Saturday, July 02, 2011

passage by SANDY POWERS BOOK GIVEAWAY

Giveaway is only offered in the United States. There is only this one copy. Please just leave a comment along with your email address. The giveaway ends Saturday, July 09,2011 at 12 noon Eastern time. If you leave no email address,  I can't consider you as a winner of the book.

passage by SANDY POWERS

Sandy Powers' passage is a true story. The story is told via journals and letters. Grace Balogh didn't live a happy life. She was an orphan. Her stepmother, Elizabeth, is a cruel woman who treats Grace with anything but kindness. There is also a gruesome telling of a murder. The murder happens in Ohio. This is really, I think, my first true murder story. I've never thought the genre would interest me. It is interesting to read about what happens to "real" people because of the violence in the minds of other people.

However, my favorite part of the true story is the facts about WWII. The author tells about the shortage of food, ration cards and women buying one pair of stockings for $20.00. Before the war a pair of stockings cost only $1.00. Sandy Powers also tells about the relocation of the Japanese in the United States. As far as the Atomic Bomb  I've always focused on the bombing of the Pearl Harbor. Totally forgetting President Truman allowed another bomb to detonate in Nagasaki. There is much I didn't know about WWII. The book added to my knowledge. I now want to read more books about WWII. When a friend of the family died, I could feel the emotional pain in just a few lines. A soldier's death is totally selfless, sacrificial. Therefore, it doesn't take many sentences to grasp the fact that the most awful circumstances has entered a friend or family's life.  "Mom's note: Oh, Porky, our dear, dear friend. Killed in action in France, Nov. 18, 1944."

There is so much in this small book titled passage. The book contains the strength needed to overcome disease. There is also the uncommon event of a woman becoming and leading a life she never thought about in order to keep our Democracy safe. It's true. Truth is stranger than fiction. Then, there is the grasp of the fact that some parts of our life we will never know. For me, this is deeply painful. "As I turned the last page of my mother's final journal. I was engulfed in a profound sadness. My mother. How little I kenw her. I buried my face in my hands and cried."








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