Book Review: Talking to the Dead

talking_to_dead_cover_for_emailBonnie Grove

368 pages

“You said you were still working on forgiving him.” I’d thought about his statement many times since. It made me realize that perhaps forgiveness wasn’t a singular event, but a progression, or better, a dance that took some figuring before you could perform the steps. -Talking to the Dead, page 305 

Kate’s husband Kevin has just died. She’s barely gotten through the funeral when she starts hearing his voice. With her memory filled with holes and no one she feels she can trust, Kate begins to doubt her sanity. As Kate tries to figure out exactly why Kevin is talking to her, life begins spiraling further out of control. Finally, after having a mental meltdown, Kate is forced to deal with, the return of her memory and many other issues.

Talking to the Dead is one of those books that is hard to classify. While it is Christian Fiction with a message of faith, it is not preachy. Kate is funny, vulnerable and human but man, is she surrounded by a bunch of stinkers. Everyone who should be there for her lets her down. But Kate finds support in a quirky support group filled with a bunch of frail, vulnerable people just like herself. She also meets Jack, a pastor, but a different sort of pastor and through his example of unconditional love and acceptance, she comes to understand her need for God. Then she begins on the road to healing.

I enjoyedTalking to the Dead very much. It has a little bit of everything: romance, suspense, humor and there were even a few times when Kate’s pain was so intense that a lump formed in my throat. I wanted to comfort her because no one else was. I highly recommend this one if you enjoy clean, faith-based, fiction. (5/5)

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News Flash/Update

th_booksJust popping in to say that I did, in fact, start school for the summer quarter and I am still working part-time. Plus, we have been running around like crazy people trying to get #1 son set for college in the fall.

I am reading(I need to go to my happy place more than ever these days) and I promise a review of Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove is coming very soon. 

 And would you believe I still haven’t spent my gift card? Hope everyone is enjoying their summer. I have a feeling that mine will be gone in a flash!

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Sneak Peek: Talking to the Dead

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

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Today’s Wild Card author is:

 

 

and the book:

 

Talking to the Dead

David C. Cook; New edition edition (June 1, 2009)

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Bonnie Grove started writing when her parents bought a typewriter, and she hasn’t stopped since. Trained in Christian Counseling (Emmanuel Bible College, Kitchener, ON), and secular psychology (University of Alberta), she developed and wrote social programs for families at risk while landing articles and stories in anthologies. She is the author of Working Your Best You: Discovering and Developing the Strengths God Gave You; Talking to the Dead is her first novel. Grove and her pastor husband, Steve, have two children; they live in Saskatchewan.

Author website: www.davidccook.com – www.bonniegrove.com

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Product Details:

List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 384 pages
Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition edition (June 1, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1434766411
ISBN-13: 978-1434766410

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:

©2009 Cook Communications Ministries. Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove. Used with permission. May not be further reproduced. All rights reserved. 

Kevin was dead and the people in my house wouldn’t go home. They mingled after the funeral, eating sandwiches, drinking tea, and speaking in muffled tones. I didn’t feel grateful for their presence. I felt exactly nothing.

Funerals exist so we can close doors we’d rather leave open. But where did we get the idea that the best approach to facing death is to eat Bundt cake? I refused to pick at dainties and sip hot drinks. Instead, I wandered into the back yard.

I knew if I turned my head I’d see my mother’s back as she guarded the patio doors. Mom would let no one pass. As a recent widow herself, she knew my need to stare into my loss alone.

I sat on the porch swing and closed my eyes, letting the June sun warm my bare arms. Instead of closing the door on my pain, I wanted it to swing from its hinges so the searing winds of grief could scorch my face and body. Maybe I hoped to die from exposure.

Kevin had been dead three hours before I had arrived at the hospital. A long time for my husband to be dead without me knowing. He was so altered, so permanently changed without my being aware.

I had stood in the emergency room, surrounded by faded blue cotton curtains, looking at the naked remains of my husband while nurses talked in hushed tones around me. A sheet covered Kevin from his hips to his knees. Tubes, which had either carried something into or away from his body, hung disconnected and useless from his arms. The twisted remains of what I assumed to be some sort of breathing mask lay on the floor. “What happened?” I said in a whisper so faint I knew no one could hear. Maybe I never said it at all. A short doctor with a pronounced lisp and quiet manner told me Kevin’s heart killed him. He used difficult phrases; medical terms I didn’t know, couldn’t understand. He called it an episode and said it was massive. When he said the word massive, spit flew from his mouth, landing on my jacket’s lapel. We had both stared at it.

When my mother and sister, Heather, arrived at the hospital, they gazed speechlessly at Kevin for a time, and then took me home. Heather had whispered with the doctor, their heads close together, before taking a firm hold on my arm and walking me out to her car. We drove in silence to my house. The three of us sat around my kitchen table looking at each other.

Several times my mother opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Our words had turned to cotton, thick and dry. We couldn’t work them out of our throats. I had no words for my abandonment. Like everything I knew to be true had slipped out the back door when I wasn’t looking.

“What happened?” I said again. This time I knew I had said it out loud. My voice echoed back to me off the kitchen table.

“Remember how John Ritter died? His heart, remember?” This from Heather, my younger, smarter sister. Kevin had died a celebrity’s death.

