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		<title>Review: The Beloved Stranger</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Beloved Stranger by Grace Livingston Hill Reviewer: Bonita L. Ledzius Genre: Christian Romance Publisher: Barbour Publishing Publication Date: 2012 Sherrill Cameron was all excited about her special day. Everything seemed perfect &#8211; her dress, her veil, the bouquet and the new wardrobe she purchased for the honeymoon voyage. She felt so lucky to be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>The Beloved Stranger</em> by Grace Livingston Hill<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Bonita L. Ledzius<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Christian Romance<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Barbour Publishing<br />
<strong>Publication</strong> <strong>Date</strong>: 2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Beloved-Stranger-by-Grace-Livingston-Hill.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2228" title="The Beloved Stranger by Grace Livingston Hill" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Beloved-Stranger-by-Grace-Livingston-Hill-200x300.jpg" alt="The Beloved Stranger by Grace Livingston Hill" width="200" height="300" /></a>Sherrill Cameron was all excited about her special day. Everything seemed perfect &#8211; her dress, her veil, the bouquet and the new wardrobe she purchased for the honeymoon voyage. She felt so lucky to be marrying Carter McArthur…until she caught him with another woman and found out that his love for her is based on lies and greed. In a last minute switch, she decides to send the other woman down the aisle to marry her bridegroom. Is she doing the right thing? Will she have regrets for not fighting for the man she loved? How long will her heart ache?</p>
<p>Having just arrived in town, Graham Copeland is swept up in a very strange wedding drama. Immediately intrigued by the woman he catches as she falls from her car near the church, he helps her to the church balcony and decides to stay with her to the end of the reception, no matter what it takes.</p>
<p>Knowing nothing of this kind stranger, can Sherrill really trust him? Is he connected to the missing emerald necklace that was a gift from Sherrill’s Aunt Pat Catherwood? Once the wedding is over, will Sherrill ever see her “beloved stranger” again?</p>
<p>Carter McArthur is shocked and quite stunned when he sees Arla Prentiss walking towards him in a white bridal gown, instead of Sherrill Cameron.  A mixture of fear and anger rises in him, knowing he’s been found out and he will never have a chance at the Catherwood fortune. Why is Arla the bride instead of Sherrill? How will he pay off his many creditors? Will he really lose his business over this misfortunate marriage?</p>
<p>The Beloved Stranger reads as a mystery and a romance, but is truly a tale of love lost and true love found. It is a story of how Jesus can bring together those from different levels of society into one loving group of friends and make them into family. The Beloved Stranger tells us how God has a plan for our lives and often we look at what we want instead of what God wants for us. God can bless us when we turn our lives over to Him.</p>
<p>I was impressed with the way Grace Livingstone Hill wrote the story as a mystery wrapped in a romance with a gospel message. It allowed the spiritual side of me to seek the Lord’s lesson, while my emotional side enjoyed the romance and my mind tried to figure out the mystery.</p>
<p>However, I found that parts of the story were difficult to get into, and often found myself rereading a paragraph more than once trying to understand what it was telling me. For me, there was a lack of information about the setting during parts of the story and a reference to the “1930’s Eastern America” at the beginning left me with questions about where the story was actually taking place. The accent of the characters was unfamiliar to me, causing confusion and drawing my attention away from the story. That struggle made the book drag a bit, but not enough to keep me from enjoying the story. I found my heart raced with excitement as the wedding took place, and as Arla uncovered Carter’s secret. I think I swooned along with Sherrill every time she saw Graham. I also couldn’t wait for Carter to get his just due. I fell in love with Sherrill’s Aunt Pat, who reminded me of my own Aunt Pat in so many ways. I could see this book acted out on stage, or done into a movie.</p>
<p>I would recommend the book to anyone from teens to adults. If you have a friend who is in need of salvation but seems more focused on finding someone to love, this is a great book for them. Sherrill found the happiness and love she sought in the saving grace of Christ Jesus. They might just find it for themselves through the gospel message shared in the book.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG:</strong> Some youths might find some of the wording difficult to understand, and need assistance in understanding, especially because of the period of time the story takes place in.</p>
<p><em>Book provided by Barbour Publishing, Inc.Thank you!</em></p>
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		<title>Review: Cooking the Books</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 12:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cooking the Books: A Sloane Templeton Mystery by Bonnie S Calhoun Reviewer: Lori Twichell, Radiant Lit Genre: Christian Mystery Publisher: Abingdon Press Publication Date: April 2012 Sloane Templeton is a woman who appears to have her life nicely in order. She’s got a successful business that was handed down to her after her mother’s passing. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Cooking the Books: A Sloane Templeton Mystery</em> by Bonnie S Calhoun<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Lori Twichell, Radiant Lit<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Christian Mystery<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Abingdon Press<br />
<strong>Publication Date</strong>: April 2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Cooking-the-Books-by-Bonnie-S-Calhoun.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-2226" title="Cooking the Books by Bonnie S Calhoun" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Cooking-the-Books-by-Bonnie-S-Calhoun-190x300.jpg" alt="Cooking the Books by Bonnie S Calhoun" width="190" height="300" /></a>Sloane Templeton is a woman who appears to have her life nicely in order. She’s got a successful business that was handed down to her after her mother’s passing. She has a handsome and attentive boyfriend. She’s surrounded by friends and family. What could possibly be wrong with this scenario? Well actually, like most of us, Sloane’s got her own burdens to bear. Her ex-boyfriend is abusive and not quite out of her life yet. She really didn’t want the bookstore that her mother left her when she died. She misses her mom something fierce and to top it all off, she seems to be surrounded by completely crazy people.</p>
<p>When Sloane ends up with a book that is worth more than everything she owns and mysterious things start happening around the shop, she finds herself braids deep in a mess that involves not only the police, but a lot of violent threats and the potential for murder. It’s far more than the average person should be expected to handle – even with extra large helpings of red velvet cake and lots of romance from aforementioned boyfriend.</p>
<p>With quick dialogue, engaging characters and a fast moving plot, Bonnie Calhoun has created a fun quirky book that is not only enjoyable to read, but entertaining and a great way to get away from real life for a while. Although, to be fair, with the problems Sloane has, you can’t exactly call this a great getaway from reality, but you can laugh along with some of her crazy choices and misadventures.</p>
<p>I deeply enjoyed this freshman outing from Calhoun. As I read, I would laugh, stress and cry along with Sloane and I spent a good amount of time trying to figure out the puzzle. Cleverly plotted twists made it fun to keep involved in the story without frustration. And in the end, I was happy to say that it left me wanting more. I hope that Calhoun has future additions planned for this series. I’m eager to see where Sloane ends up and how all of her wacky quirky friends fare in the next outing.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG-13:</strong> There’s some violence in this book and some scary moments so it’s definitely not intended for younger readers. Teens would be able to read it without difficulty, but younger teens may want to read with their parents.</p>
