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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>My Friend Amy</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/</link><description>Books, laughter, travel, justice, television, teaching English &amp; reading, my abnormal paranoia of crickets, and most importantly God -- I want to talk about it all with you my friends....</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>mypalamy@gmail.com (Amy)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:31:55 -0600</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><itunes:owner><itunes:email>mypalamy@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Books, laughter, travel, justice, television, teaching English &amp; reading, my abnormal paranoia of crickets, and most importantly God -- I want to talk about it all with you my friends....</itunes:subtitle><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyFriendAmy" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">1609219</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://www.feedburner.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>Booking Through Thursday:  Honesty</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/booking-through-thursday-honesty.html</link><category>Booking Through Thursday</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 01:00:21 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-4533654114757550250</guid><description>From &lt;a href="http://btt2.wordpress.com"&gt;Booking Through Thursday&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;I receive a lot of review books, but I have never once told lies about the book just because I got a free copy of it. However, some authors seem to feel that if they send you a copy of their book for free, you should give it a positive review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Do you think reviewers are obligated to put up a good review of a book, even if they don’t like it? Have we come to a point where reviewers *need* to put up disclaimers to (hopefully) save themselves from being harassed by unhappy authors who get negative reviews?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bloggers have a different reason for why they blog.  Some only review books they like, which is great that's their choice.  When I asked a similar question last week for Faith 'n Fiction Saturday, &lt;a href="http://relzreviewz.blogspot.com"&gt;Rel&lt;/a&gt; said she reviews to encourage so if she doesn't like a book she doesn't review it.  I think that's wonderful.  Another respondent said they review books...they didn't know what a dishonest review was.  I LOVED that. Some share their reading journey no matter what, some offer literary or critical reviews, I mean the list goes on.  In short, there's no one size fits all for book blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think an author should have a look at the blog they're asking to review their book to see if it's a good fit.  And, yes, I do think bloggers should have a review policy either posted or shared with the author upon request.  I don't (though I'm working on it) and didn't think about it before, but the more book blogging rises in prominence as a way to market and promote books I think the clearer the expectations--the better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as a book community--we should all value honesty above sales and ego stroking.  The fine art of reading a novel is going by the wayside due to a variety of things and lying about whether or not we like books is not going to sustain our favorite hobby.  If we can't even share what we like honestly with one another, what do we have?  I do think we owe it to authors to be respectful of their work, but we owe it to the community as a whole to be honest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my thoughts at present.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-19T23:00:21.093-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Please Take These Polls about Book Content</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/please-take-these-polls-about-book.html</link><category>Polls</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:34:17 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-5733142468108378417</guid><description>As you all know, I review both Christian fiction and general market fiction.  This creates a dilemma for me, because I know that my readers also read a mix or one or the other exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know your thoughts on how you'd like these books presented.  Do you want me to mention each book that is Christian fiction and each general market book that may have explicit sex or language?  Tell me, because this has been a major conflict for me for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://static.polldaddy.com/p/1122559.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt; &lt;a href ="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/1122559/" &gt;How Important is it to you that I mention if a book is classified as Christian Fiction?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt; (&lt;a href ="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;  surveys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://static.polldaddy.com/p/1122563.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt; &lt;a href ="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/1122563/" &gt;Which Elements do you want to be made aware of in a book?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt; (&lt;a href ="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;  surveys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-19T20:34:17.298-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Important News for LOST Fans</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/important-news-for-lost-fans.html</link><category>LOST</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 21:37:39 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-1395208745091672705</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSTbD-6sjGI/AAAAAAAAAns/ubA2TjKH0ZY/s1600-h/lost5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSTbD-6sjGI/AAAAAAAAAns/ubA2TjKH0ZY/s200/lost5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578325405600866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 63 days left to the premiere of LOST season 5 (yay!!!!!!!!!) which will be a blissful 3 hours long...one hour of playing catch-up and two new hours with our favorite Losties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the LOST goodness is starting to come out.  This Thursday (tomorrow), get this, there will be a one minute premiere of the new Fray song to a LOST promo during Grey's Anatomy.  I know, huh?  I was beginning to think the Fray had maybe got lost on an island themselves.  I can't wait to hear new music from them and get a few milliseconds of clues to the new season of LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The picture above is the LOST season 5 promo poster.  I'm sad Jin is missing. :(  But I absolutely love the look of it.)&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-19T19:37:39.869-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSTbD-6sjGI/AAAAAAAAAns/ubA2TjKH0ZY/s72-c/lost5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Waiting on Wednesday:  A Passion Denied!!!</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/waiting-on-wednesday-passion-denied.html</link><category>Daughters of Boston</category><category>Julie Lessman</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:00:17 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-1097017209835903601</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSO0tUzQz1I/AAAAAAAAAnk/xL0lsacMaRs/s1600-h/passion+denied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSO0tUzQz1I/AAAAAAAAAnk/xL0lsacMaRs/s200/passion+denied.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270254679724445522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to participate in Waiting on Wednesday until I could share the cover of my most anticipated book.  Julie sent me the final cover this weekend, and I'm so excited...I just love the blue tones and the synopsis sounds amazing.  I even think Beth looks a little like Rachel McAdams in the picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie said that she had to rewrite some of the book, because her publisher thought it was too dark.  I have to say that really intrigues me and she'll be back for a huge celebration of the final book in The Daughters of Boston series in April or May and an interview where she promises to talk more about that....so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the information about the book from Julie's website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 3,  working title A Passion Denied,  is the story of Faith and Charity’s little sister, Lizzie, a shy bookworm who dreams of a fairy-tale romance.  It unfolds a man’s dark past and a young girl’s shattered dreams … and the God who redeems it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth O’Connor is the little sister John always longed for. With a fire for God in his belly, he has been her spiritual mentor since she was thirteen, sharing her love of literature and her thirst for God.  But when his gangly protégé blossoms into a beautiful young woman bent on loving him,  he refuses to act on the attraction he feels.  His past won’t let him go there.  Unfortunately, “Lizzie” won’t let him go anywhere else … until his dark and shocking secrets push her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds wonderful, doesn't it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go visit Jill at &lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt; to find out what everyone else is waiting for!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-18T22:25:23.798-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSOxN5mxSDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c2_-SxKai18/s72-c/bookworm_award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Guest Blog:  Frog Fight by Jessica Inclan</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/guest-blog-frog-fight-by-jessica-inclan.html</link><category>Guest Post</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 02:00:04 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-2404125421644830718</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dear readers, from time to time I welcome guest blogs from authors.  I have not read any of Jessica's books, but I have read this post and really enjoyed it.  I will explain more about why I do this in the future--for now, enjoy Jessica's post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is—and we know it—real relationships are always harder than romance relationships.  And this is true, even if our characters are separated by different worlds, kept apart by angry aliens, as Darl and Claire are in my latest novel Intimate Beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they think that minor difficulty is a problem, but they haven’t lived with each other for years, dealing with the minutiae of modern life.  Aliens, shmaliens.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me tell you about a real relationship issue.  One night as my boyfriend Michael and I were stuck in commuter traffic heading back from the gym, moving toward the Caldecott Tunnel and Oakland, I heard something other than the whir and push off way too many cars trying to funnel into two small lanes. I stopped our conversation and said, "Is that noise frogs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSJDoTC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ltqRaisbQnk/s1600-h/intimatebeings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSJDoTC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ltqRaisbQnk/s200/intimatebeings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269848873563223490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unrolling the car window, we realized that the noise that had beat its way through closed car windows was a chorus of frogs. Hundreds, probably thousands of them on the side of Highway 24. The sound was amazing--guttural amphibians on steroids croaking out slight whiny squeaky croaks. The recent rains must have pooled enough to allow for this wild renegade western town of frogs to pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So we were both as quiet as we could be and despite the highway noise, listened. I turned back to my boyfriend and said, "Can you believe that? Isn't that amazing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the pause, the frog song filled the car.  