurse Sarah Burke is an overachiever. Excessively efficient, she is driven by her self-imposed commitment never to let Dr. Caldwell down. Oh, and—yes, you guessed it—she has a hidden trauma in her past that defines her drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER Nurse Erin Qinn is the nurse-in-charge of the ER nurses. She is competent, caring, and caught in the middle between the iron-fisted Dr. Caldwell and her own nursing staff. Hidden trauma? I’ll let you decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, if I were unfortunate enough to end up in an ER, this is the team I’d want working on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these drives at times complement, at times collide. Conflict, the grit of reality in the ER and, of course, unexpected romance combine to make this a fast-paced novel that challenges your mind, your heart, and your faith all at the same time. Ms. Calvert—a former ER nurse herself—delivers a tightly-written tale that sends you to the peak of contentment on one page, then into the valley of frustration on the next; kind of like, well, life in an emergency room. Her command of the intricacies of the ER and the pressures it imposes on those who work there permeate her story as the ER team handles one crisis after another. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind Ms. Calvert being on that trauma team either…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;em&gt;ER&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;, but yearn for a clear Christian motivation in the mix, &lt;em&gt;Critical Care&lt;/em&gt; is your book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No, I didn’t forget the outside-looking-out. The milieu of the story is the “in” and there would be no setting for the story if there were no “in.” Nice try. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7594894593003563752?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7594894593003563752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7594894593003563752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7594894593003563752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7594894593003563752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/07/critical-care-by-candace-calvert.html' title='Critical Care, by Candace Calvert (Tyndale)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SmeN98s4VZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qMrd-KlH6to/s72-c/critcare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2281974855520218431</id><published>2009-07-07T05:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:07:45.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Preview of Novel #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale&lt;/em&gt; now being complete and at the publisher, it's time for a sneak peak at the next novel. Expect something entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was living in West Berlin, Germany, in November, 1989, when the Berlin Wall fell. Like most of the rest of the city, we rushed to Checkpoint Charlie, the Tiergarten across from the Brandenburg Gate, and the Reichstag to welcome East Germans pouring through breaches in the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, I snapped the picture of a man standing on a street corner holding up a plain white paper sign on which the name "Katia" was written. The picture became the seed for my novel. Below is a short synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seek the truth, embrace the pain, cherish the freedom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky Madeline “Maddy” McCann is a twenty-one year-old journalism major completing her year as an exchange student at the Freie Universtität, in Berlin, Germany. She has a career to launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalwart Katia Mahler is a sixty-six year-old German invalid who grew up in post-World War II East Berlin. She has a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic Oskar Schultmann brings together the journalist and the storyteller. Maddy’s task: to chronicle Katia Mahler’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of them discover more to Katia’s story than they bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultures and generations clash, as the young American and the German matron strive to understand each other’s present and past. Maddy learns more than a personal history; Katia receives more than a memoir. And always in the background is Oskar, who gets drawn into the story in ways he never intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek behind the Iron Curtain and over the Berlin Wall as Katia’s story—the story of a lost generation from a failed state—comes to life through the scribbled notes of a girl struggling to grasp the significance of what she has written for her own life as well as for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have the manuscript for &lt;em&gt;Katia&lt;/em&gt; in to the publisher within a month. It's my most exciting work so far. Can't wait to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2281974855520218431?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2281974855520218431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2281974855520218431' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2281974855520218431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2281974855520218431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/07/sneak-preview-of-novel-4.html' title='Sneak Preview of Novel #4'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2109855697410991093</id><published>2009-07-01T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:00:17.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nuther Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale: The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt; has finished all editing and cover design. It went to the printer this morning. Estimates are three weeks for printer approval, then three more weeks for it to get posted for availability on Amazon.com, Christianbook.com, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies in advance, but expect a spam from me in the not-too-distant-future!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2109855697410991093?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2109855697410991093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2109855697410991093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2109855697410991093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2109855697410991093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/07/nuther-update.html' title='&apos;Nuther Update!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5259083311293080249</id><published>2009-06-22T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:54:25.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon! (no, really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oaktara.com/"&gt;Take a look&lt;/a&gt;! It's official. See, I haven't been kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5259083311293080249?