<p><em>Book provided by Hamby Media. Thank you LeAnn!</em></p>
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day Gifts for the Downton Abbey Mom!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 12:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[*by Renee Chaw Chances are you&#8217;ve seen Downton Abbey or at least have heard about it over the past year and for good reason, the series is amazing! With its dramatic themes, incredible costumes, and absolutely gorgeous setting you can&#8217;t help becoming addicted. It&#8217;s really no surprise that with such popularity that this series is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*by Renee Chaw</p>
<p>Chances are you&#8217;ve seen <em>Downton Abbey </em>or at least have heard about it over the past year and for good reason, the series is amazing! With its dramatic themes, incredible costumes, and absolutely gorgeous setting you can&#8217;t help becoming addicted. It&#8217;s really no surprise that with such popularity that this series is going into season 3 filming as we speak. To *try* and fill in the gaps between now and the season 3 air-date (sometime in early 2013) I thought it would be interesting to put together a <em>Downton Abbey</em> inspired &#8220;gift list.&#8221; What better time to do it than right before <em>Mother&#8217;s Day</em>, maybe all you folks who haven&#8217;t yet had the chance to buy something for your oh-so-deserving mom will get some great ideas!</p>
<p>One of the most under appreciated characters at the Abbey is Mrs. Patmore, the cook! Without her the Crawley&#8217;s would starve and not to mention Daisy wouldn&#8217;t know the flour from the baking soda.</p>
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<p>So what do you think, would modern-day Mrs. Patmore&#8217;s (aka our hard-working moms) enjoy this fantastic stand mixer with a boat-load of attachments? I have the feeling a few mom&#8217;s would go nuts over this, mine included.</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;">After mom&#8217;s finished cooking up a meal even the<a href="http://www.facebook.com/Dowager2011"> Dowager Countess</a> would approve of she&#8217;s going to want to relax and what better way to do it than with a cup of hot coffee (or tea or cocoa or cappuccino) brewed in her new </span><em style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="http://www.keurig.com/">Keurig</a></em><span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;">! I have it on good authority (*cough cough* Lori T., the big kahuna here at </span><em style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Radiant Lit</em><span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;">) that mom won&#8217;t be able to do without her K-Cup in the morning once she&#8217;s tried it. <img src='http://radiantlit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></div>
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<div style="font-size: medium;">If you&#8217;re on a tight budget why not consider making mom a meal Edwardian style? I found this great link on the <a href="http://www.itv.com/food/articles/food-downton-abbey">ITV.com</a> site for three easy recipes that are sure to please mom and the entire family. You can show off your culinary prowess by making mom a meat pie she&#8217;ll never forget!</div>
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<div style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Go <a href="http://www.itv.com/food/articles/food-downton-abbey">HERE</a> for recipes</div>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steak and Kidney PiePhoto from <a href="http://www.itv.com/food/recipes/steak-and-kidney-pie">ITV.com</a></td>
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<p>Remember when Lady Edith took it upon herself to help the Drake&#8217;s with the field work and learned how to drive a tractor&#8230;</p>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lady Edith driving a tractor!Photo from <a href="http://www.tv.com/news/downton-abbey-war-is-so-very-inconvenient-part-2-27524/">tv.com</a></td>
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<p>&#8230;Methinks today&#8217;s mom wouldn&#8217;t mind helping outside if she had a machine like this one.</p>
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<td style="text-align: center;"><a style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" href="http://www.deere.com/common/media/images/product/riding_mowers/lawn_tractors/select_series_x300/x300/r4b002531_x300_642_462.png"><img src="http://www.deere.com/common/media/images/product/riding_mowers/lawn_tractors/select_series_x300/x300/r4b002531_x300_642_462.png" alt="" width="320" height="228" border="0" /></a></td>
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<p>What mom doesn&#8217;t love shiny things? Personally I really love the costumes of the series but evening gloves and tiaras aren&#8217;t something one can wear everyday.</p>
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<p>Check out the great jewelry I found on Etsy that was inspired by the show. I think it&#8217;s perfect for a night out!</p>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/27891400/downton-abbey-inspired-pink-glass?ref=sr_gallery_10&amp;ga_search_query=downton+abbey&amp;ga_view_type=gallery&amp;ga_ship_to=ZZ&amp;ga_min=0&amp;ga_max=0&amp;ga_page=3&amp;ga_search_type=handmade">Juliana&#8217;s Creations</a> store @ Etsy</td>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/93717326/vintage-style-peacock-blue-glass-beaded?ref=sr_gallery_16&amp;ga_search_query=downton+abbey&amp;ga_view_type=gallery&amp;ga_ship_to=ZZ&amp;ga_min=0&amp;ga_max=0&amp;ga_page=12&amp;ga_search_type=handmade">Vintage Touch Jewelry</a> @ Etsy</td>
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<p>These are just a few of the pretty (or practical) things I found that I thought moms and fans of <em>Downton Abbey </em>would enjoy. If you have any other suggestions for Mother&#8217;s Day or just cool vintage inspired gift ideas to share feel free to do so in the comments section of this post. Also if your mom hasn&#8217;t seen <em>Downton Abbey</em> you might want to get Season 1 or 2 or both on DVD or Blu-Ray</p>
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<td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>Downton Abbey</em> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Downton-Abbey/dp/B0047H7QD6/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1336083727&amp;sr=8-3">Season 1 DVD</a>or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Masterpiece-Classic-Downton-Season-Blu-ray/dp/B004FM2ENU/ref=tmm_blu_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1336083727&amp;sr=8-3">Season 1 Blu-Ray</a></p>
<p><em>Downton Abbey</em> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Masterpiece-Classic-Downton-Original-Unedited/dp/B005Q1W10A/ref=tmm_dvd_title_0">Season 2 DVD</a></p>
<p>or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Downton-Abbey-Original-Edition-Blu-ray/dp/B005Q1W0ZQ/ref=pd_bxgy_mov_img_b">Season 2 Blu-Ray</a></td>
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		<title>Review: Just Down the Road</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just Down the Road by Jodi Thomas Reviewer: Lori Twichell, Radiant Lit Genre: Mainstream Fiction Publisher: Berkley Publication Date: April 3, 2012 Tinch Turner is a loner and he knows it. Since his wife, Lori Anne, passed away from cancer, he’s had no interest in being a part of a family or even a part [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Just Down the Road</em> by Jodi Thomas<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Lori Twichell, Radiant Lit<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Mainstream Fiction<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Berkley<br />
