Here’s the second part of my book review excursion. After I learned how important reviews are for authors, I decided to get over myself and write more of them. Original or not, every review counts, right?
I find myself in agreement with most other reviewers of Rochelle’s books. They are page-turners, full of action, with great characters, drama and feeling.
The sequel to ‘Please Say Kaddish For Me’ is no exception.
Very brief summary: The story still follows the fate of several Jewish families, but some of them have now moved to the United States. Meanwhile the terror in Czarist Russia continues and affects friends and families that stayed behind. Read more on the Amazon site or visit Rochelle’s author page.
For the longest time I had trouble with reviews and seldom left feedback. I usually thought, it’s all been said, I could only parrot what other people have already written, and they can do it better than I could.
This may be true, but now I’ve learned that comments really help the writer. Who doesn’t want to know if and how their writing affects the reader? Likewise, I had no idea about what’s involved in publishing books; feedback for books we like is important. I am willing to do better in the future. This is not going to turn into a book blogger site, but the occasional review will show up. And I urge you, dear readers, to do the same. When you find an author you like, please help to spread the word by leaving reviews and comments.
I’ll start with a book (the first of a series) I wanted to read for some time, and now finally did.
Very brief summary: The story follows the fate of several Jewish families in Czarist Russia. Despite cruelty, terror and heartache, love and joy can’t be suppressed. Read more on the Amazon site or visit Rochelle’s author page.
“A few weeks after my father died, one of my mother’s dogs was killed by a car. A visitorhad come to help sort out my father’s affairs, and unbeknownst to anyone, Jenny the exuberant Irish Setter had dashed out the door, running free and wild and no doubt, full of innocent and cheerful abandon. She was killed half a mile down the road, in front of the church where my father’s service was held. My mother, stalwart and noble after my father’s death, sobbed so hard and for so long after her dog’s death that it seemed as if her grief would physically rip her apart. I thought at the time, as did many, that Jenny’s death allowed my mom to truly grieve the death of her husband. I don’t think so now. My mother loved my father, but their relationship was burdened with disappointments and perceived betrayals. But Jenny? Jenny sparkled with nothing but joy and devotion. She asked for little and gave everything she had in return. These were no hard words late at night, no angry glances or saturated silences. No baggage. She loved Mom; Mom loved her: simple as that.” (Patricia McConnell)
Reading this passage in Patricia McConnell’s book “For the Love of a Dog” makes me cry again and again, because it is so true. Our dogs love us, we love our dogs, and when they die, a part of our hearts goes with them. Continue reading “For the Love of a Dog”→