tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9488267106130325872024-03-12T17:30:04.674-07:00Gently MadI am hopelessly and helplessly condemned by my own lust for literature that I recklessly and depravedly buy books with remorseless abandon. My day job is the ever more practical occupation of freelance musician. I'm not rich. Which makes my licentious book purchasing all the more irresponsible.
Sharon Wilfonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17466621290140789056noreply@blogger.comBlogger60613tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948826710613032587.post-69654701659551176762021-07-14T13:06:00.006-07:002021-07-14T21:56:24.834-07:00Moving to Wordpress!! Come visit for a book give away!<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Hello everyone! I have a special announcement! I have finally taken the plunge and have moved to Wordpress.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The reason is because my Feedburner subscriptions have become defunct so I'm hoping that Wordpress will generate more traffic and be easier.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Also, it felt time for a change.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>But, of course, if this turns out to be more trouble than it's worth, I'll have to develop a plan B.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The address to Wordpress is:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://gentlymadblog.wordpress.com" target="_blank">GentlyMadBlog</a></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I considered a new name, but this one fits so well. I hope my followers will follow me over to Wordpress.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And to further entice you, I'm offering a book giveaway. Go to GentlyMadBlog for the details!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>See you there (I hope)! <br /></b></span></p>Sharon Wilfonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17466621290140789056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948826710613032587.post-48680333862435839282021-07-03T13:49:00.002-07:002021-07-06T13:03:19.347-07:00Night of the Cossack by Thomas Blubaugh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nathan Hertzfield is a young Russian boy living with his widowed mother and younger brother. During the night a band of Cossacks raid his village. Many are killed while their houses are pillaged and burned. Nathan is kidnapped by one of the Cossacks, a man named Nikolai, and taken back to their camp. At first their relationship is somewhat turbulent.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “You're obstinate, little man. You'll make a fine Cossack.”</b></span></div>
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Nikolai said, “I've questions for you. You were born in the village of Gagra, no?”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “Yes.”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “Good. You're Russian by birth.”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “Yes.”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “And you're a Christian?”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “A Christian? No.”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “What then?”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “I'm a Jew,” said Nathan proudly.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “A Jew, you say. You won't be when we return to camp.”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “How can that be? I was born a Jew. How can I not be a Jew?”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “The fact you're a Jew doesn't matter to me. You're young, healthy, and trainable. This is all that matters. You're going to need a new name. What is your name?”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> “Nathan, Nathan Hertzfield.”</b></span></div>
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The rest of the story is an exciting adventure where Nathan, now Stepan, becomes like a son to Nikolai. For many years they live together and become very close as they live the gypsy yet war like life of the Cossacks. As a lover of Russian literature I found the descriptions of the culture of the Cossacks informative and very interesting.</b></span></div>
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Stepan soon comes to understand why Nikolai wanted to hide his Jewish identity. It is 1904 in Russia and the Jewish pograms are underway. Eventually it becomes so dangerous that Stepan can no longer stay with the Cossacks or in Russia.</b></span></div>
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Living and running and fighting with the Cossacks is only one chapter of Stepan's life. War, political upheaval and danger from another Cossack boy who tries to pin a crime on him takes him across Europe in what is a kind of “Jewish underground railroad” where he meets many other Jews who are trying to make it to freedom and safe from persecution. Having to change his name more than once he finally makes it to America.</b></span></div>
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Thomas Blubaugh wrote this story about his grandfather who immigrated to America from Russia. He never met him or learned much about him so Blubaugh decided to make up his own story about his grandfather's life. </b></span></div>
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This book is an excellent coming of age story that would be wonderful for adolescent boys (and girls- I always read 'male' literature as a kid.) It is also a source of good historical fiction as it accurately portrays living conditions in turn of the century Russia, the plight of the Jewish people and how many of them came to America, via Europe.</b></span></div>