<strong>Publication Date</strong>: April 3, 2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Just-Down-the-Road-by-Jodi-Thomas.png"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2223" title="Just Down the Road by Jodi Thomas" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Just-Down-the-Road-by-Jodi-Thomas-197x300.png" alt="Just Down the Road by Jodi Thomas" width="197" height="300" /></a>Tinch Turner is a loner and he knows it. Since his wife, Lori Anne, passed away from cancer, he’s had no interest in being a part of a family or even a part of anything. Living essentially like a hermit on his land outside of the small town of Harmony, everyone knows Tinch and a lot of people care, but Tinch would have a hard time caring less.</p>
<p>Addison Spencer has been on the run from an overbearing father, a disappointing fiancé and pretty much everything else she’s ever known. Harmony is just the perfect place to get away, relax and concentrate on what she wants to do – be a doctor.  All is perfect until one night she has to stitch up a man who has been in a bar fight – a man who turns out to be her neighbor.</p>
<p>Neither Tinch nor Addison are interested in a friendship, but when a little boy suddenly needs both of them and brings with him a new danger that threatens their peace and their lives, there’s no one else they can turn to but each other.</p>
<p>And what about our beloved Reagan Truman, her uncle Jeremiah and her best friend and sometimes boyfriend Noah? They’re all here. Everyone that we’ve come to know and love in Jodi Thomas’ Harmony series is present, accounted for and updated with much love and affection. It’s like a breath of fresh air to step back into Thomas’ universe and visit with these old friends again.</p>
<p>With witty dialogue, a heart pounding plotline and quirky characters that are guaranteed to make you smile, you don’t want to miss this latest installment in the Harmony series. I’ve loved these characters from day one and I can say without a doubt that there has never been a stumble, stutter or failure in any of the books. There are none that I would recommend less than any other – but with this one, Jodi has outdone herself. The tense plotline will leave you gasping in places and will most likely make you cry in others. I can say that Jodi was able to make me laugh out loud just moments after a good cry – the tears were still fresh on my cheeks! It is gorgeous writing that evokes an incredible emotional response.</p>
<p>If you couldn’t tell yet, these are some of my favorite books from one of my favorite writers, so I’m going to tell you to go check these books out. These aren’t Christian books, so there is some sex, language and violence – but none of it is overwhelming. If that turns you off, be aware. It’s handled tastefully and with great decorum or else I wouldn’t recommend them. If you love a good romance with quirky characters and a fun backdrop, you’ll enjoy these books.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG-13</strong>: Adult situations, mentions of sex and some violence.<br />
<em>Book provided by the publisher. Thank you!</em></p>
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		<title>An Interview with Trisha Goyer</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When the Titanic left Southampton on April 10, 1912, the world was fascinated with its size, the luxury, the symbol of prominence for the wealthy onboard, and the promise for the emigrants hoping for a better future in America. For the past 100 years since its sinking on April 15, 1912, the world has been consumed with how a ship deemed unsinkable sank, the artifacts at the bottom of the ocean, the stories of the people on board, and the history the ship held. In commemoration of this landmark anniversary, award-winning author <strong>Tricia Goyer</strong> has released <strong><em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon</em></strong> (Barbour Publishing/March 2012/ISBN 978-1-61626-551-9).</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/By-the-Light-of-the-Silvery-Moon-by-Tricia-Goyer.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-2247" title="By the Light of the Silvery Moon by Tricia Goyer" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/By-the-Light-of-the-Silvery-Moon-by-Tricia-Goyer-254x300.jpg" alt="By the Light of the Silvery Moon by Tricia Goyer" width="184" height="217" /></a>When the Titanic movie first came out in 1997, Goyer, like most of America, became fascinated with the tragedy. <em>“The movie captured my attention. Yes, there was a love story, but the ship of dreams fascinated me even more. I checked out many books at the library and bought others on the Titanic. I didn&#8217;t think of writing a novel about it. Still, I carried a love inside for that amazing ship and its passengers,</em>” says Goyer.</p>
<p>Around that same time, Goyer had been working on the idea for a novel centering on a contemporary retelling of the prodigal son. While the idea did not go farther than the prologue at the time, she kept the idea in the back of her mind. Fifteen years later, when her publisher approached her about the possibility of writing a book to mark the anniversary of the Titanic, Goyer was excited about the opportunity and realized that it was time to merge the two ideas together in a unique, faith-filled tale of love and reconciliation.</p>
<p>Goyer’s extensive research from books, documentaries and visiting a museum dedicated to the ship all contribute to making <em>By the Light of the Silvery </em>amazingly historically accurate. With her beautiful gift of storytelling, readers are sure to feel that they have been transported back 100 years to the fateful night that changed the lives of all onboard the “Ship of Dreams.”</p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><span style="color: #993300;">An Interview with Trisha Goyer</span></h2>
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<p><strong>Q: <em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon </em>is a fictional story taking place on the decks of the <em>Titanic</em>. How do you think this setting enhanced the story? </strong></p>
<p><em>Every author tries to weave conflict into a story—it&#8217;s that conflict and tension that keep readers turning pages. Because the sinking of the Titanic is so well known, the tension is built in. As my character Amelia is being wooed by two men, the reader knows what&#8217;s coming—an iceberg is ahead!</em></p>
<p><strong>Q: This novel has appropriate timing, releasing on the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the <em>Titanic</em>. How heavily did you research the <em>Titanic </em>before writing <em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon</em>? </strong></p>
<p><em>You should see my stack of books on the Titanic; it&#8217;s as tall as me! I&#8217;ve read through many books—not just recently but over the last fifteen years. I&#8217;ve watched many documentaries, too. I&#8217;ve been fascinated by the Titanic for a while, and I was excited about the opportunity to write this novel.</em></p>
<p><em>My whole family also visited the Titanic Museum Attraction in Branson, Missouri. It was amazing! They had a complete model of the Titanic, and numerous artifacts like life vests, watches, and purses. They had models of the staircase, the staterooms, and the decks. Each of us received boarding passes of actual passengers and we read about their lives as we went along. My passenger—a young mother—didn&#8217;t survive. Probably the most emotionally powerful element was a water tank that held water at the temperature of the frigid ocean so many people plunged into. I put my hand into it and after ten seconds it was aching. The museum brought to life what I&#8217;d been reading about.</em></p>
<p><strong>Q: Did you take steps to ensure the story remained historically accurate or did you let your imagination run wild? </strong></p>
<p><em>I worked hard to ensure the story remained historically accurate. All the time is true—when the ship launched, when they reached France and Ireland, when they set out in the open ocean, when the first ice was spotted, when the lifeboats were launched, etc. I researched the layout and decorations of the ship. I even made sure things like what they ate and the musical entertainment were correct. I included real passengers within my story, too.</em></p>
<p><em>My creativity came in with my primary characters. There was no Amelia Gladstone or Damian and Quentin Walpole on the Titanic. They are purely figments of my imagination.</em></p>
<p><strong>Q: <em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon </em>parallels the story of the prodigal son from the Bible. How is this story different than the Biblical version? </strong></p>
