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Saints & Sailors by Pam Rhodes The Dunbridge Chronicles

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I've traveled on a joyful Christian journey to Iona, Guernsey, Scilly Isles and around other pieces of the British Isles with Pam Rhodes and congregants of Bishop of Bedford and his wife, Margaret in Saints & Sailors by Pam Rhodes. Amazingly, Pam Rhodes has written herself into this novel as a character. The Christian cruise is filled with the happy and sad moments of the passengers. It is also filled with quotes from the mouths of Christian saints. There are quotes from St. Columba, St. Ninian and St. David and Christian leaders like Charles Wesley. I could never tell all that happens on the sea trip. The book review would become too long. This is a small taste of it.

There are many characters in Saints & Sailors. I didn't think it possible to see each character as an individual. However, I soon found the characters beginning to stand up and shout "look at me. I'm important. You will learn something from my life on this ship!" I first became concerned w…

Regret by Charlotte Bronte

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http://www.theguardian.com Long ago I wished to leave "The house where I was born;" Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so forlorn. In other years, its silent rooms Were filled with haunting fears; Now, their very memory comes O'ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known. Things once deemed so bright; Now, how utterly is flown Every ray of light! 'Mid the unknown sea, of life I no blest isle have found; At last, through all its wild wave's strife, My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep! Farewell, foreign shore! Open, in unclouded sweep, Thou glorious realm before! Yet, though I had safely pass'd That weary, vexed main, One loved voice, through surge and blast Could call me back again.
Though the soul's bright morning rose O'er Paradise for me, William! even from Heaven's repose I'd turn, invoked by thee! Storm nor surge should e'er arrest My soul, exalting then: All my heaven was once thy breast, …

I Love My Brown Skin Because....by Julie Davis

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This is a good non-fiction book for children, young adults and any other groups. I am an adult. While reading it, I had a chance to rethink my values and meet a few famous people I had never known.  This book is a way to learn how to cherish oneself. When parts of society decide you're worthless, you must have a way to heal yourself. The ultimate medicine is to love yourself at all times.

One way to love yourself is to look at role models. It doesn't matter whether these role models are alive or dead.  The only criteria, is that these people have served and have the desire to always help others. For example, the first two Black college presidents were Booker T. Washington and Mary McLeod Bethune. It doesn't seem like they ever had a thought about self. They always thought of teaching and serving people in and out of their surroundings. With this goal in mind, they didn't allow obstacles to stop them.

"I Love My Brown Skin Because..."by Julie Davis is filled w…

Book Beginnings (netgalley)

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"I like my brown skin because beautiful African families make me very proud and very happy to be brown like them. Let me tell you the story of these beautiful African families. Before they were brought to North America to build the United States, African people had created outstanding civilizations on the huge, mineral-rich continent where they lived."rosecityreader

Come Back to Me by Thomma Lyn Grindstaff

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I was attracted to this novel, Come Back to Me, by Thomma Lyn Grindstaff because of the music and the age of the Maestro, seventy-six years old. He is much older than his protegee. I also like to read Time Travel novels. The young lady fall back from the future 2010 to 1973. In the future, Maestro is dying of Pancreatic Cancer. This part of the book really moved me. Emotional. I suppose death is always hard to take. In 1973, he is young. He has a wife whom he will remarry and a son named Kurt. It's all very intriquing. thommalyngrindstaff.com/blog/

Plants And Flowers

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I've visited the White House. So long ago it's indecent to write the year I visited it. Unfortunately, I remember the rooms more than the gardens. At that time, I didn't know about my sister's Green Thumb. When she moved to a country setting, I saw her raise beautiful annuals and perennials like petunias, zinnias and geraniums.

Still, I had my mind more on boys than on flowers. Not until I returned home did it hit me. The wonderful passion for houseplants. We didn't have a lawn in the city. I had two bedroom windows. One faced east. One faced north. Plus, there were wonderful stores especially the Five and Dime. There you could find the ordinary and the exotic indoor plants.

I didn't raise outdoor flowers until marriage. I loved digging in the soil. I tried planting roses and spring bulbs. The planting in the soil was just like playing in a sandbox. I loved to watch the water spray from the garden hose. It sparkled. As they had time, my family got involved too…

Friday 56

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"When Mark glanced towards Jill a few minutes later, he was alarmed to see her absent-mindedly scratching the back of her hand until her skin looked red and raw. Still Rob didn't come, not even after the time it took for Pete and Callum to help her mother into a nearby seat. Jill's scratching became more and more frantic."

Book Beginnings

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http://www.rosecityreader.blogspot.com Part One: Concerto

Chapter One

     "What an evening, playing to a packed house at the Down Beat. Annasophia hoped she'd given the audience what they'd come for and more. When she sat at the piano and played and sang, it wasn't as much as she performed her music as her music performed through her. The feeling, always heady, intoxicated her audience as much as it intoxicated her. Yes, mutually drunk on music."

Find My Way Home by Michele Summers

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"Find My Way Home" is the first Romance novel I've read by Michele Summers. At first, the obscene language made me upset. I quickly decided 'I'm not going to like this book.'  These four letter words mixed with the mention of a church made me really stutter and wonder. Anyway, because of the small town, Harmony, I continued to read more chapters.I loved the small place where doors didn't need a lock. I also liked the complex relationships. These relationships seemed so real.

I really felt sorry for Keith. He bites his teeth because of his many problems. Poor guy, he lost his wife and the mother of Maddie in a car crash. He's a cautious and good father. However, there is the relationship with his mother. It is far from perfect. Can it even be called a relationship? Since he left home at thirteen years old, he talks about his mother like she's a stranger.

Then, there is Bertie. She lives in Harmony, North Carolina too. There is a house she's al…

Death At The Voyager Hotel by Kwei Quartey

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This book takes place in Ghana, Africa. I was astounded at the beauty of the Flamboyant tree. Silly me, I thought the word "Flamboyant" was a misspelled word. This beautiful tree is indeed named Flamboyant.

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Teaser Tuesday

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http://www.adailyrhythm.com
"What made her think he was even remotely gay when he blasted such a high voltage of testosterone it practically knocked her into the next county?"...football player?"

The Body Under The Bridge by Paul McCusker

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The Body Under The Bridge by Paul McCusker is a church mystery far different from other church mysteries I've read in the past. In this one, Father Gilbert of Saint Mark's has a disturbing dream. In the dream, a man hangs himself. Then, in real life the same situation occurs involving Colin Doyle. His wife comes home to find her husband hanging. It is impossible to drag him down from the rope. In the dream, there is also the foot of a body found. Someone must have drowned the body or brought the body to its present place dead already. The body is two hundred years old. These mysterious incidents will connect. There is a feud of two families from the past. Anyway, the novel took me back and forth in history to the present while following a "bog body."

The mention of an old relic held by Mary Aston is interesting. It is a cross and a sword engraved with flowers. It belonged to the Woodrich family. Paul McCusker gives the history of the Woodrich family and the relic. St…

God Help The Child by Toni Morrison

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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.

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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

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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."

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