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Many times I wanted to cry throughout this novel. Pearl and Beanie and their parents are so memorable. I had the chance to feel what it was like to live in the Dust Bowl of the Depression while in Red River, Oklahoma. The tragedies endured by this family and their friends are unthinkable. Pearl watched her friends go through awful abuse. Pearl wondered why her dad, the sheriff,  didn't have enough power to rescue Ray from his family. A Cup of Dust: A Novel of the Dust Bowl by Susie Finkbeiner is excellent. I would love to know how the author was able to put her heart on paper. Did she wet the pages with tears? I have wet my pages. On the back of the book titled A Cup of Dust by Susie Finkbeiner, there is a book review written by a man who describes himself as a Dust Bowl survivor. When I read his name and review, I discovered many good reasons to read about the "Dirty Thirties." What was the Dust Bowl really like?  Did faith or something else play a part in the

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Penelope Wilcock writes another rich Historical novel about the brothers who live in Saint Alcuin's abbey. One of the characters in "The Hardest Thing to Do" is Prior William. He first appears in the novel titled "The Wounds of God." In that novel, I hated the way Prior William acted toward Abbot Peregrine at Saint Dunstan's monastery. In The Hardest Thing to Do , Prior William experiences a fire. He arrives at Saint Alcuin's looking for help from Abbot John and the brothers. Although Father Peregrine has died, there is still a deep feeling of love for him among the community. I especially liked reading about the brothers' fight among themselves about whether to make this helpless once cruel brother leave the monastery or let him stay there after his wounds are healed. While reading I realized again how difficult it is to forgive and give mercy to those people who hurt us. It is indeed very hard for these men to forgive and forg

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Excited. I got up this morning to look for a good mystery. I wanted to get in a Halloween mood. Instead, I didn't find a mystery. I found a different type of book. For months For months, I couldn't find this particular book. Then, all of a sudden, serendipity, it's there in front of me. The book is titled Victoire My Mother's Mother by Maryse Conde. It's translated by Richard Philcox . It's a novel. The cover of the book is magical to me. It's a painting of a young woman doing woman's work. Perhaps, she is dusting. The cover is different shades of brown and ecru. No bright colorful flowers in a pitcher. There is only brown. Her face and hair are brown too. The lady is thinking as she dusts. Is she thinking of her mother? I wonder. My feeling is that her thoughts will lead me to discover the deep streams of thoughts within me. A couple of years ago I became really excited about the author's life. I made a quick resolution to read all of her books