<p><em>This story is different because it&#8217;s set on the Titanic for starters! I did try to keep the heart of the prodigal son story—the emotions of the brothers and the love of the father especially. While the Bible doesn&#8217;t describe if the brothers ever reconciled, there is some level of reconciliation in my novel—but I don&#8217;t want to give too much away!</em></p>
<p><strong>Q: How is <em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon </em>different from other novels you’ve written? </strong></p>
<p><em>This is the first novel I&#8217;ve written about an event so widely known. There are THOUSANDS of books written on the Titanic. I am certain that experts can find little things I may not have researched enough. . .like the correct size of the linen napkins or things like that. As I wrote, there were those doubts and worries if Titanic die‐hard fans would enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed it, but in the end I had peace. I love the story, and I loved bringing the prodigal son story to life. Yes, there is room for one more story about the Titanic—especially when it can highlight the love of God.</em></p>
<p><strong>Q: What do you hope readers take away from <em>By the Light of the Silvery Moon</em>? </strong></p>
<p><em>I hope they&#8217;ll understand more about the Titanic. As with all my novels I believe that bringing history to life honors those from the past.</em></p>
<p><em>I also hope their understanding of God&#8217;s love and forgiveness and open arms will grow, too. As someone who didn&#8217;t grow up having a relationship with my father, the love of my heavenly father can be hard for me to grasp. For readers who have the same experience, I hope they&#8217;ll take away a deeper understanding of God&#8217;s undying love.</em></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Baroness  by Susan May Warren Reviewer: Melissa J. MacDonald Genre: Historical Romance Publisher: Summerside Press Publication Date: March 2012 Lily and her cousin Rosie are coming of age in the roaring twenties. Both belong to families of great wealth. The world is their oyster. One summer in Paris opens their eyes and ultimately alters their [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Baroness  </em>by Susan May Warren<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Melissa J. MacDonald<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Historical Romance<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Summerside Press<br />
<strong>Publication</strong> <strong>Date</strong>: March 2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Baroness-by-Susan-May-Warren.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2221" title="Baroness  by Susan May Warren" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Baroness-by-Susan-May-Warren-191x300.jpg" alt="Baroness  by Susan May Warren" width="191" height="300" /></a>Lily and her cousin Rosie are coming of age in the roaring twenties. Both belong to families of great wealth. The world is their oyster. One summer in Paris opens their eyes and ultimately alters their lives. Lily discovers her love for flying and the interest of a man while Rosie believes she’s fallen in love. Before they can both blink they find themselves whisked back stateside and don’t see one another for a number of years.</p>
<p>Lily returns home to a dying mother and stepfather she wants nothing to do with. She sneaks away without telling anyone and heads as far west as the money in her pocket will take her. It doesn&#8217;t take her far, but it does take her to an airshow. Her love of flying reigns supreme and eventually she becomes a wing walker. She also takes great notice of her pilot, a handsome man named Truman.</p>
<p>Rosie lives in New York and sets out to see her name in lights. She gets into a relationship with a mob boss that will prove to be deadly. In her haste to escape his hold, she runs away with a baseball player who turns out to be the love of her life. They settle in Chicago and make a home for themselves.</p>
<p>4 years pass.</p>
<p>Lily is divorced and working for her mother&#8217;s newspaper. Rosie is married and pregnant and moving back to New York with her husband. Lily&#8217;s ex-husband is on his way to New York and Rosie&#8217;s ex-boyfriend, the mob boss, knows she&#8217;s back in town. Drama and tragedy are on the horizon. Great healing and beauty are also very near.</p>
<p>Just when I think I have  Susan May Warren all figured out, she surprises me. This is not your run of the mill romance book. Watching Lily and Rosie for this span of years is both enlightening and painful. You feel all of their angst right along with them. I applaud Warren for her superb character development. I also thoroughly enjoyed her handling of the time period down to the clothes worn, current events and trends. The wing walking aspect both terrified and intrigued me.</p>
<p>What I always love about Susan May Warren is her ability to reveal healing and God&#8217;s hand in each of her books. I found the path that Lily took to healing and reconciliation with her stepfather to be truly beautiful. It perfectly rounded out this book for me.</p>
<p>I had a hard time getting into the first couple of chapters, but once I was in, I was all in. This one definitely had me reading late into the night. Baroness is the second book in the Daughters of Fortune series and I&#8217;m not sure how I missed the first one. I plan on remedying that immediately. You can read it as a standalone but why would you want to? And the ending of Baroness left me wanting more and anxiously awaiting the next book in the series.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG-13</strong>:  Due to some mature subject matter, this book is recommended for mature readers.<br />
<em>Book provided by the publisher. Thank you!</em></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Truth Like the Sun by Jim Lynch Reviewer: Jennifer Roman Genre: Historical fiction Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf Publication Date: 4/16/2012 Taking part in two different eras, Jim Lynch offers readers a unique view into something as amazing and corrupting as a World’s Fair. In 1962 Seattle, Roger Morgan is the newest celebrity to hit America. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Truth Like the Sun</em> by Jim Lynch<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Jennifer Roman<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Historical fiction<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Alfred A. Knopf<br />
<strong>Publication</strong> <strong>Date</strong>: 4/16/2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Truth-Like-the-Sun-by-Jim-Lynch.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2219" title="Truth Like the Sun by Jim Lynch" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/Truth-Like-the-Sun-by-Jim-Lynch-210x300.jpg" alt="Truth Like the Sun by Jim Lynch" width="210" height="300" /></a>Taking part in two different eras, Jim Lynch offers readers a unique view into something as amazing and corrupting as a World’s Fair.</p>
<p>In 1962 Seattle, Roger Morgan is the newest celebrity to hit America. Not because he is a dreamy actor or an amazing athlete. Instead, it is because he brings his imagination to fruition by building a World’s Fair in the untamed Pacific Northwest, introducing the world to what will become “One of the best cities in the world.”</p>
<p>Helen Gulanos is a local reporter known for her skewering of politicians. Her latest assignment is to cover the 1962 World’s Fair in current-day 2001. While researching, she uncovers information that could hurt Roger’s current attempt at running for mayor in Seattle. What she finds, however, is all circumstantial and difficult to prove. Is Roger truly as wonderful as everyone believes, or is he the corrupt scoundrel she thinks he might be?</p>
<p>What makes this story so interesting is that while Roger and Helen are fictional, the event itself is real. Learning about 1960’s America while being entertained by two engaging characters is the best of both worlds. With so little known about the World’s Fair, it was fun to imagine the card houses, the kickbacks to police forces and the bribery everywhere. This book transports the reader back to the early 1960s to learn about the times and people. It’s an easy read that will delight and entertain.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG</strong><br />
