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Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Death by the Book By Julianna Deering (BETHANY HOUSE)

It is 1932 in Farthering St. John, England. The quiet community is interrupted by a series of murders. Each murder is similar. There is a handwritten note pinned to the front of the bodies. On the note is a quote from a play. The note is pinned to the front of the body with a Victorian hat pin. The handwriting is always the same. Other than the similarites in the way the bodies are left, there is nothing else. Just very hard cases to solve. Between Inspector Birdsong and his unasked amateur sleuth, Drew and Madeleine, the love interest of Drew and a friend named Nick, these seem like unsolvable crimes. Finally, the wrong man, sweet Roger, ends up in a prison cell. Death by the Book by JULIANNA DEERING is wicked fun at its best. There is even a cantankerous aunt, Aunt Ruth, from America. She is related to Madeleine. There is also an American tourist, Freddie. This is not a Christian mystery which is sweetie pie and peaches. It's a mystery with Christian messages underlying the plo…


"From Twelfth Night."..."'Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, like to the Egyptain thief at point of death, kill what I love?'"(Shakespeare)

Destiny by Dr. Tony Evans

"A masterpiece is also valuable. People pay a lot of money to own a masterpiece. In fact, most masterpieces are carefully locked away in secure and protected locations, such as museums and art galleries. Michelangelo's masterpiece David stands towering safely in Florence at the Accademia Gallery."

Death by the Book by JULIANNA DEERING

"I think you may rival even Lord Peter Wismsey himself for talking pie."
"Never underestimate....I expect that even the strong
minded Harriet Vane shan't be able to resist it forever."

Highway To Hell by Matt Roper (Kregel)

When I think of Brazil, I think of beautiful beaches. Of course, there are beautiful beaches in Brazil. However, along a highway tourists don't travel, there is only ugliness. The hwy is Br-116. Along this highway are young girls from the ages of nine to about eighteen. There are also older women who act as pimps leading these girls into a life of sex, brutality and drugs. In Highway to Hell by Matt Roper, there are the personal stories of young girls who listened to their mothers and grandmothers or to friends. People who made the girls think the only way out of poverty is prostitution with truckers and other older men. Before their time these girls end up looking old, sick and depraved.

The book is not easy to read. Their stories are very painful. It's hard to accept that girls have lost their childhood to sex and drugs. There were times I had to stop reading the book. Other times I read the book faster and faster hoping to end the story of such lives quickly. It was a grea…

12 Years A Slave by SOLOMON NORTHUP

There is no question that Solomon Northup is a hero of American History. This Slave narrative, 12 YEARS A SLAVE, by SOLOMON NORTHUP, is unforgettable. I think the story is not only amazing but also miraculous. When I met Solomon Northup, he was a slave. Solomon Northup is born a free man. He lives in Upstate New York. He has a wife named Anne and three children. He is a hard working man and a honest man. Until one day his whole life changes. 

It is difficult to believe there are indeed rascals and scoundrels on the earth and in the vicinity where you live especially when you've been taught all the bad men or evil masters are down South. On this particular day,  Mr. Northup befriends two men. Two men who will take him South and sell him to a Southern planter. Solomon Northup had no idea of their ugly plans. 

For twelve years Solomon Northup does not mention he is a free man. He works harder than a dog. He is beaten. He is treated like he was born into slavery. I could not see how his…

Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northrup

Above is the Underground Railroad Slave Code, quite a feat. Masterful for its purpose.

"Northrup....became an advocate for abolitionism and in the 1860s began helping fugitive slaves via the Underground Railroad.....Northrup is believed to have died between 1863 and 1875, but both the date and circumstances of his death are unknown."

Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northrup

There usually is a part in most book especially nonfiction where you have to let yourself go and have a good cry. This is the part in this book for me.

"As I entered their comfortable cottage, Margaret was the first that met me. She did not recognize me. When I left her, she was but seven years old, a little prattling girl, playing with her toys. Now she was grown to womanhood--was married, with a bright-eyed boy standing by her side. Not forgetful of his enslaved, unfortunate grandfather, she had named the child Solomon Northrup Staunton. When told who I was, she was overcome with emotion, and unable to speak. Presently Elizabeth entered the room, and Anne came running from the hotel, having been informed of my arrival. They embraced me, and with tears flowing down their cheeks, hung upon my neck. But I draw a veil over a scene which can better be imagined than described."

"Margaret once returned from school--weeping bitterly. On inquiring the cause of the children'…

The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd

Usually, I am use to reading novels that happen during the Civil War or after the Civil War like the days of Reconstruction. It is rare that I've read about the slaves during the earlier days of the Nineteenth Century. The time when slaves had no idea that the word freedom existed unless they could remember their lives on the shores of Africa. Of course, the trip from Africa was so filthy and cruel, it is hard to believe that they could remember Africa at all. Once here slaves only knew they could be bought and sold like a mule or horse or a barn on the master's and mistress's property. So the title of Sue Monk Kidd's novel "The Invention of Wings" became a bright light to where she would lead me in her book. Although it is a time of bondage, reconciled by the White man through the Divine Word, it is also a time when slaves gave their health, their lives to catch a glimpse of what the White man kept for himself, freedom. The word invention was my road sign al…

The Invention of Wings by Lucretia Mott

"When I'd returned to Philadelphia after my disastrous attempt to resume life in charleston, I'd rented a room in the home of (Lucretia Mott), determined to make some kind of life for myself..."