Book Review – For Such a Time by Kate Breslin

Book Review – For Such a Time by Kate Breslin

About a month ago, I saw that For Such a Time by Kate Breslin was on sale on Kindle. I’d heard a lot of good things about this book, so I promptly decided my book club would read it for August and told everyone to snatch it up. Once we’d had our July meeting, I started reading it. And was a few chapters in when I saw that the author was in the middle of a veritable maelstrom because of this book. Obviously I was interested, given that I was reading it even then, so I read some of the articles. And some of the hate-filled reviews, many written by people who had never read the book and said so openly.

I was baffled. Genuinely baffled. People are up in arms over someone writing a Christian book about the Holocaust. About having a single Nazi officer who sees that he’s done wrong.

For Such a Time is a
retelling of Esther, set during WWII. It deviates from actual history in
order to preserve this retelling aspect and deliver a victory to the
Esther-character and her people. Now, those of you who know me, know I consider historical facts sacred. So I get the complaints about “But it didn’t happen this way!” It didn’t. But as a retelling, as a “If an Esther had risen up, it may have looked like this…” sort of story, I found it
intriguing. Kinda like when Tarantino killed Hitler in Inglourious. Didn’t happen. But it didn’t stop me from cheering.

Of course, my review has even gotten
negative ratings on Amazon and a nasty comment on Goodreads. Go figure! LOL. But
here it is, and I’ll also provide the links to where I’ve posted it, if
you feel the urge to go press a “like” button…


If the beautiful story of Esther had taken place during WWII instead of the days of Persia, it may have looked like this.

Breslin
tells a tale of a young Jewish woman singled out of a concentration
camp when her inner strength and promise of beauty captures the
attention of a Nazi officer. He whisks her out of that life of hardship
and employs her as his secretary, intrigued and attracted…and knowing
well that she considers him the enemy. That she will never forgive it
when she learns the role he must play in the Final Solution. The
question is–can he ever forgive himself after she opens his eyes to the
truth of her people’s plight?

This is a tale that paints vividly
the horrors of life for the Jews in Nazi-occupied Europe. It’s a tale
that shows that sometimes the heart leads us toward people logic says we
should hate. It’s a tale that reminds us that sometimes God turns a
heart of stone back into a heart of flesh.

The sad truth is that
there was no Esther for the Jews in 1944. There was no victory like in
the story of Esther. The author gives us one, and then reminds us in
her note that that was part of the retelling aspect, and that in
reality, no one stepped forward to save these people. That’s a failing
of humanity.

I’ve read a ton of bad reviews objecting to the idea
of a Christian book about a Jewish heroine, and that it’s an atrocity
that someone would “save” (i.e. convert) a strong Jewish woman. But
they’ve obviously never read the book, as the heroine doesn’t convert to
Christianity. I’ve read similar objections saying the author is
dishonoring the plight of the Jews in the hands of the Nazis by
redeeming an SS officer. Personally, I don’t see how saying that one man
might have been led to see his sin through this atrocity in any way
diminishes the evils wrought by the regime. Evils that are painted quite
clearly as just that in Breslin’s book.

Is it a true story? No. I
wish it were. I wish the prisoners really had managed, through the help
of a brave heroine, the victory they achieved in this book. I wish an
Esther–and a Xerxes–had stepped up. The world might be a different
place today.

For Such a Time is certainly a book worth reading.
You’ll get swept away by the prose, cheer for the heroes, and wish, as I
did, that history really had happened this way a second time.

My review on:
Word of the Week – School

Word of the Week – School

Today begins our first day of the 2015-16 school year! Xoe is somehow in 5th grade. I don’t know how this happened. Isn’t she still 5??? And Rowyn, who I swear was 3 just yesterday, is going into 2nd grade. I made the boy-o groan and the girl-o jump up and down with excitement by announcing that we’ll be adding French to our curriculum this year. 😉

So today seemed an appropriate time to look at school as a word!

It comes from the Latin schola, which interestingly enough originally meant “leisure.” (Kids today might disagree with “school” and “leisure” being related, LOL.) But in Roman days, only those who didn’t have to work had leisure time for learning. In those ancient days, the favorite pastime when one had leisure was discussion. Conversation. Philosophy. This is where the idea of leisurely discussions came from, and where it got extended to the place for such conversations. You can see this root reflected in many different languages, and English is no exception.

By the 1300s, the English word was applied not only to this learning and the place where it happens, but also to the students engaged in it. By the 1610s it had been extended to the idea of “people united by similar principles or methods.” Hence, school of thought by the 1860s.