<em>Book provided by Inkwell Management</em></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Silent Governess, by Julie Klassen Reviewer: Melissa J. MacDonald Genre: Historical Fiction Romance Publisher: Bethany House Publication Date: 2009 Running wildly, Olivia Keene takes off into the forest fleeing a secret she must never reveal and carrying only the small packet her mother pushed into her hands. Her flight takes her to Brightwell Court [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>The Silent Governess</em>, by Julie Klassen<br />
<strong>Reviewer</strong>: Melissa J. MacDonald<br />
<strong>Genre</strong>: Historical Fiction Romance<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Bethany House<br />
<strong>Publication</strong> Date: 2009</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Silent-Governess-by-Julie-Klassen.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2216" title="The Silent Governess, by Julie Klassen" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Silent-Governess-by-Julie-Klassen-196x300.jpg" alt="The Silent Governess, by Julie Klassen" width="196" height="300" /></a>Running wildly, Olivia Keene takes off into the forest fleeing a secret she must never reveal and carrying only the small packet her mother pushed into her hands. Her flight takes her to Brightwell Court where she overhears something of great importance having to do with Lords Brightwell and Bradley. She is caught spying and locked in a cell where she is injured by a fellow prisoner and rendered temporarily mute. Edward, (Lord Bradley) fearing his secret will be revealed, brings Olivia to Brightwell Court and employs her as governess to his orphaned cousins so he can keep a close watch on her. If his secret is known, he stands to lose his legacy, his inheritance and his reputation. If her secret is found out, Olivia fears she&#8217;ll lose much more.</p>
<p>When Olivia fled, her mother was supposed to be close behind her but has not appeared and is assumed dead. Her father is a wanted man and is missing. Meanwhile, threatening notes are being delivered to Lord Brightwell and Lord Bradley that threaten their secret. Edward can&#8217;t help but feel drawn to Miss Keene and yet still find her mysterious.</p>
<p>The plot thickens as secrets begin to unravel. Could Lord Brightwell actually be Miss Keene&#8217;s father? Why has the mysterious Game Keeper kept such a close eye on Edward all these years? And who is the masked woman who is searching for Miss Keene?</p>
<p>Julie Klassen is one of my favorite authors. I will actually go out of my way to pay full price for one of her books. She has the ability to paint such a vivid picture of her setting and characters that you are completely transported. I always appreciate finishing one of her books having gained historical knowledge.</p>
<p>The Silent Governess is a captivating read. Fans of Downton Abbey will fall in love with this book. The reader gets to see life at Brightwell Court from both above stairs and below stairs. I found Miss Keene&#8217;s adjustment to being lonely as the governess particularly interesting. Not quite a servant and yet not family, she really doesn&#8217;t fit in.</p>
<p>There were a couple of aspects of this book that I question. Miss Keene&#8217;s secret is created to be something bigger than actuality and certainly not worth the hype. Perhaps I missed the cultural relevance of the secret or the author didn&#8217;t explain it well enough, but I kept re-reading to make sure I hadn&#8217;t missed something bigger. It seemed a little unbelievable. There were a couple of sloppy parts in the book in relation to Miss Keene&#8217;s mother as well.</p>
<p>Other than a few minor things, this is an excellent read. I seriously wanted to put on a &#8220;spot o tea&#8221; and read all day. You will truly find yourself transported into the story. Klassen remains one of my favorites and I applaud The Silent Governess.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG-13</strong><br />
<em>Book provided by the publisher</em></p>
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		<title>Sneak Peek: Garden of Madness</title>
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<p>Tracy started her first novel at the age of eight and has been hooked on writing ever since. After earning a B.A. in English Literature at Rowan University, she spent ten years writing drama presentations for church ministry before beginning to write fiction. A lifelong interest in history and mythology has led Tracy to extensive research into ancient Greece, Egypt, Rome and Persia, and shaped her desire to shine the light of the gospel into the cultures of the past.</p>
<p>She has traveled through Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Israel, Jordan and Italy, researching her novels and falling into adventures.<br />
Visit the author&#8217;s <a href="http://www.tracyhigley.com/">website</a>.</p>
<div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #333399; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:</span> </span></strong></div>
<p><a style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-hk0qye2IM/T5yzHlBHlDI/AAAAAAAAIFg/XjOIwPpYis8/s1600/GardenMadness.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-hk0qye2IM/T5yzHlBHlDI/AAAAAAAAIFg/XjOIwPpYis8/s200/GardenMadness.jpg" alt="" width="131" height="200" border="0" /></a>The Untold Story of King Nebuchadnezzar&#8217;s Daughter.</p>
<p>For seven years the Babylonian princess Tiamat has waited for the mad king Nebuchadnezzar to return to his family and to his kingdom. Driven from his throne to live as a beast, he prowls his luxurious Hanging Gardens, secreted away from the world.</p>
<p>Since her treaty marriage at a young age, Tia has lived an opulent but oppressive life in the palace. But her husband has since died and she relishes her newfound independence. When a nobleman is found murdered in the palace, Tia must discover who is responsible for the macabre death, even if her own is freedom threatened.</p>
<p>As the queen plans to wed Tia to yet another prince, the powerful mage Shadir plots to expose the family&#8217;s secret and set his own man on the throne. Tia enlists the help of a reluctant Jewish captive, her late husband&#8217;s brother Pedaiah, who challenges her notions of the gods even as he opens her heart to both truth and love.</p>
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<p>Product Details:</p>
<p>List Price: $9.99</p>
<p>Paperback: 400 pages</p>
<p>Publisher: Thomas Nelson; 1 edition (May 1, 2012)</p>
<p>Language: English</p>
<p>ISBN-10: 140168680X</p>
<p>ISBN-13: 978-1401686802</p>
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<p><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">AND NOW&#8230;THE FIRST CHAPTER:</span> </strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Prologue</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Babylon, 570 BC</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">My name is Nebuchadnezzar. Let the nations hear it!</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I am ruler of Babylon, greatest empire on earth. Here in its capital city, I am like a god.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tonight, as the sun falls to its death in the western desert, I walk along the balconies I have built, overlooking the city I have built, and know there is none like me.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I inhale the twilight air and catch the scent of a dozen sacrifices. Across the city, the smoke and flames lift from Etemenanki, the House of the Platform of Heaven and Earth. The priests sacrifice tonight in honor of Tiamat, for tomorrow she will be wed. Though I have questioned the wisdom of a marriage with the captive Judaeans, tomorrow will not be a day for questions. It will be a day of celebration, such as befits a princess.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tiamat comes to me now on the balcony, those dark eyes wide with entreaty. “Please, Father.” </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I encircle her shoulders in a warm embrace and turn her to the city.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“There, Tia. There is our glorious Babylon. Do you not wish to serve her?”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She leans her head against my chest, her voice thick. “Yes, of course. But I do not wish to marry.