And he said, 'Yeah, if you like frogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With that sentence, an evening worth of slightly heated and upset words followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's all it took. Well, more followed, but it started with frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How is it that anyone manages to ever live with another person? Much less sit in a car with someone else for a prolonged period of time, especially a person who doesn’t think frogs are amazing? We are all so vulnerable and prickly, with feelings and issues and soft spots. We should be wearing pillows strapped around our bodies, helmets, and earplugs just to get through the day unscathed by human verbal sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Or maybe that's me. Maybe I haven't learned half the lessons I need to. I keep trying, of course, but when the man I love doesn't like frogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Are the frogs me? No. Do I really care that he doesn't like frogs? No. But I want him to be enthused about my enthusiasms. I want Michael to accept unequivocally my passions and interests and loves.  I want that support, even if it’s for a renegade frog colony. I expect this, we expect this, and I am sure it's unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What does he want?  He wants me to be a little less touchy. To let him get away with some gaffs now and again. To pay attention to his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So our discussion went from frogs, to work, to family, to sitting in our living room working on our relationship. Neither of us wants to go the way of our former marriages.  We fear the hidden angers that seep under the carpet of everyday life and rot the floorboards.  We don’t want resentment and anger and repressed desires to ruin this very special love we’ve found.  But how easy it is to not do the work needed.  How easy to let all this feeling and hurt go into a room and sulk for years and years until it grows into a giant, a teenager with enormous limbs, pimples, and a big voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I’m leaving home,” the teenager roars.  “You just don’t understand me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Frogs did not lead to rotting floorboards or pimply, out-of-control teenagers.  Instead, we had a glass of wine, watched the rest of The Number 23, which I don't recommend. But the film has a happily ever after ending, to a certain extent, and so does my frog story.  The frogs pushed us toward discussion, toward more closeness, even if Michael doesn’t love the sound of their early spring cries, even though I still wish he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My advice?  When you hear frogs, open the window and listen.  They are telling you something, whether you like their song or not.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-18T00:00:04.429-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSJDoTC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ltqRaisbQnk/s72-c/intimatebeings.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Confessions of a Shopaholic Movie...Will It Be Any Good?</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/confessions-of-shopaholic-moviewill-it.html</link><category>Movies</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:35:58 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-5233057651589267021</guid><description>It might surprise you to learn, but I adore &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; by Sophie Kinsella.  I don't want to hear any lectures.  I think it's delightful and fun and romantic and did I mention fun?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having some small shopaholic tendencies myself, I just really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; these books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I'm a little unsure of the movie...I'm not thrilled with the casting of Isla Fisher.  For another, why does it have to be American?  And for a third, the plot seems drastically different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's going to be like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/span&gt;.  A cute movie in and of itself but not nearly as rich as the book and sort of missing the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you other Shopaholic fans think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jml_MOEPA-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jml_MOEPA-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-17T19:35:58.102-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/jml_MOEPA-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" length="882" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>It might surprise you to learn, but I adore Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella. I don't want to hear any lectures. I think it's delightful and fun and romantic and did I mention fun? And having some small shopaholic tendencies myself, I just r</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>mypalamy@gmail.com</itunes:author><itunes:summary>It might surprise you to learn, but I adore Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella. I don't want to hear any lectures. I think it's delightful and fun and romantic and did I mention fun? And having some small shopaholic tendencies myself, I just really get these books. As always, I'm a little unsure of the movie...I'm not thrilled with the casting of Isla Fisher. For another, why does it have to be American? And for a third, the plot seems drastically different. I'm afraid it's going to be like The Nanny Diaries. A cute movie in and of itself but not nearly as rich as the book and sort of missing the whole point. What do you other Shopaholic fans think? </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Movies</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>Review:  The Almost Archer Sisters by Lisa Gabriele</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/review-almost-archer-sisters-by-lisa.html</link><category>Book Reviews</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:41:01 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-5186712251385662459</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSEfo_w5eVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vcdvmPKb-Uk/s1600-h/almost+archer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 53px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SSEfo_w5eVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vcdvmPKb-Uk/s200/almost+archer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269527828171946322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About the Book: &lt;/span&gt; Georgia "Peachy" Archer always thought she was happy with her choices in life: quitting college, marrying young, raising two boys in the same small town where she grew up. But just as Peachy's life is beginning to settle into a careful routine, her sister's life begins to dangerously unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Archer chose a different life: fancy apartment in Manhattan, fancy friends, making lots of money. She's been on her own since she was a teenager, and she's still on her own, outgrowing dress styles and boyfriends faster than Peachy can inherit them. But on a visit home one weekend, Beth upends everything Peachy thought she knew about being happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;  I generally enjoy a good story that explores the dynamics of sibling relationships, particularly sisters as we women are so complex and I am both a woman and a sister.  So when this book was offered to me for review, I eagerly accepted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endorsements on the book all say that is a funny book, even going so far as to say hilarious.  And I have a hunch it has been classified as chick lit...of the humorous sort.  I think all of those things have done a disservice to this book, in fact, I had to step away from it before reviewing because I was set up to expect a much different book than I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Almost Archer Sisters&lt;/span&gt; is the story of a deeply complicated and messy sibling relationship.  One frought with a painful past and a present that is based on unknowing envy.  Peachy's life is hard.  She gave up her dreams for her family and has a child with special needs that demands extra attention.  She begins to imagine the possibilities of doing something to shake up this life when it is shaken for her.  And so she takes some time strictly for herself to see what she wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, this book is quite dark.  There are no rose gardens here, just a bunch of flawed people trying to make their way and love each other in the way they best know.  While I certainly kept turning the pages, I had a hard time really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; any of the characters.  I could feel some sympathy for Beth and actually quite a bit for Peachy, but I also felt they each were at least somewhat aware of what they could do differently to make their lives better yet they were unwilling to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, this is the story of reclaiming oneself, and it's an engaging read, but it's also a serious read.  If you enjoy books with these sorts of messy and complicated relationships than you might also enjoy this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note this is a general market book with considerable language)&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Post</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/book-excerpt-godly-love-rose-planted-in.html</link><category>Books</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 15:04:36 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-6703688482833577456</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/R-HNgxcfuSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/5UprtrBPVbE/s1600-h/NonFIRST%2BButton.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonfictioninrathershorttakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179647009365145890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/R-HNgxcfuSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/5UprtrBPVbE/s200/NonFIRST%2BButton.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 15th, time for the Non~FIRST blog tour!(Non~FIRST will be merging with FIRST Wild Card Tours on January 1, 2009...if interested in joining, click &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The feature author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephengpost.com/"&gt;Stephen G. Post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:160;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and his book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1599471515/"&gt;Godly Love: A Rose Planted in the Desert of our Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Templeton Foundation Press (September 26, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRu32v16oSI/AAAAAAAABm0/fCCmMOe1cA4/s1600-h/stephen_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRu32v16oSI/AAAAAAAABm0/fCCmMOe1cA4/s200/stephen_post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268006340323352866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephengpost.com/"&gt;Stephen G. Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has spent a lifetime studying love in its theological, scientific, and practical dimensions. He is president of the Institute for Research on Unlimited Love (IRUL) and professor of bioethics and family medicine in the School of Medicine, Case Western Reserve University. Dr. Post has published one hundred thirty articles in peerreviewed journals and has written or edited fifteen scholarly books on subjects relating to the dynamic of love in our lives. His most recent book is Why Good Things Happen to Good People, coauthored with Jill Neimark. Dr. Post has chaired nine national conferences in his field and has received the Distinguished Service Award from the National Board of the Alzheimers Association. He lives in Shaker Heights, Ohio, with his wife, Mitsuko, and their two children, Emma and Andrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $12.95&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 128 pages &lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Templeton Foundation Press (September 26, 2008) &lt;br /&gt;Language: English &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1599471515 &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1599471518 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRu3Wm_wH3I/AAAAAAAABmk/t-6JLWVMGKg/s1600-h/godly+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRu3Wm_wH3I/AAAAAAAABmk/t-6JLWVMGKg/s200/godly+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268005788192874354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; HEIGHT: 307px"&gt;Godly Love and Human Hatreds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In March 2007 I had the honor of spending several days north of Paris with the great Jean Vanier, then in his early eighties. Jean had founded L’Arche (“The Ark”) some four decades earlier, when he was inspired by an experience of Godly love to invite two men with cognitive developmental disabilities into his home. Over the years, L’Arche homes have flourished worldwide as volunteers dwell with the disabled in communities of faith, prayer, and Godly love. I had attended meals in L’Arche homes in Cleveland on a number of occasions, and I had heard the grace said before eating, the hymns sung, and the energy of love that was palpable in the lives of those caregivers and in the experience of those they cared for and lived with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Jean struck me as one of the most loving, Godly, and humble men I had ever met. He spoke quietly and brilliantly, and he exuded an infectious sense of fun. On one Sunday evening there was a Catholic Mass in an old renovated chapel from the fourteenth century. About one hundred people had gathered there, mostly L’Arche volunteers and people with disabilities. I saw a volunteer wheel one older man named David up to the priest for communion. That night, at dinner, I asked Jean what he thought David had gotten from receiving communion, for David was probably the most severely disabled and agitated person I had encountered there. Jean said, “Whenever David receives communion, he becomes more peaceful, and that is the power of God’s love. Remember, Stephen, we do not know much about the mystery of God’s love and presence.” Jean’s pure, enduring, and expansive love clearly encompassed such a severely disabled man, and counted him among God’s blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil in God’s Name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I encounter a man like Jean Vanier, I feel that we must all stop thinking of God as the epitome of awesome power and strength in the conventional sense. This convention may be partly true, but we need to set it aside; otherwise, we begin to think of God primarily in terms of might, and human arrogance propels us into thinking that because my God is stronger than your God, violence is justified in God’s name. If we think about God in terms of power, then religions become tainted with human arrogance. Far too many prayerful people are carrying rifles in the spirit of pure hatred and pretending that their hatred is somehow divinely sanctioned. This amounts to shallow religiosity, which only causes pain and undermines Godly love. The Lord of power and might is first and foremost the author and giver of all good things, the Divine Entity who nourishes us in love and brings forth from us good works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      We need to stop thinking that our definitions of God are finite and that our knowledge of God’s will is total. Our definitions, even if divinely inspired, are still products of the human mind, and we can never fully understand the Divine. Religious doctrines, if adhered to arrogantly, tend to separate us from one another and shatter the unifying spirit of Godly love that all spirituality seeks to cultivate. When religions place doctrine and force above love, they foment massive evil—from torture to terror, from coercion to conflict. Religious wars exemplify human tribalism and arrogance, both of which bring out the worst in us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hatred, hostility, and revenge are such strong emotions that they can crush our fragile sense of Godly love. The pseudospirituality of hatred runs counter to all genuine spirituality, which is always an adventure in love, an expression of love’s deepest desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countering Hatred with Godly Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The love of power can sometimes overwhelm the power of love, so we must remain humble and guard against this. No matter how little we know about God, we can still experience Godly love. Only by taking Godly love much more seriously than we do now—even inculcating a profound love for one another among ancient, sworn enemies—can we expect to head off a spiral of widespread destruction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Most of religion and spirituality is rooted in healing emotions, grounded in love. We will never achieve sustained peace in the twenty-first century unless all religions live up to those intrinsic ideals of Godly love, applying those ideals to all of humankind without exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The world shows no signs of becoming any less religious; we as humans will always have a passion for Ultimate Truth that provides safe haven and emotional security in times of distress. Yet we will only have a human future if we infuse universal Godly love into the rituals that religions create, and express through our actions spiritual emotions such as forgiveness and compassion. If our religions fail to promote universal Godly love, violence will sweep us all away in a cataclysmic firestorm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting Harmony and Peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Godly love alone can realign the world in harmony and peace. Too many kill in God’s name, claiming that they alone know the destiny God intends for humankind. Our limited human knowledge of any divinely inspired destiny to be played out on the human stage belies this specious—and dangerous—claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Love is the source of our greatest happiness and security; therefore love is the Ultimate Good, the Supreme Good. Nothing else comes close, for love underlies the creative energy that propels us from birth to death. The withholding of love drives to destruction those deprived of love’s nurturing, its compassion, and its life-giving blessings. This occurs most notably in critical developmental periods during childhood. And it holds just as true for a child in a nursery as it does for an older adult in a hospice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Our religions, which offer models of righteous living, must put into practice their visions of Godly love, or they risk becoming sidelined, or, worse, irrelevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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For those of you who belong to the blogging alliance FIRST, we've also discussed this issue a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make today's question about this, because I think this is an even tougher situation for Christian reviewers who review Christian books.  So here goes...do you receive review copies of Christian books?  If so, do you review them honestly?  How do you handle it when you don't like a book but are obligated to provide a review?  Who do you see your first commitment being to in book reviewing (besides God)?  Yourself?  The author?  Your readers?  Does your review change based on the spiritual content of the book or is it solely based on technical or artistic merit?  Have you ever had a negative experience with an author after giving them a negative review?  (please don't name names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive a lot of review copies of Christian books and am thrilled to help promote them in most cases.  The market for Christian books is much smaller and so I often feel I want to do what I can to help these many talented and lovely authors find readers for their books.  I take this commitment to them very seriously.  On the flip side of that, I work very hard on this blog.  This blog is my hobby, but I spend a considerable amount of time on it.  I work hard to make it a place that people want to visit.  And as obligated and thrilled as I am to help authors, I am equally committed to providing authentic reviews to my readers.  They are often the ones who will be shelling out the money for a book, and I want them to feel like they can trust me to speak truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to give any negative reviews, but especially for Christian books.  However, I do feel that while I am committed to authors and readers, my number one commitment here is to myself.  I give honest reviews because that is how I can sleep at night.  I give honest reviews because if I genuinely love a book, it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; author that I want to see get a lot of sales and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind of book I hope will continue to be published.  And I give negative or less than glowing reviews to books that fail to meet the expectation I have when I pick up the book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; give what I consider to be gentle reviews--consistent with my overall tone on this blog.  I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; try to find an author's strengths.  I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; consider if I am the intended audience for the book. And then I hit publish and hope others have given positive reviews to offset my not so positive one for the sake of the author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that if I disagree with an author's strongly stated theological viewpoint, I will probably like the book less.  This only applies to Christian fiction, though, where I often have the expectation that we will think similarly.  This standard usually doesn't apply to general market fiction, although if gm fiction is too political I will probably like it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had authors comment on my negative reviews and they have all been so wonderfully gracious that it's made me so proud to know they are out there writing Christian fiction.  They speak well for this little area of the book market and I'm so thankful we have them.  They are certainly writing books that others are enjoying (if not me) and constantly improving their craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Turn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add the permalink to your post below.&lt;br /&gt;Please link back to this post so others can easily navigate back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=myfriendamy&amp;postid=14Nov2008"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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While Twilight fans are getting their Edward fix next weekend, I'll still be bummed we aren't watching Harry Potter. </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Harry Potter</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>Review:  In Hovering Flight by Joyce Hinnefeld</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/review-in-hovering-flight-by-joyce.html</link><category>Book Reviews</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 02:09:28 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-2560347798988816365</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SR0yMvmWISI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0zyy8yAoYjo/s1600-h/inhoveringflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SR0yMvmWISI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0zyy8yAoYjo/s200/inhoveringflight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268422333610467618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About the Book: &lt;/span&gt; At 34, Scarlet Kavanagh has the kind of homecoming no child wishes, a visit back to family and dear friends for the gentle passing of her mother, Addie, a famous bird artist and an even more infamous environmental activist. Though Addie and her husband, ornithologist Tom Kavanagh, have made their life in southeastern Pennsylvania, Addie has chosen to die at the New Jersey home of her dearest friend, Cora. This is because the Kavanagh's ramshackle cottage is filled with too much history and because, in the last ten years or so, and for reasons that are not entirely clear, even bird song has seemed to make Addie angry, or sad, or both. Now, in their final moments together, Scarlet hopes to put to rest the last tensions that have marked their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;  This is the kind of book that reminds me why I love to read.  I read many books, and enjoy most of them, but every once in awhile one comes along that uses something completely unknown to me (bird song and birds in general) to explore familiar life themes and relationships.  