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Friday, February 12, 2016

God Help The Child by Toni Morrison

So painful to read about Sweetness's feelings about a dark colored baby in God Help The Child by Toni Morrison. In the end, Sweetness wonders whether Bride's Booker will feel that way if their newborn is "blue black." Ouch. There are so many types of racism in this life. A race's own hatred of self, color of skin, is one type. Because of her negative feelings about color,  I wanted to see Sweetness grow. I felt as though Booker, Bride and Queen claimed the spotlight along with Booker's murdered brother who, of course, had to play a significant role.

In the end, I didn't feel Sweetness really changed. I think she wanted to change. Bride seemed to feel that society must begin to change first. Then, she could fit her new, positive feelings into the circle of life. I was left with the feeling that once a racist always a racist. I do have to call Sweetness a dangerous racist. Her feelings enter the realms of family, our most sacred place for relationships.

Why is she named Sweetness? I'm still wondering about her name. She felt so bitter about the newborn. I wanted her to have some name that meant bitterness like Mara. This name is found in the Book of Ruth. How Bride, her daughter, makes it through life with any dignity is a miracle in itself. I began the novel with a strong dislike. The style of writing seemed off slightly, immature, not Toni Morrison. Certainly not like the novels written in past years. However, the novel,God Help The Child, is worthy of discussion. In my book, Toni Morrison still knows how to reach in and dig out the hidden issues of a race. She makes us look at ourselves and feel shame. Then, have a desire to pray for change.

For the first time while reading a novel, I didn't cringe because of the presentation of child molestation.  I have to thank Toni Morrison for escorting me through the disappearance and loss of innocence of children without making me want to fall apart.biography.com/people/toni-morrison-9415590#later-works



Thursday, February 11, 2016

Tired

Empty as a lemon rind
Spent from the squeeze of society
Wearily they walk through an
Alley. Linger in front of a bakery
Lick their lips of gooey meringue
Beg quarters for a Valentine's cake
And chocolate cherry candy.
Remember the whirr of their mother's
beaters mixing vanilla cake.
Then told, "say please, and you can
have them."

Teaser Tuesday

The Body Under The Bridge by Paul McCusker http://adailyrhythm.com/teaser-tuesday-feb-9/

"He turned to the nearest bookcase and looked over the spines of the books. He had a collection of prayers by Thomas Aquinas. There was a prayer about fighting temptation he hoped to find, quickly."

Monday, February 8, 2016

Simple

Blue bottle seashells
An orange in India ink
Mother's pearl necklace in a cedar chest
Pink silk gloves on top of a piano
A lamb in a mother goose rhyme
Strawberry ice cream eaten on a Sunday afternoon
Tea with a slice of lemon sprayed on fish

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Wondrous Words



Enfeoffment Property and Ownership~thefreedictionary.com/enfeoffed

"'Then why did you inherit Kencott Manor?...There was an enfeoffment.'"

Quote Me

Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

famousliteraryworks.com/donne_for_whom_the_bell_tolls


  I'm afraid to try explaining this quote. After reading a few posts about quotes, I wanted to write what is one of my favorite quotes.  It is a poem by John Donne. "No man is an island" is the beginning of the poem. The ending is the lines above. I feel the quote means all of our lives are significant and intertwined with one another. If you die, I die a little bit. It doesn't matter whether I know you personally. Your death can hurt me because there is no one who hasn't brought a gift to this earth. Status has nothing to do with it.

 dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/quote-me/#like-12779

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Ashes to Ashes by Mel Starr Kregel/Lion

Ashes to Ashes is the eighth book in a series of Medieval Mystery Novels written by Mel Starr. The main character is Hugh de Singleton. He is a surgeon. In this novel, his search for a solution to a crime begins with bones in a fire in the Midsummer on Saint John's Day. Ultimately more than one person is murdered. Hugh de Singleton goes from Bampton  township to Kencott township asking questions. At times he is looked on with suspicion. One time he is nearly beaten to death. There are quite a few scriptural lessons to learn along the way as the trail seems to become colder or stagnant rather than hotter. There is also the mystery bag. This is where problems are put. Then, later prayed upon by whoever owns the bag. I really liked reading about the mystery bag. I had never heard of such a concept. I wondered did the author think of it himself or is it owned in Medieval legends.

I read the novel with ease and interest until it came to Randle Mainwaring's family tree. I felt this part of the novel became vague and long winded. Thankfully, the afterword helped me understand more about land ownership. It took me by surprised to learn that the property had come down to the woman. I think this is where my old knowledge became mixed with new knowledge. I just kept thinking that a woman could not gain property during these early times.


Otherwise, I liked the novel. I especially liked reading about the marriage between Kate and Hugh de Singleton. I almost became teary eyed as Kate nursed her husband, Hugh's wounds. Usually, it's Singleton, the surgeon, sewing the wounded bodies of  his patients back together. The disappearance of the blacksmith's son was really interesting. It made me sad to think someone had murdered him. His parents were heartbroken over his disappearance. I liked the Mirk family also. When two men vanish for days, it is hard to figure out who the skeletal remains belong to in the community.

The glossary in the front of the novel was so helpful. I really can't write enough about it.  Words like liripipe and reeve were unknown to me.
 http://melstarr.net/
kregel.com/fiction/ashes-to-ashes/