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5259083311293080249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5259083311293080249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5259083311293080249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5259083311293080249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-soon-no-really.html' title='Coming Soon! (no, really)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-1554329912261858461</id><published>2009-06-17T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:19:18.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meghan Clare McCann</title><content type='html'>The newest member of the McCann/Judisch clan entered the world at 5:19 pm today. 9 lbs 6 oz, 20.5 in. Labor was 5.5 hours. (&lt;a href="http://the-mccann-clan.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-littlest-girl.html"&gt;See pix&lt;/a&gt;) Mom, Dad and young 'un are doing fine. Grandparents are marginal. Say a prayer of thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-1554329912261858461?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1554329912261858461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=1554329912261858461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1554329912261858461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/1554329912261858461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/06/meghan-clare-mccann.html' title='Meghan Clare McCann'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8344292527676286356</id><published>2009-06-17T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:56:56.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby McCann, by Janelle &amp; Collin McCann - (Blessings, Inc)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;COVER DESIGN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FORTHCOMING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:45 pm and the first edition of &lt;a href="http://the-mccann-clan.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-stretch.html"&gt;Baby McCann &lt;/a&gt;is due off the presses at any moment. Authors are intently engaged with final editing. Final release specifics will be posted as soon as available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8344292527676286356?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8344292527676286356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8344292527676286356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8344292527676286356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8344292527676286356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-mccann-by-janelle-collin-mccann.html' title='Baby McCann, by Janelle &amp; Collin McCann - (Blessings, Inc)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5026679308682829560</id><published>2009-05-25T08:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:25:46.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Night Watchman'/><title type='text'>The Night Watchman, by Mark Mynheir (Multnomah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/gm/results.pperl?title_subtitle_auth_isbn=the+Night+Watchman"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339747223711796242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/ShqXzwu4TBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QUsFp_5k_Js/s320/nightwatchman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a genre in which it's becoming increasingly difficult to find something unique, something fresh, &lt;em&gt;The Night Watchman&lt;/em&gt; is indeed a uniquely fresh find. Mr. Mynheir delivers a no-punches-pulled story that delves deeply into the struggle between unrelenting evil in its most vile form and the tenacity of a man's spirit in its most glorious form--underpinned by the power of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ex-detective Ray Quinn, formerly of the Homicide Division of the Orlando Police Department (OPD), is a near-cripple. A year ago, two of three 9-mm slugs fired at point-blank range forced his reliance on a cane. The third took the life of his partner and fiancé, Trisha. The guilt he assumes over her death--paired with the pain and hopelessness of his new, barely ambulatory life--gives him no rest, haunting his nights and clouding his days. The shooting remains unsolved, the trail gone cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ray now languishes as the night watchman at an upscale condominium complex, wasting away his nights over a Sudoku book and his days over a whiskey glass. His shift partner, Crevis Creighton, is a young buck with law-enforcement aspirations, more enthusiasm than gray matter, and he drives Ray nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A suicide-murder at the complex involving an urban missionary and an exotic dancer brings Pam White into Ray's life. Pam is the pastor's sister, a vibrantly unapologetic Christian, and a fierce adherent to the belief that her brother is innocent of the crime. She convinces Ray to investigate what she believes to be a double murder. Pam is attractive, tenacious, prayerful, and she drives Ray nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circumstances--but mostly his ascerbic personality--alienate Ray from his former boss and co-workers in the Homicide Division, and force him to accept Crevis' and Pam's help in tracking down the truth surrounding the crime. The stumbling investigation of this unlikely trio takes them into the seedy world of "adult" entertainment, the smoke-filled backrooms of the local political establishment, and even the crowded offices of Ray's old workplace--the OPD. Together, they keep one limping half-step ahead of the police and the bad guys through the final twist of this serpentine tale of intrigue, deception and murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos to Mr. Mynheir for an innovative spin on a story that, in less capable hands, could've been just another whodunnit with a quirky cast. His innate knoweldge of the subject matter, skillful character development, and subtlely devised plot progression make &lt;em&gt;The Night Watchman&lt;/em&gt; a truly enjoyable read. If you like a fast-paced, high-tension story with a believably lovable/irritating lead protagonist and a uniquely gifted supporting cast, you've found it in &lt;em&gt;The Night Watchman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good stuff; highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, by the way, I have a free copy of &lt;em&gt;The Night Watchman&lt;/em&gt; I'd be happy to send to the first person who makes it all the way through this review, and leaves a comment telling me where I misspelled a word and that they'd like to have the book. Happy hunting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5026679308682829560?