I love that in a book, because it allows me to learn something and see things through new eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this book is even more than that.  It's so completely gorgeous from it's very unique and beautiful cover to the the prose and rich characters.  This story is told in a fragmented timeline, alternating between Addie's field journals and various character points of view and through conversations.  But it's the kind of book I didn't want to put down and couldn't wait to get back to, because I needed to revisit these characters and see why their lives had taken the directions they did and how they continued to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring family relationships and the conflict between artistic passion and family love, this book takes us deep inside the lives of all three Kavanaghs and by the end I felt I knew these people.  I also sort of wanted to go bird watching.  Highly, highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Hinnefeld has a pretty fantastic website &lt;a href="http://www.inhoveringflight.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  You can read some sample chapters and find a playlist there and everything.  Dawn of She is Too Fond of Books has a great post about the cover art at Unbridled Books &lt;a href="http://www.sheistoofondofbooks.com/2008/11/07/uncovering-the-cover-art-at-unbridled-books/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are participating in the Buy Books for the Holidays campaign, I think this book would make a FANTASTIC gift.  It's the perfect kind of book to gift, because it is so beautiful in and of itself.  But also it's such an enjoyable and touching read, that your recipient is sure to enjoy it.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1932961585/ref=nosim/thefriboonoo-20"&gt;Go buy it now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-14T00:09:28.218-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SR0yMvmWISI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0zyy8yAoYjo/s72-c/inhoveringflight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><title>Review:  One Holy Night by J.M. Hochstetler</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/review-one-holy-night-by-jm-hochstetler.html</link><category>Book Reviews</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:30:43 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-1348547735352959518</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SRpTDBqhABI/AAAAAAAAB08/wYhUGIUnDHk/s1600-h/oneholynight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SRpTDBqhABI/AAAAAAAAB08/wYhUGIUnDHk/s200/oneholynight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267614025614688274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About the Book:&lt;/span&gt;  For these uncertain times . . . &lt;br /&gt;a deeply moving miracle story&lt;br /&gt;for all seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As on that holy night so long ago ... in a world torn by sin and strife ... to a family that has suffered heart wrenching loss ... there will be born a baby ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;  I'm a little bit torn on what to say about this book exactly.  I got pretty attached to the characters and enjoyed reading about their daily lives throughout a year that was very difficult for them.  I was encouraged by their deep faith, and I grieved when they did.  Having said that, this book is overtly Christian.  There isn't really any symbolism it's all spelled out for you.  A lot of the book took place through conversations between the characters about their faith.  At times, this felt like a little too much. And at other times, I felt like there was just a bit too many issues tackled for one small book.  Having said that, I did genuinely enjoy it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing...I wouldn't exactly call this is a Christmas book despite the title.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/097974850X "&gt;it out on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-13T20:30:43.437-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SRpTDBqhABI/AAAAAAAAB08/wYhUGIUnDHk/s72-c/oneholynight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Some Noteworthy Links</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/some-noteworthy-links.html</link><category>bits'n'pieces</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:33:39 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-6823634789907527237</guid><description>While I keep a shared items box on my sidebar, I do like to pull out the really fun and good stuff from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and most important...do you like Christmas books?  If so, please consider participating in the Friendly Book Nook's Christmas book swap.  Read about it &lt;a href="http://thefriendlybooknook.com/2008/11/10/the-friendly-book-nook-christmas-book-swap/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://bloggablemusicnetwork.com/"&gt;Bloggable Music Network&lt;/a&gt; has its own blog now and I hear next week there will be a free album download for bloggers so check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the movie Blood Diamond?  Did it make you think differently about how diamonds are obtained?  Did you know that coltan...what's used in your cell phones, laptops, etc. also often finances rebel groups that are committing terrible acts in the Congo right now?  Read Laura's very informative post with information about what you can do about it &lt;a href="http://inspiredtoaction.com/index.php/site/comments/fight-conflict-coltan/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the difference between Shakespeare and the Bible?  Find out &lt;a href="http://mentalfloss.com/quiz/quiz.php?q=478&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  (HT:&lt;a href="http://brantsblogofawesomeness.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/heres-the-link-to-that-shakespeare-or-bible-showdown-we-had-this-morning.html"&gt;Brant&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/comments/im-not-sure-if-thats-really-what-happened-after-jesus-rose-from-the-grave/"&gt;One of the cutest&lt;/a&gt; things ever I've read about Kat's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen from Daily Mish Mash has &lt;a href="http://dailymishmash.com/2008/is-this-a-good-or-bad-thing/#comments"&gt;truly outdone herself&lt;/a&gt;.  If you're not reading her blog, why not?? This is one of the best posts I've read in a long time.  Very funny stuff.  Oh and if you're a Twilight fan you'll really want to click over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Lessman is not only one of my favorite authors, she occasionally blogs at Seekerville.  (a collaborative blog of contest entering authors) and what she writes always really touches me.  Here's her most recent &lt;a href="http://seekerville.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-for-love-of-god-part-2.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-13T20:33:39.569-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Booking Through Thursday:  Why Buy?</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/booking-through-thursday-why-buy.html</link><category>Booking Through Thursday</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:22:01 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-774017792027592676</guid><description>&lt;em&gt;I’ve asked, in the past, about whether you more often buy your books, or get them from libraries. What I want to know today, is, WHY BUY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are a die-hard fan of the public library system, I’m betting you have at least ONE permanent resident of your bookshelves in your house. I’m betting that no real book-lover can go through life without owning at least one book. So … why that one? What made you buy the books that you actually own, even though your usual preference is to borrow and return them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you usually buy your books, tell me why. Why buy instead of borrow? Why shell out your hard-earned dollars for something you could get for free?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it took me three posts to explain why I don't use the library, and you can visit them for futher background on that.  &lt;a href="http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/07/why-i-dont-use-library-pt-1.html"&gt;Post 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/07/why-i-dont-use-library-part-2.html"&gt;Post 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/08/why-i-dont-use-library-part-three.html"&gt;Post 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I buy books.  I love books.  I like the way they look on my shelf (currently stacked instead of upright, lol) I like the feeling of wandering around the bookstore and picking one out and yes the instant gratification of ordering one online right after I read a review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to support the authors I love.  I like to know that if I want to read a book, it's already languishing there in my TBR pile and I don't have to hunt it down.  Buying books makes me happy in a way few other purchases do.  (except for maybe like a new Andrew Peterson cd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do give books away, but I think there's a chance I'd like to read it again, I keep it.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-13T11:22:01.937-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><title>Review:  The Lady Flees Her Lord by Michele Ann Young + Giveaway</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/review-lady-flees-her-lord-by-michele.html</link><category>Book Reviews</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 00:56:35 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-6417899607879075613</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRvJGset1jI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dP8BJM1Znio/s1600-h/ladyflees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 67px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRvJGset1jI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dP8BJM1Znio/s200/ladyflees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268025305996318258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About the Book:&lt;/span&gt;  She's desperate for peace and safety...&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda, Lady Denbigh, is running from a husband who physically and emotionally abuses her because she is unfashionably plump and has failed to produce an heir. Posing as a widow, she seeks refuge in the quiet countryside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's returned from the wars, wounded and tormented...&lt;br /&gt;Lord Hugo Wanstead, with a wound that won't heal, and his mother's and Spanish wife's deaths on his conscience, finds his estate impoverished, his sleep torn by nightmares, and brandy his only solace. When he meets Lucinda, he finds her beautiful - ;body and soul - ;and thinks she just might give him something to live for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they can begin to heal, but not until she is free from her violent past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;  I don't get much time to read romance novels, but I do enjoy them when I can feel for the hero and heroine.  If I feel like I can root for them, I'm in!  And I loved this book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first pages when Lucinda's husband was trying to starve her to death because he thought she was too chubby, I was a hundred percent on her side to find a man who appreciated her!  Lucinda was likeable in many ways and showed individuality and strength for the very many difficult situations she found herself in.  And Hugo was also an interesting character being a man haunted by his past with a strong conscience to do the right thing by his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was made further enjoyable because the writing was lovely and everytime I had to put it down, I looked forward to being able to pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I review a lot of Christian fiction, I feel I should mention that this is a general market romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sourcebooks Casablanca has agreed to give one lucky reader a copy of this book!  If you would like to win, leave a comment on this post.  If you would like a second entry, please leave a comment on Michele's guest post &lt;a href="http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/guest-blog-michele-ann-young.