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Blubaugh's writing style is seamless and fluid. His characters are believable and interesting. On top of that it has a great story line. All the ingredients of a great book. It was easy and fun to read. I read it in a couple of days. I recommend this book to everyone.</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Night-Cossack-Tom-Blubaugh/dp/1724032690/ref=sr_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=tom+blubaugh&qid=1625340318&s=books&sr=1-3&author-follow=B004VN31J4&#customerReviews" target="_blank">Here</a> is the latest link to the book on Amazon. <br /></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
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I received a free copy of this book by the author. For more information you can go to Thomas Blubaugh's website:<br /></b></span>
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For another review of this book you can visit the blog <i>Reflections in Hindsight</i> <a href="http://reflectionsinhindsight.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/sunday-book-review-night-of-the-cossack-by-tom-blubaugh/">here</a><br /></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43263431-beating-about-the-bush" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Beating About the Bush (Agatha Raisin, #30)" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1570444911l/43263431._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43263431-beating-about-the-bush">Beating About the Bush</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1657638.M_C_Beaton">M.C. Beaton</a><br /><br />My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3409034139">3 of 5 stars</a><br /><br /><br />I listened to this on Hoopla while painting my house. I can say it was a fun mystery and made painting much more bearable, especially since the air conditioner broke and I had to paint most of the house in ninety plus (F thirty plus C) degree weather.<br /><br />Agatha Raisin and her assistant detective Tony are driving through the country when they approach a clump of bushes. Tony grits her teeth because it seems that they can't drive past a clump of bushes without Agatha saying, "That's a great place to hide a body."<br /><br />It's no different this time, except, there is a body! Or at least a leg. Agatha and Tony rush to the bushes see the leg, in fact they recognize the leg as belonging to the secretary of a company that has hired Agatha's detective agency to investigate possible espionage from a rival company.<br /><br />The police are called, much ado is made, and then they all laugh at Agatha Raisin. The leg is fake.<br /><br />This naturally makes the newspapers and Agatha, a rather vain person, is mortified. But she's also suspicious. Was this a trap to discredit her? If so, why? What is really going on at the company that has hired her?<br /><br />The plot line is a simple murder mystery, but who gets murdered and why is not immediately apparent.<br /><br />What is mostly enjoyable about Beaton's mysteries are the characters. They are very human. Agatha Raisin is a middle-aged plump, smoking drinking piece of brass. She's vain and pushy, but also very caring. She's deathly afraid of losing her young assistant, Tony, to marriage. Agatha herself has soured on marriage, more for selfish reasons than anything else.<br /><br />I don't know if M.C. Beaton is trying to be realistic or has an ax to grind, but she makes marriage out to be the dullest, most boring occupation anyone could involve themselves in. Raising children is paramount to drudgery and voluntary slavery.<br /><br />Relationships should be limited to sex with multiple partners. Agatha has no problem sleeping around and certainly doesn't plan commitment with anyone, but while she is working on a relationship with a new flame, she is outraged that one of her male harem has the audacity to get married.<br /><br />And furthermore with someone he hasn't even slept with. She compares it to buying shoes without trying them on.<br /><br />Call me old fashioned, by Agatha is rather a Trollope and comparing a human being with a pair of shoes as if other people are simply commodities to be used for personal pleasure is disgusting.<br /><br />Then there's Tony trying to decide whether to marry her boyfriend, but arrives at the conclusion that marriage and family would be terminally boring and she's much better off being a detective.<br /><br />That attitude is depressing enough, but also a bit presumptive. The story got me through painting my house, but otherwise wasn't all that interesting and certainly not more interesting than the relationships I have with my husband and son.<br /><br />I'll read more of Agatha Raisin, but I may be holding my nose as I do so.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/16212447-sharon-barrow-wilfong">View all my reviews</a></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2v7LdLYDkfKjTw3b75zzShhikuDZrmtVPRIwVDkybGoqOfq1pvDNOB3sr2wr99Themua-kw7mdXJSkeCA5mqXiIsv4p9xUQtQm6Hs2XBDY4UcKGG3z6gtsvfzUdELGfGObXPgHEZGGKj-/s2048/full+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2v7LdLYDkfKjTw3b75zzShhikuDZrmtVPRIwVDkybGoqOfq1pvDNOB3sr2wr99Themua-kw7mdXJSkeCA5mqXiIsv4p9xUQtQm6Hs2XBDY4UcKGG3z6gtsvfzUdELGfGObXPgHEZGGKj-/w480-h640/full+moon.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_MzJAk14BQS398ReqmpA3HOcl60VU3FQvp0rR8IOJmPoaEgcT4ojVEyaUZGbSCuMTkbmWWr_lppugakbr1533H6fuyhgojtZmN0LiOg8zHQn3Li7Kxqyoi9OBR9AIZhFU-xpudKcR6wz/s1100/puddle+on+my+head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="335" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_MzJAk14BQS398ReqmpA3HOcl60VU3FQvp0rR8IOJmPoaEgcT4ojVEyaUZGbSCuMTkbmWWr_lppugakbr1533H6fuyhgojtZmN0LiOg8zHQn3Li7Kxqyoi9OBR9AIZhFU-xpudKcR6wz/w120-h320/puddle+on+my+head.jpg" width="120" /></a></div><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>
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