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I pat her shoulder, kiss the top of her head. My sweet Tia. Who would have foretold that she would become such a part me?</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“Have no fear, dear one. Nothing shall change. Husband or not, I shall always love you. Always protect you.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She clutches me, a desperate grip around my waist.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I release her arms and look into her eyes. “Go now. Your mother will be searching for you. Tomorrow will be a grand day, for you are the daughter of the greatest king Babylon has ever seen.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I use my thumb to rub a tear from her eye, give her a gentle push, and she is gone with a last look of grief that breaks my heart.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">The greatest king Babylon has ever seen.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;"> The words echo like raindrops plunking on stones. I try to ignore a tickling at the back of my thoughts. Something Belteshazzar told me, many months ago. A dream.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I shake my head, willing my mind to be free of the memory. My longtime Jewish advisor, part of my kingdom since we were both youths, often troubles me with his advice. I keep him close because he has become a friend. I keep him close because he is too often right.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">But I do not want to think of Belteshazzar. Tonight is for me alone. For my pleasure, as I gaze across all that I have built, all that I have accomplished. This great Babylon, this royal residence with its Gardens to rival those created by the gods. Built by my mighty power. For the glory of my majesty. I grip the balcony wall, inhale the smoky sweetness again, and smile. It is good.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I hear a voice and think perhaps Belteshazzar has found me after all, for the words sound like something he would say, and yet the voice . . . The voice is of another.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">“There is a decree gone out for you, Nebuchadnezzar. Your kingship has been stripped from you.”</div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">I turn to the traitorous words, but no one is there. And yet the voice continues, rumbling in my own chest, echoing in my head.</div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">“You will be driven from men to dwell with beasts. You will eat the herbs of oxen and seven times will pass over you, until you know that the Most High is ruler in the kingdom of men. To whom He wills power, He gives power.”</div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The tickling is there again, in my mind. I roll my shoulders to ease the discomfort, but it grows. It grows to a scratching, a clawing at the inside of my head, until I fear I shall bleed within.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The fear swells in me and I am frantic now. I rub my eyes, swat my ears, and still the scratching and scraping goes on, digging away at my memories, at my sense of self, of who I am and what I have done, and I stare at the sky above and the stones below and bend my waist and fall upon the ground where it is better, better to be on the ground, and I want only to find food, food, food. And a two-legged one comes and makes noises with her mouth and clutches at me but I understand none of it and even this knowledge that I do not understand is slipping, slipping from me as the sun slips into the desert.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">And in the darkness, I am no more.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Seven years later</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The night her husband died, Tia ran with abandon.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The city wall, wide enough for chariots to race upon its baked bricks, absorbed the slap of her bare feet and cooled her skin. She flew past the Ishtar Gate as though chased by demons, knowing the night guard in his stone tower would be watching. Leering. Tia ignored his attention.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tonight, this night, she wanted only to run.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">A lone trickle of sweat chased down her backbone. The desert chill soaked into her bones and somewhere in the vast sands beyond the city walls, a jackal shrieked over its kill. Her exhalation clouded the air and the quiet huffs of her breath kept time with her feet.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Breathe, slap, slap, slap</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">They would be waiting. Expecting her. A tremor disturbed her rhythm. Her tears for Shealtiel were long spent, stolen by the desert air before they fell.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Flames surged from the Tower and snagged her attention. Priests and their nightly sacrifices, promising to ensure the health of the city. For all of Babylon’s riches, the districts encircled by the double city walls smelled of poverty, disease, and hopelessness. But the palace was an oasis in a desert.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She would not run the entire three <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">bêru</span> around the city. Not tonight. Only to the Marduk Gate and back to the Southern Palace, where her mother would be glaring her displeasure at both her absence and her choice of pastime. Tia had spent long days at Shealtiel’s bedside, waiting for the end. Could her mother not wait an hour?</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Too soon, the Marduk Gate loomed and Tia slowed. The guard leaned over the waist-high crenellation, thrust a torch above his head, and hailed the trespasser.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“Only Tiamat.” She panted and lifted a hand. “Running.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">He shrugged and shook his head, then turned back to his post, as though a princess running the city wall at night in the trousers of a Persian were a curiosity, nothing more. Perhaps he’d already seen her run. More likely, her reputation ran ahead of her. The night hid her flush of shame.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">But she could delay no longer. The guilt had solidified, a stone in her belly she could not ignore.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She pivoted, sucked in a deep breath, and shot forward, legs and arms pounding for home.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Home. <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Do I still call it such?</span> When all that was precious had been taken? Married at fourteen. A widow by twenty-one. And every year a lie.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">“I shall always love you, always protect you.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">He had spoken the words on the night he had been lost to her. And where was love? Where was protection? Not with Shealtiel.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The night sky deepened above her head, and a crescent moon hung crooked against the blackness. Sataran and Aya rose in the east, overlapping in false union.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“The brightest light in your lifetime’s sky,” an elderly mage had said of the merged stars. The scholar’s lessons on the workings of the cosmos interested her, and she paid attention. As a princess already married for treaty, she was fortunate to retain tutors.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Ahead, the Ishtar Gate’s blue-glazed mosaics, splashed with yellow lions, surged against the purpling sky, and to its left, the false wooded mountain built atop the palace for her mother, Amytis, equaled its height. Tia chose the east wall of the gate for a focal point and ignored the Gardens. Tonight the palace had already seen death. She needn’t also dwell on madness.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Breathe, slap, slap, slap.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;"> Chest on fire, almost there.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She reached the palace’s northeast corner, where it nearly brushed the city wall, slowed to a stop, and bent at the waist. Hands braced against her knees, she sucked in cold air. Her heartbeat quieted.