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For a third entry, blog about this contest with a link back to this post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are participating in the Buy Books for the Holidays campaign, I think this would make a great gift for anyone in your life who likes a good romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1402213999/ref=nosim/thefriboonoo-20"&gt;Buy the book.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-12T22:56:35.837-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRvJGset1jI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dP8BJM1Znio/s72-c/ladyflees.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total></item><item><title>Why Not?  My Two Cents on Today's Controversy</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/why-not-my-two-cents-on-todays.html</link><category>Books</category><category>blogging</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 00:57:15 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-4632643005076546620</guid><description>Yes, I know I never finished my series on the Tension in Book Blogging.  I still plan to.  But as it turns out,discussions about the relationship between authors and independent book bloggers pops up every few weeks when an author has a negative reaction to a review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay folks, here's what I think.  First some quick points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book sent for review does not guarantee a &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt; review. &lt;br /&gt;A negative review is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; necessarily a bad thing.  (or the end of the world)&lt;br /&gt;I love (most) book bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;I love (most) authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the heart of what I want to say. (which is bound to be met with disagreement)  When you're worked really hard on something, it's hard to hear negative feedback about it.  It is very easy to be a critic.  It is very hard to read something written about your work that is less than what you hoped for or takes your intentions into doubt.  And it takes extraordinary willpower to ignore someone when you feel like they misunderstood you. But they are entitled to their opinion and they are unlikely to completely change their mind.  However, your response will greatly determine what they think of you and say about you to others.  So authors, when this happens, my suggestion is to either graciously accept this one person's opinion, or don't read any reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers--when you've written a negative review and an author attacks you, my suggestion is to ignore it.  Just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't want to see happening is a battle between bloggers and authors.  It doesn't make the book community look good at all.  We all have a common love of books and a desire to share our reading experiences.  But when we drag on these wars between authors and bloggers, I don't think we're really doing anyone a service.  So bloggers, in other words, let's take the higher road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagree?  I know you're out there.  Don't be shy, tell me why!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-12T22:57:15.723-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><title>Guest Blog:  Michele Ann Young</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/guest-blog-michele-ann-young.html</link><category>Guest Post</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-1157521186928739119</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqBPmD_ejI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MpE61wuE4cA/s1600-h/Michelle_Ann_Young+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqBPmD_ejI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MpE61wuE4cA/s200/Michelle_Ann_Young+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267664819078527538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm delighted to have Michele Ann Young blogging today!  I really enjoyed her romance novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lady Flees Her Lord&lt;/span&gt; and will be posting my review later today.  Enjoy her fantastic writing in this post until then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions I get asked most as a writer is:  Where do you get your ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple enough question. Not rocket science. After all, I am the one getting the ideas. It’s easy to be flip and say something of the sort my Victorian grandmother said to my mother when she asked where babies came from — “under a gooseberry bush”. Not exactly helpful, but in a way almost accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I expect most people think writers belong in Bedlam, you know that insane asylum they had in the Regency. If you were the slightest bit odd they put you in there. And with an answer like the one above, I have probably confirmed your suspicions, about me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will try to do better. What about the idea of “light-bulb moments”? We all have those. That would be a great way to describe inspiration and ideas. The arrival of an idea fully formed and plucked from the air, ready to go.  Well I certainly do have some of those.  They usually come just before I fall asleep, and I have to struggle to write them down, or if I’m all warm and cosy perhaps I will just repeat them over and over until I am sure I won’t forget. It’s a bit like counting sheep. They send me off to sleep and sometimes in the morning they don’t look at all bright and shiny. But sometimes they really are brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These though, are usually, small ideas. Solutions to plot problems, a snippet of conversation, a wonderful metaphor that will strike fear into the hearts of the Margaret Attwoods of the world (until the next morning as I already explained). These are not really the idea for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do those bigger ideas come from?  I seriously am thinking about planting a gooseberry bush in my back garden. No. No. The story ideas, the themes, well they come from many places, a newspaper article that touches my heart and that stays with me for longer than most bits of news, a history book with a brief mention of an event or a person that catches my imagination, a sunny day in the forest, a winter’s night. I have a whole story that ends in such a night waitin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqBW1Z6_SI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eynSy4wRSUw/s1600-h/Gooseberry+Bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqBW1Z6_SI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eynSy4wRSUw/s200/Gooseberry+Bush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267664943456124194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g to be told. It was the smell of fresh snow that set the idea going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write novels set two hundred years ago, so how can I use events from today? Well, as I am sure you have noticed, the human condition, doesn’t change all that much. There is progress in society, law, order, education, science, all those good things. But individuals still suffer from greed, jealousy, love (thank goodness), they act from motives of revenge and from ignorance, even when we know so much more today than we did in the Regency. So I can take a modern day occurrence and set it in the Regency and say what if?  And thats how ideas start to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they don’t come neatly wrapped in foil paper with a bow. It is more like a jigsaw puzzle with only half the picture on each piece. Fitting it together is very time consuming and yes...puzzling. Worse yet, I always get too many pieces and I have to throw some of them away. Those are usually the easy ones, the ones with a straight edge and three little bumps. The ones I keep, that make the story interesting, are those strange misshapen four-sided ones with odd little pointy bits. Are you starting to wonder if I really belong in Bedlam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you will get lots of different answers from different authors to this question. Some will give you the gooseberry bush answer, because they don’t want to look crazy, and some will try to explain, and realize they are crazy.  One thing I do find is that much of the inner story, what makes my characters act as they do, evolves from the characters themselves. But, you say, you invented those character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes.  And...no. I don’t consciously set out to create a history for my characters. It is a subconscious process for me. A slow unveiling. This can be quite infuriating, when they don’t tell you something important until you get to the end of the book and you have to go back and fix the whole darn thing. But how the characters act and their beliefs drive the story forward and eventually allows for a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know where the ideas come from.  Ummm. The gooseberry bush is looking more and more inviting, do you think?&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-12T02:00:00.720-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqBPmD_ejI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MpE61wuE4cA/s72-c/Michelle_Ann_Young+Photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Review:  The Book (Bible Illuminated)</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/review-book-bible-illuminated.html</link><category>Book Reviews</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:22:18 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-7352968150284738199</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqCM2DzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/tAI13RCoijM/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqCM2DzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/tAI13RCoijM/s200/bible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665871344706994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I've had a chance to take a look at the finished product, I'm even more impressed.  I think it's challenging to take something like the Bible which is so deeply revered by so many people and change it up while staying true to its content.  I do think The Book succeeds.  The entire New Testament is there in the easily digestable Good New Translation.  &lt;br /&gt;I would call this a fresh interpretation of the Bible.  It's obviously not like reading your own personal Bible as gorgeous and stunning photograpy has been added, certain verses have been given more attention and highlighted, and the numbering of verses has been removed.  I do think it would make a lovely piece to add to a coffee table, or even for someone trying to read the Bible for the first time.  My only complaint is that this gorgeous book is exactly like a magazine....I think many people would gladly purchase a sturdier glossy hardcover for more longevity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.buybooksfortheholidays.com"&gt;Buy Books for the Holidays &lt;/a&gt;campaign, I think this would make an excellent gift for any churchgoing folk you know or anyone with an interest in specialized books.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-11T23:22:18.030-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRqCM2DzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/tAI13RCoijM/s72-c/bible.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Blog Tour: One Year Women's Friendship Devotional</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/blog-tour-one-year-womens-friendship.html</link><category>blog tours</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 11:50:13 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-7351626003035475670</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRnEs8lTiII/AAAAAAAAAl4/yat-J-nt_8g/s1600-h/aldrich_fuller_womensfriendshipdevo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRnEs8lTiII/AAAAAAAAAl4/yat-J-nt_8g/s200/aldrich_fuller_womensfriendshipdevo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267457515642390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The One-Year Women’s Friendship Devotional &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Tyndale) is the latest book from friends and coauthors Cheri Fuller and Sandra Aldrich. Not only does the text provide a deeper connection to and enjoyment of God and His Word, but it is a wonderful opportunity for today’s busy women to connect with each other as they discuss the short daily devotions and the “To Ponder” questions at the end of each week’s section. Perfect for small groups or two girlfriends meeting over coffee, the devotional also is appropriate for those who prefer individual study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can women gain from The One-Year Women’s Friendship Devotional? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: The One-Year Women’s Friendship Devotional is designed for today’s busy woman. Each of the 365 devotions are on one page and contain a daily Scripture, short devotional thought from either Cheri or me and end with an honest prayer and an insightful quote. At the end of each week are questions to ponder individually or talk over with a friend. But beyond the friendship connection is our heavenly Father’s invitation to know more about Him and His living Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri: One of the benefits of our One Year devotional is it provides a vehicle to discover your natural rhythm for drawing near to God in a personal and regular way. For right-brained people like me, the structure helps me stay in God’s Word day by day so my roots can grow deeper in Christ. Being a lover of people, I also enjoy exchanging ideas and discussing how a certain verse or story spoke to me, and the weekly questions are ideal for that purpose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the target audience for The One-Year Women’s Friendship Devotional? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra and Cheri: This devotional is written for women of all ages. Some of the illustrations deal with situations young career women face, and some touch a woman’s experience during mid-life. But all age groups will find material that will relate to their life and situations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some of the topics covered?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: The 52 weekly themes cover many issues of a woman’s life, including career challenges, the power of encouragement, joyful living, hearing God above life’s roar, when your childhood family is toxic, faith building, avoiding overload, attitude adjustments, finding your spiritual pathway, dealing with stress, wading through grief, telling and hearing truth, making a difference, dealing with Christmas frenzy, a fresh-brewed prayer life, freedom from fear, and reaching a hurting world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does the reader need to start reading the devotional on January 1? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: No. This devotional isn’t about performance; it’s about connections. One of our weekly themes is about guilt, and we don’t want to add more to our readers’ stress-filled lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri: One of the helpful facets of The One Year Women’s Friendship Devotional is that you can jump in and start any day, wherever you are—which is very much how God graciously interacts with us. We don’t have to get to a certain place to experience his grace. In this book, there is encouragement, hope, and inspiration for every day of the year—whatever age or stage you are currently in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about that power of story.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: We have a perfect example of the power of story as we look to the parables of Jesus. He tucked spiritual points into stories of people and situations His audiences could identify with. And they remembered the lesson because they remembered the stories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri: Stories are what impacts a heart. Stories are what we remember. The concepts and truths are vital, but I’ve often learned the most from stories of living people I meet, people from the Bible and throughout history—especially missionaries who lived on the edge of adventure, often with no one to depend on but God. So I love to weave stories into the devotionals or other writing I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The One-Year Women’s Friendship Devotional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; provides connection in this fragmented world—connection to other women and, most importantly, connection to our heavenly Father. The quickest way to order it is through &lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;. For more information about Cheri Fuller or Sandra Aldrich visit their websites at &lt;a href="http://www.cherifuller.com"&gt;www.cherifuller.com &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.sandraaldrich.com"&gt;www.sandraaldrich.com &lt;/a&gt;And remember: the heavenly Father is just a whisper away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.buybooksfortheholidays.com"&gt;Buy Books for the Holidays &lt;/a&gt;campaign, this would make a great gift for a good friend from church or a friend in your small group.  Consider it!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-11T09:50:13.347-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5zPc2vXYJEE/SRnEs8lTiII/AAAAAAAAAl4/yat-J-nt_8g/s72-c/aldrich_fuller_womensfriendshipdevo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>What's Your Favorite Comfort Food?</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/whats-your-favorite-comfort-food.html</link><category>Odds and ends</category><category>food</category><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:00:01 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-7935074704434411513</guid><description>Once upon a time I used to review books!  And I do have some coming for you, but did you know that between answering emails, reading other blogs, and indulging in a little guilty pleasure television watching it's hard to squeeze in time for reviews of books?  And this is my last night at home this week.  Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to...it's actually been cool the last couple of evenings!  Feels like fall!  And that makes me think of comfort foods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like chai.  (not a food really, huh?) followed closely by pasta with red meat sauce or lasagna....what about you?&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-11T02:00:01.690-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total></item><item><title>Book Excerpt:  Plain Perfect by Beth Wiseman</title><link>http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/2008/11/book-excerpt-plain-perfect-by-beth.html</link><author>mypalamy@gmail.com</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 02:00:04 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303971.post-910278270520962037</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s1600-h/wild+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009307003588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SAad94Trj7I/AAAAAAAAArA/Yn05_E4V0fY/s200/wild+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to play a &lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;Wild Card&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;Every now and then, a book that I have chosen to read is going to pop up as a &lt;a href="http://firstwildcardtours.blogspot.com/"&gt;FIRST Wild Card Tour&lt;/a&gt;. Get dealt into the game! (Just click the button!) Wild Card Tours feature an author and his/her book's FIRST chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethwiseman.net/"&gt;Beth Wiseman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="3"&gt;and the book:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595546308"&gt;Plain Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Thomas Nelson (September 9, 2008) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#333399" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRUanZ2C9cI/AAAAAAAABhE/LHq2OMw9iB4/s1600-h/Wiseman,_Beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRUanZ2C9cI/AAAAAAAABhE/LHq2OMw9iB4/s200/Wiseman,_Beth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266144603534456258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Writing has always been a part of Beth Wiseman’s life. When she was introduced to the Amish, she gained an appreciation for their simpler way of life and began writing novels featuring this endearing group. Her first novel was Plain Perfect. She and her family live in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a newspaper reporter, Beth has been honored by her peers with eleven journalism awards in the past four years - most recently, first place news writing for The Texas Press Association.  She has been a humor columnist for The 1960 Sun in Houston and published articles in various publications.  However, writing novels is where her heart is.  Following completion of five manuscripts, Wiseman's inspirational fiction series set in Pennsylvania Dutch Country is where she found her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "It took me a while," she says.  "But I knew right away that Plain Perfect was the one.  Writing about the Amish lifestyle within a fictional love story has been a wonderful experience.  The Amish and Mennonite contacts I have established in Lancaster County help me to keep the books authentic.  These very private people might dress differently, avoid the use of electricity and modern conveniences, but they are just like everyone else.  They love, hurt, have daily challenges and struggles, and strive to be the best they can be.  An often misunderstood sect of people, it has been a privilege to learn about their ways." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.bethwiseman.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $ 14.99 &lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 352 pages &lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Thomas Nelson (September 9, 2008) &lt;br /&gt;Language: English &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 1595546308 &lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-1595546302  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRUai7aTNwI/AAAAAAAABg8/1DiXpmGwFCA/s1600-h/Plain_Perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/SRUai7aTNwI/AAAAAAAABg8/1DiXpmGwFCA/s200/Plain_Perfect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266144526645540610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style= "overflow: auto; height: 307px;"&gt;LILLIAN PEELED BACK THE DRAPES AT THE FRONT WINDOW and squinted against the sun’s glare. She’d called the taxi almost an hour ago. If her ride didn’t show up soon, she would have to forego her plan and spend another night with Rickie. Biting her lip, she worried if she would have enough cash to change her flight if she didn’t make it to the airport on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowered the drape and paced the living room in Rickie’s house, silently blasting herself for ever moving in with him in the first place. Her stomach writhed at the thought of one more day under the same roof with him. And yet her window of time for her departure was closing, she realized, glancing at her watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tugged at the drapes again. Relief fell over her when she saw the yellow cab pull into the driveway. Snatching her red suitcase and purse, she bolted for the door, shuffling toward the driver as he opened the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please hurry,” she said to the driver, handing him her suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver stowed her luggage without comment and was climbing into the driver’s seat when she saw Rickie’s black Lexus rounding the corner and heading up the street. Her heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where to?” the driver asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Intercontinental Airport,” she answered. “Hurry, please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the driver made his way down Harper Avenue, Lillian watched out the rearview window. Rickie’s car slowly neared the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver turned at the corner. She’d made it. A clean getaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose Miller couldn’t help but notice the bounce in her husband’s steps. The cancer kept him down and out on most days, but not today. Today Lilly was coming, and his anticipation and joy were evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Danki,” Jonas said as Irma Rose poured him another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re welcome.