Cover Design – Soul’s Prisoner by Cara Luecht

Cover Design – Soul’s Prisoner by Cara Luecht

One of my very first cover design posts was for the first book in Cara Luecht’s Portraits of Grace series, Soul Painter. Since the sequel will come out in December and we just finalized the design, I thought it would be fun to look at a behind the scene of this cover too. =)

Since this is a sequel, we knew we’d keep many of the design elements the same–the band of solid color at the bottom with a different, narrow band just above it. The large flourish. The typeface. On this cover, Cara wanted to feature Jenny, one of the two main women in the book. Jenny is facing the prison of her past–the other main female lead faces a literal one. When I found this image, we decided we were totally within our artist rights to be symbolic and have Jenny behind bars, because…well, look at it!

We both just loved that photo. So I downloaded it and got to work. My first step was to zoom it so that it filled my frame.

Now, the cover of Soul Painter had fog, and I wanted something similarly weather-related here. It takes place in the winter, so I went with a snow overlay. Just found one that was white flakes on a black background and then set the layer’s blending to “screen” to make the black transparent. (Actually, I used 2 different ones to get the right effect…)

I really like the frosty look of this! But there were still some problems with the girl. For starters, she had so much makeup on! And Jenny definitely wouldn’t have. Cara asked if I could remove it, so I created a new layer and quite literally painted off the paint. 😉 Which took it from this…

to this…

Much better. I actually love how you can see the shape of her lips better with the bright color taken off. Such a softer, devastated look she now wore…perfect.

But I was still bothered by something. See, this model is a brunette, and Jenny is a blond. But with the hair in the shadows like that, and pulled back so severely, I couldn’t just lighten the hair she has. Or I failed to do so well, anyway, LOL.

So instead, I found a woman with awesome, blowing-in-the-breeze blond curls.

I carefully selected her hair, flipped it around to face the other way, and layered it onto my Jenny. I actually copied it in twice and darkened it once, then faded out the dark layer, to get the shadowed effect at the back of her head.

I didn’t run this idea by Cara until I’d seen if it would work or not, so at this point I sent it to her to see if she liked the possibility of adding hair. She declared it awesome, so we went with it. 😉

From here, it was a simple matter of putting on the title and series title. And here we have it! The final cover for Soul’s Prisoner!

About the book:

Chicago, Winter, 1891

Rachel is in danger. She’s seen too much.

She creeps along the cement walls through the dank underbelly
of the asylum. She’d never planned to leave her quiet farm life, never thought
she’d find a place in the city, never imagined she’d be in the kind of danger that
would have her cowering in Dunning’s cold, labyrinthine basement.

Jenny has finally found her place. After a
childhood of abuse, she has friends, a real job, and her only wish is to
give her adopted son the kind of life she never had.

A life of stability, without the risk and uncertainty of a
father.

But when Jeremy, Rachel’s brother, stumbles into their
warehouse, asking for help to find his missing sister, Jenny’s carefully
constructed life begins to crumble.
Word of the Week – Booty

Word of the Week – Booty

Arrr!

I occasionally have a pirate in my house–this is to be expected when one has a 7-year-old boy. I never quite know when a rather adorable little figure is going to appear with his sword in hand and demand all my booty. But last time he did, his sister–being so very much my daughter–asked, laughing, “Where does that come from, anyway? Did they put treasure in a boot or something?”

As it happens…no. 😉 Booty is from the Old French butin, which is turn from the Germanic bute, which means “exchange.” So booty is quite literally something gotten in exchange for something else (in the pirate’s case, they got it in exchange for a fight, I suppose…) But in Old English we also had the word bot that meant “an improvement,” which had, by the time butin came into our vernacular, become boot. So we combined the two into booty, making it something profitable.

The noun that means “a woman’s posterior” is from the 1920.

Thoughtful About . . . I’m Not Called

Thoughtful About . . . I’m Not Called

I’m not called to build a wall.
Just a section of it.

I’m not called to change a nation.
Just a family.

I’m not called to right all wrongs.
Just my wrongs.

I’m not called to understand it all.
Just to seek understanding through Him.

I’m not called to single-handedly fund the church.
Just to give my part.

I’m not called to be the best friend of everyone.
Just of those God has given me.

I’m not called to win awards.
Just to glorify Him with my efforts.

I’m not called to have the best of the best.
Just to be a good steward of what I’m given.

I’m not called to be everything to everyone.
Just to be me…to be His.

I’m not called to do your part.
Just to do mine.

But if we all do ours…

Then the wall gets built.
The nation changes.
The world improves.
Understanding grows.
Things get done.
Love spreads.
Good deeds are the order of the day.
God is glorified through what our hands touch.

And the world will look and say, “There is a people whose God is the Lord.”

Blessed be the name of the Lord.