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">When she turned back toward the palace, she saw what her mother had done.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">A distance of one <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">kanû</span> separated the wide inner city wall from the lip of the palace roof, slightly lower. Tia kept a length of cedar wood there on the roof, a plank narrow enough to discourage most, and braced it across the chasm for her nightly runs. When she returned, she would pull it back to the roof, where anyone who might venture past the guards on the wall would not gain access. Only during her run did this plank bridge the gap, awaiting her return.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Amytis had removed it.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Something like heat lightning snapped across Tia’s vision and left a bitter, metallic taste in her mouth. Her mother thought to teach her a lesson. Punish her for her manifold breaches of etiquette by forcing her to take the long way down, humiliate herself to the sentinel guard.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She would not succeed.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">With a practiced eye, Tia measured the distance from the ledge to the palace roof. She would have the advantage of going from a higher to a lower level. A controlled fall, really. Nothing more.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">But she made the mistake of looking over, to the street level far below. Her senses spun and she gripped the wall.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She scrambled onto the ledge, wide enough to take the stance needed for a long jump, and bent into position, one leg extended behind. The palace rooftop garden held only a small temple in its center, lit with three torches. Nothing to break her fall, or her legs, when she hit. She counted, steadying mind and body.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The wind caught her hair, loosened during her run, and blew it across her eyes. She flicked her head to sweep it away, rocked twice on the balls of her feet, and leaped.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The night air <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">whooshed</span> against her ears, and her legs cycled through the void as though she ran on air itself. The flimsy trousers whipped against her skin, and for one exhilarating moment Tia flew like an egret wheeling above the city and knew sweet freedom.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">This was how it should always be.<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;"> My life. My choice. I alone control my destiny.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She hit the stone roof grinning like a trick monkey, and it took five running steps to capture her balance.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Glorious</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Across the rooftop, a whisper of white fluttered. A swish of silk and a pinched expression disappeared through the opening to the stairs. Amytis had been waiting to see her stranded on the city wall and Tia had soured her pleasure. The moment of victory faded, and Tia straightened her hair, smoothed her clothing.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“Your skill is improving.” The eerie voice drifted to Tia across the dark roof and she flinched. A chill rippled through her skin.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Shadir stood at the far end of the roof wall, where the platform ended and the palace wall rose higher to support the Gardens. His attention was pinned to the stars, and a scroll lay on the ledge before him, weighted with amulets.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“You startled me, Shadir. Lurking there in the shadows.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The mage turned, slid his gaze the length of her in sharp appraisal. “It would seem I am not the only one who prefers the night.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Long ago, Shadir had been one of her father’s chief advisors. Before—before the day of which they never spoke. Since that monstrous day, he held amorphous power over court and kingdom, power that few questioned and even fewer defied. His oiled hair hung in tight curls to his shoulders and the full beard and mustache concealed too much of his face, leaving hollow eyes that seemed to follow even when he did not turn his head.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia shifted on her feet and eyed the door. “It is cooler to run at night.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The mage held himself unnaturally still. Did he even breathe?</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">As a child, Tia had believed Shadir could scan her thoughts like the night sky and read her secrets. Little relief had come with age. Another shudder ran its cold finger down her back.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia lowered her chin, all the obeisance she would give, and escaped the rooftop. Behind her, he spoke in a tone more hiss than speech. “The night holds many dangers.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She shook off the unpleasant encounter. Better to ready herself for the unpleasantness she yet faced tonight.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Her husband’s family would have arrived by this time, but sweating like a soldier and dressed like a Persian, she was in no state to make an appearance in the death chamber. Instead, she went to her own rooms, where her two slave women, Omarsa and Gula, sat vigil as though they were the grieving widows. They both jumped when Tia entered and busied themselves with lighting more oil lamps and fetching bathwater.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">In spite of her marriage to the eldest son of the captive Judaean king, Tia’s chambers were her own. She had gone to Shealtiel when it was required, and only then. The other nights she spent here among her own possessions—silk fabrics purchased from merchants who traveled east of Babylon, copper bowls hammered smooth by city jewelers, golden statues of the gods, rare carved woods from fertile lands in the west. A room of luxury. One that Shealtiel disdained and she adored. She was born a Babylonian princess. Let him have his austerity, his righteous self-denial. It had done him little good.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">One of her women stripped her trousers, then unwound the damp sash that bound her lean upper body. Tia stood in the center of the bath chamber, its slight floor depression poked with drainage holes under her feet, and tried to be still as they doused her with tepid water and scrubbed with a scented paste of plant ash and animal fat until her skin stung.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">When they had dressed her appropriately, her ladies escorted her through the palace corridors to the chamber where her husband of nearly seven years lay cold.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Seven years since she lost herself and her father on the same day. Neither of them had met death, but all the same, they were lost. Seven years of emptiness where shelter had been, of longing instead of love.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">But much had ended today—Shealtiel’s long illness and Tia’s long imprisonment.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She paused outside the chamber door. Could she harden herself for the inevitable? The wails of women’s laments drifted under the door and wrapped around her heart, squeezing pity from her. A wave of sorrow, for the evil that took those who are loved, tightened her throat. But her grief was more for his family than herself. He had been harsh and unloving and narrow-minded, and now she was free. Tia would enter, give the family her respect, and escape to peace.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She nodded to one of her women, and Gula tapped the door twice and pushed it open.