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tall husband, once muscular and strong as an ox, sat hunched over the wooden table between them. His healthy load of gray locks and full beard were now thinning and brittle. Dark circles under his eyes and sunken features revealed the many sleepless nights of pain he had endured over the past few months. God had given her husband of forty-eight years a challenging road to travel, and he was making the trip with dignity and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our Lilly will be here this afternoon.” Jonas smiled and raised the cup to his mouth. His hands trembled, but his eyes twinkled with a merriment Irma Rose hadn’t seen since the first mention of their granddaughter coming to stay with them. She hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. They hadn’t seen the girl in seventeen years, since she was ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose stood to retrieve some donuts from a pan atop the wooden stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It will be wunderbaar gut to have her here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose placed two donuts on her husband’s plate. “Ya, that it will. But, Jonas, you must keep in mind how different our ways are. We will seem like foreigners to our Englisch granddaughter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These donuts are appeditlich,” Jonas said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Danki. But, Jonas, you need to prepare yourself. Sarah Jane raised Lilly in the outside world. We don’t know her. As a matter of fact, we don’t know exactly how Sarah Jane raised her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought twisted Irma Rose’s stomach in familiar knots. It had been hard enough when her daughter chose to leave the Old Order Amish community at the age of eighteen, but even more difficult when she wrote to tell them she was in a family way soon thereafter . . . with no husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was a glorious child,” Jonas said. “Remember how quickly she learned to ice skate? What a joy she was. What a gut Christmas holiday we all had.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose shook her head at her husband’s ignorance of the obvious. Lilly wasn’t a child any more. She was a grown woman. Jonas had talked about that last Christmas together until the next season came and went. When Sarah Jane and Lilly didn’t show up the following year, he merely shrugged and said, “Maybe they will visit next year.” And each Christmas thereafter Jonas anticipated a visit that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas never uttered a negative word about Sarah Jane’s choices. But she’d seen the sadness in his eyes when their daughter left home, and she knew the pain dwelled in his heart over the years. But he only said it was impossible to always understand God’s direction for His children—their child. Their only child. The good Lord had only seen fit to bless them with one. A beautiful daughter who had chosen a life rife with hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose had prayed hard over the years to cleanse herself of any discontentment with her daughter. Sarah Jane’s choice to leave the Amish faith was prior to her baptism and church membership. Therefore her daughter was never shunned by the community. She had chosen to avoid visits with her parents. From the little Irma Rose gathered over the years, Sarah Jane and Lilly had lived with friends and moved around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An occasional letter arrived from her daughter, to which Irma Rose always responded right away. More times than not, the letters were returned unopened. It was less painful to assume Sarah Jane had moved on and the letters were returned by the postal service. Although sometimes it cut Irma Rose to the bone when she recognized her daughter’s penmanship: Return to sender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thankful her last letter to Sarah Jane had not been returned. She couldn’t help but wonder if the news about Jonas’s cancer had prompted her granddaughter’s visit. When Lillian’s letter arrived over a month ago, Irma Rose had followed her instructions not to return a letter but to call her on the telephone if at all possible. She wasted no time going to the nearby shanty to phone her granddaughter. The conversation was strained and the child seemed frantic to come for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a teacher and when school is out in May, I’d like to come for a visit,” her granddaughter had said on the phone. “Maybe stay for the summer. Or maybe even longer?” There was a sense of urgency in the girl’s tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma Rose feared her faith had not been as strong as her husband’s and that a tinge of resentment and hurt still loitered in her heart where Sarah Jane was concerned. She didn’t want any of those feelings to spill over with her granddaughter. She would need to pray harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if reading her mind, Jonas said, “Irma Rose, everything will be fine. You just wait and see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until the plane was high above the Houston skyline that the realization of what she’d done hit Lillian. After landing in Philadelphia, she caught a train to Lancaster City and hopped a bus to Paradise, which landed her only a few miles from her grandparents’ farm. She was glad there was a bit of a walk to their property; she wanted to wind down and freshen up before she reacquainted herself with her relatives. Plus, she’d had enough time on the plane to wonder if this whole thing was a huge mistake. Her mom hadn’t wanted to be here, so why think it would be any better for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she had much choice at this point. She had no money, no home, no job, and she was more than a little irritated with her mother. When her mom had begged Lillian to loan her the money she’d painstakingly saved to get away from Rickie and start fresh, Lillian reluctantly agreed, with the stipulation she got her money back as soon as possible. But her mom had never repaid a loan before. Lillian didn’t know why she thought it would be any different this time. When the promised repayment never came, Lillian quit her job and made a decision to distance herself from her mother and Rickie by coming to a place where she knew neither of them would follow: Lancaster County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian shook her head, wondering if she was making a bigger mistake by coming here. She didn’t know if she’d ever understand what ultimately drove her mother from the Plain lifestyle. From what she read, it rarely happened—Amish children fleeing from all they’d ever known. The circumstances must have been severe to drive her mother away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although . . . it didn’t look so bad from Lillian’s point of view, now that she was there. Aside from having a dreadful wardrobe, she thought the Amish men and women strolling by looked quite content. They seemed oblivious to the touristy stares. The women wore simple, dark-colored dresses with little white coverings on their heads. The men were in cotton shirts, dark pants with suspenders, and straw hats with a wide brim. Box-shaped, horse-drawn buggies were abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it all seemed quite normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a seat on a bench outside the Quik Mart at the corner of Lincoln Highway and Black Horse Road and watched the passersby. Clearly, Paradise was a tourist town, like most of Lancaster County, with everyone wanting to have a look at the Amish people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them now, she wondered if the Amish were all as peaceful as they appeared. Despite her initial thoughts, she decided they couldn’t be. Everyone had stress. Everyone had problems. Surely the Plain People of Lancaster County were not an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they could have fooled Lillian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Stoltzfus gave hasty good-byes to Levina Esh and Sadie Fisher and flicked his horse into action, hiding a smile as his buggy inched forward. The competitiveness of those two widow women! First Levina had presented him with her prize-winning shoofly pie. Not to be outdone, Sadie quickly offered up her own prize-winning version. Stalemate. The two of them had stood there glaring at each other while he tried to think of ways to escape unhurt . . . and unattached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might have to rethink his shopping day. Both women knew he went to the farmer’s market on Thursdays . . . Once he cleared town, he picked up the pace. The road to his farm near the town of Paradise was less traveled, and he was particularly glad of that on this day. It was a glorious sunny afternoon, perfect for a buggy ride through the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased he had chosen his spring buggy instead of his covered one, he relished the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Rachel had loved this time of year, when spring gave way to summertime and all the world felt full of promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s soil was tilled, and corn, alfalfa, and grain had been planted. Life would be busy as he awaited the bountiful rewards of spring’s labor. There was the garden, with peas to pick. The strawberries would be ready. Lots of canning and freezing. Much time went into preparing a garden for harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rachel’s garden had always been lush and plentiful. Gardening was work for the womenfolk, but Samuel had done the best he could the past two years. He was thankful his sisters took care of most of the canning and freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes, his shoulders lifting with his sigh. He missed Rachel the most this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian felt like a fool. Didn’t “down yonder a spell” mean right down the road? The friendly Amish boy had pointed down Black Horse Road and uttered those exact words when she’d asked for directions to her grandparents’ farm. She’d thought the walk would do her good—help her shed some of the calories she ingested while sitting at the Quik Mart with a large cinnamon roll and cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, she’d mistranslated “down yonder a spell.” There wasn’t a farmhouse in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really should have considered the strappy sandals she was wearing before opting to venture down the road to nowhere. Her capri blue jeans and short-sleeved pink-cotton shirt were good choices, however. The clement sun mixing with a soft breeze made for a perfect day. An excellent day for a walk . . . if only she’d had better shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting her red suitcase on the grassy shoulder of the paved road, she plopped down on top of it and scanned the farmland surrounding her. It was so quiet. Peaceful. She could only hope that some of the peacefulness the Amish were known for would rub off on her during her stay. She needed it. Life had not been easy to her the past few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom’s idea of parenting had left much to be desired— jumping from one man to the next looking for something she never seemed to find. All the while she’d toted Lillian along. Lillian had grown up changing schools, saying good-bye to friends, and continually hoping Mom’s next boyfriend would be better than the last. At the first chance, Lillian had bailed on the situation, telling herself she could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her good intentions, she’d ended up close to following in her mother’s footsteps. After putting herself through college while living with three other girls in a small apartment, she’d landed a teaching job. There had been boyfriends, and she’d definitely made her own share of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always, something had whispered to her that there was another way to live. Sometimes she’d listened, sometimes not. But she never felt comfortable enough to ask herself just where that voice was coming from—she just didn’t know enough to form an opinion. She didn’t listen to the voice when it cautioned her not to move in with Rickie. But when the voice became too strong to ignore, she knew it was time to get out of that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the complete lack of religious upbringing, she always suspected there might be a God looking down on her. But in light of her mom’s thoughts on church, she couldn’t ask her about it. Her mother seemed angry at religion. While she heartily encouraged Lillian to attend various churches with her friends when she was a child, she herself would have no part of it. It was a huge contradiction in parenting, and Lillian didn’t understand it