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5026679308682829560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5026679308682829560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5026679308682829560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5026679308682829560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-watchman-by-mark-mynheir_25.html' title='The Night Watchman, by Mark Mynheir (Multnomah)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/ShqXzwu4TBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QUsFp_5k_Js/s72-c/nightwatchman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-3239093184981956233</id><published>2009-05-24T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:57:07.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on A Prophet's Tale!</title><content type='html'>I heard from OakTara this past week. (Yes!) I've sent them a revision to &lt;em&gt;The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt;, and should have the first proof sheets in hand next week. Once we're mutually happy with the manuscript, things should roll pretty quickly. Of course, will keep you all posted, as soon as I hear a target date for release. (Of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior editor is also halfway through &lt;em&gt;The Word Fulfilled&lt;/em&gt; manuscript submission, and things are looking good for a contract on the final part of &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've begun work on my next novel. No, not tellin' just yet. All I'll say is that it has nothing to do with Jonah (bless his heart!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Bruce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-3239093184981956233?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3239093184981956233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=3239093184981956233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3239093184981956233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/3239093184981956233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-prophets-tale.html' title='Update on A Prophet&apos;s Tale!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-227084675689665868</id><published>2009-05-24T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:06:27.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Link - HeartBeat the Magazine</title><content type='html'>There's a great resource for inspirational online Christian reading - &lt;a href="http://www.heartbeatthemagazine.com/"&gt;HeartBeat the Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. Everything from book reviews (yup, some'll be mine) to everyday Christian living to current events to recipes--they've got it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. You'll enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-227084675689665868?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/227084675689665868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=227084675689665868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/227084675689665868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/227084675689665868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-link-heartbeat-magazine.html' title='New Link - HeartBeat the Magazine'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-5890080401510089880</id><published>2009-05-05T05:39:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:07:31.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilgrimage'/><title type='text'>Pilgrimage, by Christine Sunderland (OakTara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oaktara.com/Christine_Sunderland.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298146131963234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SgAg6YSrbWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PEe4AI7Ro8k/s320/pilgrimage_290s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two years ago, Madeleine Seymour suffered every parent's worst fear. Now the nightmares are back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Pilgrimage&lt;/em&gt;, Ms. Sunderland does a great job of telling a tough story--that of an agonized mother seeking spiritual and emotional redemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pilgrimage&lt;/em&gt; begins with Madeleine confiding in her beloved pastor of the distant event that has returned to haunt her nights. He recommends a break, a 'vacation' to Italy, where she and her husband, Jack, had traveled years ago. This time, however, he draws up a list of twelve churches that she is to visit in the order listed. He doesn't say why; he leaves that discovery to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Madeline and Jack embark on a three-week journey, the itinerary of which includes Rome, Milan, Venice, Bologna, as well as other cultural/religious centers in Italy. At each stop, Madeleine takes another step toward spiritual healing, understanding and self-forgiveness through the lives and lessons of the saints--living and dead--who inhabit the churches they visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is uniquely fascinating about &lt;em&gt;Pilgrimage&lt;/em&gt;, is the history--Biblical and traditional--the reader learns about each of these centers of worship and their patrons. Not to fear, though, that it reads like a travelogue; Ms. Sunderland, although thorough and highly descriptive in her treatment of the religious sites, does a great job of weaving this information into a multi-threaded storyline. It is, after all, a novel. As Madeleine focuses on the issue depriving her of sleep, a subplot of intrigue builds against her because of an object she carries. What is it? Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ms. Sunderland betrays an intense love and profound respect for the richness and glory of God-centered liturgy, something sorely lacking in evangelical Christianity today--let alone Christian fiction. She delivers historical-ecclesiastical information in an interesting and entertaining way through the characters' dialog and meditations, avoiding pedantic narrative digressions. Her prose is excellent, descriptions vivid, plot revelations subtle, and love for/knowledge of her subject evident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and you also learn a lot about what to eat and drink in Italy (Jack's primary interest). The descriptions of their meals had me scrambling for the 'fridge more often than necessary. &lt;em&gt;There's&lt;/em&gt; a drawback, if you're looking for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;I am really glad Ms. Sunderland wrote this book. It entertains, educates, and makes you think, all at the same time and in an even balance. I can think of two people right off the top of my head I'm going to order copies for. Looking forward to reading her next novel, &lt;a href="http://www.oaktara.com/Christine_Sunderland.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Offerings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, soon to be released by OakTara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Thanks, Christine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-5890080401510089880?