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Shealtiel’s body lay across a pallet, skin already graying. The chamber smelled of death and frankincense. Three women attended her husband—Shealtiel’s sister, his mother, and Tia’s own. His mother, Marta, sat in a chair close to the body. Her mourning clothes, donned over her large frame, were ashy and torn. She lifted her head briefly, saw that it was only Tia, and returned to her keening. Her shoulders rocked and her hands clutched at a knot of clothing, perhaps belonging to Shealtiel. His sister, Rachel, stood against the wall and gave her a shy smile, a smile that melded sorrow and admiration. She was younger than Tia by five years, still unmarried, a sweet girl.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“Good of you to join us, Tia.” Her mother’s eyes slitted and traveled the length of Tia’s robes. Tia expected some comment about her earlier dress, but Amytis held her tongue.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“I was . . . detained.” Their gazes clashed over Shealtiel’s body and Tia challenged her with a silent smile. The tension held for a moment, then Tia bent her head.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">She was exquisite, Amytis. No amount of resentment on Tia’s part could blind her to this truth. Though Amytis had made it clear that Tia’s sisters held her affections, and though Tia had long ago given up calling her <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Mother</span> in her heart, she could not deny that her charms still held sway in Babylon. From old men to children, Amytis was adored. Her lustrous hair fell to her waist, still black though she was nearly fifty, and her obsidian eyes over marble cheekbones were a favorite of the city’s best sculptors. Some said Tia favored her, but if she did, the likeness did nothing to stir a motherly affection.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia went to Shealtiel’s mother and whispered over her, “May the gods show kindness to you today, Marta. It is a difficult day for us all.” The woman’s grief broke Tia’s heart, and she placed a hand on Marta’s wide shoulder to share in it.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Marta sniffed and pulled away. “Do not call upon your false gods for me, girl.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Amytis sucked in a breath, her lips taut.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia’s jaw tightened. “He was a good man, Marta. He will be missed.” Both of these statements Tia made without falsehood. Shealtiel was the most pious man she had ever known, fully committed to following the exacting requirements of his God.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Marta seemed to soften. She reached a plump hand to pat Tia’s own, still on her shoulder. “But how could the Holy One have taken him before he saw any children born?”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia stiffened and brought her hand to her side, forcing the fingers to relax. Marta rocked and moaned on, muttering about Tia’s inhospitable womb. Tia dared not point out that perhaps her son was to blame.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“But there is still a chance.” Marta looked to Amytis, then to Tia. “It is our way. When the husband dies without an heir, his brother—”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“No.” </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">The single word came from both her mother’s and her own lips as one. Marta blinked and looked between them.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“It is our way.” Marta glanced at Rachel against the wall, as though seeking an ally. “My second son Pedaiah is unmarried yet. Perhaps Tia could still bear a son for Shealtiel—”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“You have had your treaty marriage with Babylon.” Amytis drew herself up, accentuating her lean height. “There will not be another.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia remained silent. Her mother and she, in agreement? Had Amytis watched her languish these seven years and regretted flinging her like day-old meat to the Judaean dogs? Did she also hope for a life with more purpose for Tia now that she had been released? Tia lifted a smile, ever hopeful that Amytis’s heart had somehow softened toward her youngest daughter.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“Jeconiah shall hear of your refusal!” Marta stood, her chin puckering.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Amytis huffed. “Take the news to your imprisoned husband, then. I shall not wait for his retribution.” She seemed to sense the unfairness of the moment and regret her calloused words. “Come, Tia. Let us leave these women to grieve.” She meant it kindly but it was yet another insult, the implication that Tia need not remain for any personal grief.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Tia followed Amytis from the chamber into the hall, her strong perfume trailing. Amytis spun on her, and her heavy red robe whirled and settled. Her nostrils flared and she spoke through clenched teeth.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 24pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt;">“By all the gods, Tiamat! For how long will you make our family a mockery?”</span></div>
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<p>Garden of Madness<br />
Thomas Nelson; 1 edition (May 1, 2012)</p>
<p>***Special thanks to Ruthie Dean of Thomas Nelson for sending me a review copy.***</p>
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		<title>Review: The Jerk Magnet</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Jerk Magnet by Melody Carlson Reviewed by: Jennifer S. Roman Genre: Young Adult, Christian, Publisher: Baker Publishing Group Publication Date: January 1, 2012 Chelsea Martin, shy bookish junior in high school, gets the shock of her life when her father tells her that he not only is engaged to be remarried, but also that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>The Jerk Magnet</em> by Melody Carlson<br />
<strong>Reviewed by:</strong> Jennifer S. Roman<br />
<strong>Genre:</strong> Young Adult, Christian,<br />
<strong>Publisher</strong>: Baker Publishing Group<br />
<strong>Publication Date</strong>: January 1, 2012</p>
<p><a href="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Jerk-Magnet-by-Melody-Carlson.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-2164" title="The Jerk Magnet by Melody Carlson" src="http://radiantlit.com/wp-content/plugins/The-Jerk-Magnet-by-Melody-Carlson.jpg" alt="The Jerk Magnet by Melody Carlson" width="207" height="300" /></a>Chelsea Martin, shy bookish junior in high school, gets the shock of her life when her father tells her that he not only is engaged to be remarried, but also that his job is transferring him to San José.  All Chelsea wants is for things to stay the same.  While not overly popular, Chelsea is comfortable with her life.  Kate, Chelsea’s soon-to-be stepmother, takes an interest in Chelsea and offers to give her some fashion advice and tips on being more confident.  At first Chelsea resists, but soon she sees that boys give her more than a passing glance after she tries some of Kate’s suggestions.  Before long, however, Chelsea realizes that the people giving her all this attention are not the nicest people; most, in fact, are jerks.  With the help of her new friend Janelle, Chelsea comes up with a social experiment to show that we all tend to judge by looks rather than personality.</p>
<p>This is the first in the <em>Life at Kingston High</em> series, in which Melody Carson focuses on a different teen and his or her personal struggles in each book.  She starts with Chelsea and attempts to show how fickle and shallow people can be.  She easily demonstrates the lesson that Chelsea learns: sometimes we are better off in our own skin instead of trying to be someone else.  Similar to my generation’s <em>Sweet Valley High</em> series by Francine Pascal, Carson uses realistic, current situations and applies a good Christian lesson to them while still entertaining.  The genre is nothing new, but Carson manages to find a way to engage adult readers as well as teens without being preachy.  Based on my experience with <em>The Jerk Magnet</em>, the other books in this series should be just as enjoyable and helpful.</p>
<p><strong>Rated PG 13:</strong> <em>There are some mature themes, but this book should be suitable for teens and adults.</em></p>
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