to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, knowing the Amish to be solid in their faith, Lillian decided it might be best to keep her suspicions about a possible God to herself around her grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guess I better get moving and find out how far ‘down yonder a spell’ really is.” She jumped off the suitcase, gave it a heave-hoe, and started back down the paved road, gazing to either side where the acreage stretched as far she could see. The sun pressing down on the horizon left her a tad worried about how much further the farm was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa, boy!” Samuel yelled to his horse. The animal slowed his pace to a gentle trot, bringing the buggy alongside an Englisch woman cumbersomely toting a bright-red suitcase. She was minus a shoe . . . if you called a flat-bottom sole with two small straps a shoe. Certainly not a good walking instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I offer you a ride?” He pulled back on the reins and came to a complete halt, as did the small-framed woman. When she turned, he was met by radiant green eyes in a delicate face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate, that is, until she grimaced and blew a tendril of hair out of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she smiled, and her face transformed, lighting up like the morning sun. He was momentarily struck dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t matter. The woman was focused on his horse. Deserting her suitcase on the side of the road, she stumbled over to Pete and reached out to stroke his nose without so much as a “May I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Pete was a gentle giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s beautiful,” she said, glancing briefly in Samuel’s direction, eyes sparkling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleared his throat. “Ya. And a fine work horse too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting woman this was. Unafraid. And beautiful, he had to admit. He watched as her long brown hair danced in the wind, framing her face in layers. She wore no makeup and seemed lacking in the traditional Englisch look, although her brightly colored blouse and calf-length breeches certainly gave her away. A tourist, most likely. But a tourist walking alone down Blackhorse Road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman’s mouth curved upward in delight as she cooed over Pete. The horse gently snorted, nudged her, and she laughed heartily, her head thrown back. It was a thoroughly enchanting scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly uncomfortable at his thoughts, he straightened and coughed. It was enough to bring the woman’s attention back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would love a ride!” With a final kiss on the old horse’s muzzle, she went back for her suitcase. “Where should I put this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ach, my manners.” Samuel jumped out of the buggy and made his way to the woman. “Let me.” He took the suitcase from her, quite surprised at how heavy the small bundle was. After stowing it behind the double seat, he offered his hand to assist her into the buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.” Now she was studying him . . . seemingly from head to toe. At her open glance, he felt a flush tint his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Samuel Stoltzfus,” he said, extending his hand but avoiding her questioning eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Lillian Miller.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands were certainly that of an Englisch woman, soft and void of a hard day’s work. The Plain women in Lancaster County tilled gardens, shelled peas, kneaded bread, and a host of other necessary chores uncommon to Englisch women from the city. City women’s hands were not only smooth and manicured, but pleasing to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to his seat, he started up the buggy again. The woman was obviously tired and happy to be resting; with a slight groan she stretched her legs out. He found his eyes wandering her way and silently remonstrated himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you from, Lillian? Or, more important, where are you going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m from Houston.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, Texas,” he said, slightly surprised. They didn’t usually get Texans walking the roads out here. “Lots of farms in Texas. What brings you to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m coming to stay with my grandparents for a while.” She smiled. “They’re Amish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amish? He was once more at a loss for words. Not to worry— the Englisch woman wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, I guess I’m Amish too,” she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discreetly glancing at her Englisch clothes, he wondered how that could be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My grandparents are Irma Rose and Jonas Miller. I’ll be staying with them for a while.” She looked his way as if waiting for a response that never came. “I’d like to adapt myself to the Amish ways. I need a peaceful, calm lifestyle away from the city. Anyway, I’ve decided to be Amish for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel had been trying to connect this vivacious outsider with the staunch Irma Rose and Jonas he knew, but these words jostled him out of his musings. “You’d like to be Amish for a while?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. Although I don’t plan to wear one of those dark-colored dresses or white caps like the women I saw strolling by earlier.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of himself, Samuel chuckled. “Do you even know what being Amish means?” He didn’t mean the remark as harshly as it sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian slanted her eyes in his direction, as if slightly offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, the buggy wheel hit a rut. With an oomph, his new friend bounced in her seat. She was a tiny little thing. Luckily, she didn’t catapult right off the seat and onto the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yikes!” she said when her behind returned to the seat. And then she giggled. As Pete’s ears swiveled back to catch the commotion, Samuel couldn’t help but grin. The woman’s enthusiasm was contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to drop the subject. He knew Irma Rose and Jonas well enough to figure they’d set her right about being Amish and what it really meant. Samuel reckoned they’d have their hands full with their granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Samuel righted the buggy, he asked, “When is the last time you saw your grandparents?” He hadn’t even known Irma Rose and Jonas had a granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I was ten. Seventeen years ago. It was the first time I saw snow. Real snow.” Her eyes twinkled from the memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, I know things will be different from what I’m used to. But I can live without television. There’s too much bad news on TV anyway. And I know Amish women cook a lot. I’m a great cook.” She shrugged. “I’m a hard worker in general. I know Amish get up early and go to bed early. I know they work hard during the day. And if that’s what it takes to feel peaceful and calm . . . I’m in!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel found her enthusiasm charming, no matter how misdirected it was. “Lillian, I’m sure Irma Rose and Jonas will appreciate you helping with household duties, but it will take more than chores and giving up worldly things to provide you with the peacefulness you’re lookin’ for.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s a start,” she said, sounding optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that . . . who was he to argue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian remembered the Christmas visit with her grandparents at their farm, especially the snow. Unlike the icy mix of sludge found rarely in her hometown state, snow in Lancaster County glistened with a tranquil purity. Almost two decades later, she could still recall the towering cedar trees blanketed in white and ice skating on the crystalline pond in her mother’s old ice skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents had been few. She remembered that. And while she recollected her grandparents as warm and loving, she also remembered the tension between them and her mother. Her grandfather had kept the mood festive, suggested the ice-skating, and seemed to make it his mission for Lillian to have a good time—even carting her to town and back in his gray, horsedrawn buggy. It had been the highlight of her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I remember liking the way my grandparents talked,” she recalled to Samuel. “I didn’t understand a lot of things they said. Things like ‘Outen the lights until sunrise when we’ll redd-up the house.’ And ‘It wonders me if it will make wet tomorrow.’ Mom translated those to mean ‘Turn out the lights until in the morning when we’ll clean up the house’ and ‘I wonder if it will rain tomorrow.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would be right,” Samuel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa both spoke another language she’d later found out was Pennsylvania Deitsch. Lots of times they would commingle their language with English. “Danki, Sarah Jane, for bringing our little kinskind for a visit,” her grandfather told her mother that Christmas. To which Sarah Jane Miller forced a smile and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Grandma, why are you and Grandpa wearing those costumes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian recalled asking her grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa had just laughed and said, “It is our faith, my kinskind. We wear these plain clothes to encourage humility and separation from the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten, Lillian had little understanding of what that signified. Except somewhere in the translation she knew it meant they couldn’t have a television or a phone. Several times after their one and only trip, Lillian had asked her mother if she could call her grandparents. Mom reminded her no phones were allowed at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Evidently, my grandparents came to Houston a couple of times before our visit at Christmas, but I don’t remember,” she told Samuel. “That Christmas was my last trip to Lancaster County and the last time I saw my grandparents. Until now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I reckon Irma Rose and Jonas are really looking forward to seeing you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian tried to keep her gaze focused on the road in front of her. But her eyes kept involuntarily trailing to her left. Samuel Stoltzfus was as handsome a man as she had ever seen in the city. His plain clothes did little to mask his solid build and appealing smile each time she glanced in his direction. But it was his piercing blue eyes Lillian couldn’t seem to draw away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, how long have you been married?” Nosey, nosey. The astonished look on his face confirmed her worry. She was crossing the line. “I’m sorry. I just noticed that you have the customary beard following marriage.” She’d done her research before arriving here. “And . . . I was just . . . curious.” And curious why? He’s Amish, for heaven’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not married. I’m widowed.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” she said softly, thinking how young his wife must have been when she died. “ I’m so sorry. When did your wife die?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mei fraa, Rachel, passed almost two years ago,” he answered without looking her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Again, I’m so sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel continued to stare at the road ahead. “It was God’s will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sadness or regret in his tone. Just fact. Lillian knew she should leave it alone, but . . . “I’m sure you miss her very much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t glance her way. “There’s Irma Rose and Jonas’s farm,” he said, pointing to their right. “I better take you right up to the house.” He coaxed Pete down a long dirt drive leading from the road to the white farmhouse.&