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5890080401510089880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=5890080401510089880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5890080401510089880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/5890080401510089880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/05/pilgrimmage-by-christine-sunderland.html' title='Pilgrimage, by Christine Sunderland (OakTara)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SgAg6YSrbWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PEe4AI7Ro8k/s72-c/pilgrimage_290s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-2411147900069808475</id><published>2009-04-23T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:18:45.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Stones Cry Out'/><title type='text'>The Stones Cry Out, by Sibella Giorello (Revell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibellagiorello.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870183014843586" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SfBltAP-xMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/seBRYMJjOe8/s320/stones.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another first! Although I’ve reviewed multiple works by the same author in the past, this is the first time I’ve reviewed two in a row. Doin’ it now, ‘cuz it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not at all difficult to see why Sibella Giorello’s first novel, &lt;em&gt;The Stones Cry Out&lt;/em&gt;, garnered a Christy Award. The subject matter is engaging and borderline controversial, the protagonist’s perspective unique, the ensemble of characters intriguing, and the writing style daring. My goodness, where do you go to follow to that act? (Well, actually, you go &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Rivers%20Run%20Dry"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject matter: Civil rights investigation. During a racially charged demonstration, two people fall to their deaths from the roof of an abandoned factory (incidentally, the focus of the demonstration). One is a white cop, the other a black ex-boxer. The local police are handling the crime scene, but politicos have prompted the FBI to launch a parallel civil-rights investigation. This creates the perfect setting for a conflict triangle. One leg of the triangle is tension between local law enforcement and the Feds, whose respective processes and agendas inevitably collide. The second leg comes from Richmond's Southside community, who have nothing but contempt for both the locals and the Feds. The third is internal conflict within all three of these entities, as individual biases clash and reverberate throughout the story. And they all need each other, if the truth is ever to come to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protagonist’s perspective: Our heroine, Raleigh Harmon, is an FBI agent with a background in forensic geology. She’s been with the Bureau long enough to know her way around, but not long enough to become cynical beyond redemption. Both of those factors become at times assets, at times liabilities. Her boss wants the investigation shelved: &lt;em&gt;“Ask some questions. Pretend we’re interested, then close the case.”&lt;/em&gt; Why? Civil-rights cases can’t be solved; they’re lose-lose situations. Hence, pay some lip service and get on with more important things. Well, Raleigh just can’t get her head or her heart around that. (Which is why she’s our heroine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble: Ms. Giorello compiles a fascinating and complex character grid, each member of which adding his/her own special weight to Raleigh’s already mind-bending load. The pressing memory of her murdered father compounds the delicate imbalance of her mentally and emotionally needy mother, effectively disquieting what should be the beleaguered agent's quieter moments. These personal pressures vie for position with the bulging tension triangle that demands her quasi-secretive professional attention. She seems to have no relief from any quarter—save her faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one scene in particular scares you to death. You’ll know when you get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, writing style: In my estimation, this was a daring debut for a novelist, in that Ms. Giorello selected a first-person perspective, all present-tense narrative style. The first-person point of view (see specific comments on the style &lt;a href="http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/search/label/Everybody%20Wanted%20Room%20623"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) is not terribly unusual. The “historical present” tense is rarer—although she’s in really good company with the likes of Charles Dickens (selected passages in &lt;em&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/em&gt;) and St. Mark (much of &lt;em&gt;The Gospel According to Mark&lt;/em&gt;). She makes it work. Add to this a distinctive and enjoyable writing voice, and you’re in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to ride the emotional rollercoaster. My wife, Jeannie, on more than one occasion looked at me like I’d lost it when I’d burst out laughing at one of Raleigh’s sardonic one-liners or witty dialog runs. Where do you find room to laugh anywhere in a storyline as heavy as the one I’ve just described? Well, pick up the book and find out for yourself. There's no way you'll ever regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-2411147900069808475?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2411147900069808475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=2411147900069808475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2411147900069808475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/2411147900069808475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/stones-cry-out-by-sibella-giorello.html' title='The Stones Cry Out, by Sibella Giorello (Revell)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/SfBltAP-xMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/seBRYMJjOe8/s72-c/stones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-6642204247654155123</id><published>2009-04-09T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:21:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been awhile. Not even a Quote of the Week. I can only appeal to the tyranny of manuscript editing. I'll try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth the wait if you read my last review. Good book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you all a wonderful Holy Week. He is risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-6642204247654155123?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6642204247654155123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=6642204247654155123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6642204247654155123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/6642204247654155123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8763667618482371321</id><published>2009-04-08T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:22:13.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rivers Run Dry'/><title type='text'>The Rivers Run Dry, by Sibella Giorello (Thomas Nelson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibellagiorello.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322491870190602866" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/Sd1KJ_qdinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BzJs3pOhHmQ/s320/rivers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Click cover for more information)&lt;/p&gt;If you're looking for a great, edge-of-the-seat crime novel with a unique perspective, you've found it. In &lt;em&gt;The Rivers Run Dry&lt;/em&gt;, Ms. Giorello introduces you to the gritty world of FBI field work, but through the eyes of Special Agent Raleigh Harmon, a forensic geologist by training. Forensic geology. I didn't even know that existed--but then, why wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is set in and around the Cascade Mountains in Washington state (what better setting for a geological slant?). A young woman, Courtney VanAlstyne, goes missing while hiking the trails of Cougar Mountain. The only child of a wealthy and well connected family, political pressure is intense and immediate that Courtney be found. The family is convinced it's a kidnapping; the law enforcement establishment, not so convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Special Agent Harmon, recently transferred for disciplinary cause from her home state of Virginia to the Pacific Northwest. Her technical and professional skills are beyond reproach. Her political acumen is not. We meet Raleigh perservering under a cloud of distrust from both the professional black mark in her records and a concrete gender barrier in the male-dominated Violent Crimes unit. Prodded and pushed without mercy or support by her supervisor and her training agent, she navigates the back streets of Seattle and the back trails of the Cascades in search of anything that may shed light on the rich girl's disappearance. She tackles the case the hard way: clue by clue, step by misstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Giorello delves into a wide variety of issues through Raleigh's personal and professional life as she touches and is touched by a colorful supporting cast. She does a marvelous job of weaving them seamlessly into the story line instead of basting them awkwardly over the fabric of... Wait. This is supposed to be a geological slant. What am I doing at the sewing machine? Let me try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystalline flecks of humor, pathos, frustration and dogged determination sparkle across the lustrous grain of a polished, rock-solid story line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Now you know why Sibella got the publishing contract and not me. (sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough fun. This was a great read. Ms. Giorello constructs a squeaky-tight, well paced plot involving multi-dimensional characters who are real enough that you love them one moment and want to slap them silly the next. You learn a lot about both geology and crime-investigation techniques without getting lost in technical jargon. You also learn a lot about human nature as it bends, and sometimes breaks, under the pressure of society, religion and its own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended. &lt;em&gt;The Rivers Run Dry&lt;/em&gt; rocks! (Sorry, I had to do that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8763667618482371321?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8763667618482371321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8763667618482371321' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8763667618482371321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8763667618482371321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/rivers-run-dry-by-sibella-giorello.html' title='The Rivers Run Dry, by Sibella Giorello (Thomas Nelson)'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/Sd1KJ_qdinI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BzJs3pOhHmQ/s72-c/rivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-8735561225812920534</id><published>2009-03-18T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:27:10.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/ScDoYJwfsRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9beKx60SXIk/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314503061931012370" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/ScDoYJwfsRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9beKx60SXIk/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Initial cover design for &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale: The Journey Begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-8735561225812920534?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8735561225812920534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=8735561225812920534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8735561225812920534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/8735561225812920534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/ScDoYJwfsRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9beKx60SXIk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536634238527315981.post-7652411141946689492</id><published>2009-03-14T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:06:19.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Movement!</title><content type='html'>I sent the manuscript for the second and final volume on &lt;em&gt;A Prophet's Tale&lt;/em&gt; to OakTara this afternoon. They acknowledged receipt and told me that the volume currently under production has gone to the graphic designer for cover work. Stuff's happenin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that's so cool...   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5536634238527315981-7652411141946689492?l=brucejudisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7652411141946689492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5536634238527315981&amp;postID=7652411141946689492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7652411141946689492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536634238527315981/posts/default/7652411141946689492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucejudisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-movement.html' title='There&apos;s Movement!'/><author><name>Bruce Judisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959128117071149976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MhcfSTxWWg/R6S-BHR_szI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mDtt-RcYrTQ/S220/002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