From the moment I had received the call from the hospital until now, I had allowed other people to make all of my bereavement decisions. My mother and mother-in-law chose the casket and placed the obituary in the paper. Kevin’s boss at the bank, Donna Walsh, arranged for the funeral parlor and even called the pastor from the church that Kevin had attended until he was sixteen to come and speak. Heather silently held my hand through it all. I didn’t feel grateful for their help.

I sat on the porch swing, and my right foot rocked on the grass, pushing and pulling the swing. My head hurt. I tipped it back and rested it on the cold, inflexible metal that made up the frame for the swing. It dug into my skull. I invited the pain. I sat with it; supped with it.

I opened my eyes and looked up into the early June sky. The clouds were an unmade bed. Layers of white moved rumpled and languid past the azure heavens. Their shapes morphed and faded before my eyes. A Pegasus with the face of a dog; a veiled woman fleeing; a villain; an elf. The shapes were strange and unreliable, like dreams. A monster, a baby—I wanted to reach up to touch its soft, wrinkled face. I was too tired. Everything was gone, lost, emptied out.

I had arrived home from the hospital empty handed. No Kevin. No car—we left it in the hospital parking lot for my sister to pick up later. “No condition to drive,” my mother had said. She meant me.

Empty handed. The thought, incomplete and vague, crept closer to consciousness. There should have been something. I should have brought his things home with me. Where were his clothes? His wallet? Watch? Somehow, they’d fled the scene.

“How far could they have gotten?” I said to myself. Without realizing it, I had stood and walked to the patio doors. “Mom?” I said as I walked into the house.

She turned quickly, but said nothing. My mother didn’t just understand what was happening to me. She knew. She knew it like the ticking of a clock, the wind through the windows, like everything a person gets used to in life. It had only been eight months since Dad died. She knew there was little to be said. Little that should be said. Once, after Dad’s funeral, she looked at Heather and me and said, “Don’t talk. Everyone has said enough words to last for eternity.”

I noticed how tall and straight she stood in her black dress and sensible shoes. How long must the dead be buried before you can stand straight again? “What happened to Kevin’s stuff?” Mom glanced around as if checking to see if a guest had made off with the silverware.

I swallowed hard and clarified. “At the hospital. He was naked.” A picture of him lying motionless, breathless on the white sheets filled my mind. “They never gave me his things. His, whatever, belongings. Effects.”

“I don’t know, Kate,” she said. Like it didn’t matter. Like I should stop thinking about it. I moved past her, careful not to touch her, and went in search of my sister.

Heather sat on my secondhand couch in my living room, a two seater with the pattern of autumn leaves. She held an empty cup and a napkin; dark crumbs tumbling off onto the carpet. Her long brown hair, usually left down, was pulled up into a bun. She looked pretty and sad. She saw me coming, her brown eyes widening in recognition. Recognition that she should do something. Meet my needs, help me, make time stand still. She quickly ended the conversation she was having with Kevin’s boss, and met me in the middle of the living room.

“Hey,” she said, touching my arm. I took a small step back, avoiding her warm fingers.

“Where would his stuff go?” I blurted out. Heather’s eyebrows snapped together in confusion. “Kevin’s things,” I said. “They never gave me his things. I want to go and get them. Will you come?”

Heather stood very still for a moment, straight backed like she was made of wood, then relaxed. “You mean at the hospital. Right, Kate? Kevin’s things at the hospital?” Tears welled in my eyes. “There was nothing. You were there. When we left, they never gave e anything of his.” I realized I was trembling.

Heather bit her lower lip, and looked into my eyes. “Let me do that for you. I’ll call the hospital—” I stood on my tiptoes and opened my mouth. “I’ll go,” she corrected before I could say anything. “I’ll go and ask around. I’ll get his stuff and bring it here.”

“I need his things.”

Heather cupped my elbow with her hand. “You need to lie down. Let me get you upstairs, and as soon as you’re settled, I’ll go to the hospital and find out what happened to Kevin’s clothes, okay?”

Fatigue filled the small spaces between my bones. “Okay.” She led me upstairs. I crawled under the covers as Heather closed the door, blocking the sounds of the people below.

 

** I haven’t finished reading this book so please check back, hopefully by the end of the week, for my review of this title.

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This and That…

email_bn_giftcardGuess what I got!? Ok, so the picture probably gave it away but my husband had to attend an event for work last week where he won a $50 Barnes & Noble Gift card. He immediately brought it home and gave it to me. Isn’t that sweet? I can’t believe that I am saying this but it’s been in my possession for roughly a week and I haven’t spent a cent of it.  I am currently backlogged on review books plus I haven’t had time to really mull over what I want. So, I am waiting. I will be sure and share my loot when I make a decision though.

In other news, it’s (finally)vacation time around here.  We are making our annual trek up north for camping, reading, resting and relaxing. No wi-fi up there , though I can check my email from my phone so feel free to give a shout if you need something. Otherwise, I will “see” you in about a week when I hope to have some reviews to publish.

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Book Review: The Forgotten Man

26136767Amity Shlaes

Audiobook (Narrated by Terence Aselford)

The Forgotten Man  is a book that is packed with information. It recounts The Great Depression from several different viewpoints. There are snippets of thought(complete with quotes)of the major players including Roosevelt and Hoover but we also learn of lesser known characters such as Rex Tugwell, Andrew Mellon and Raymond Moley.

Since I am primarily a visual learner, I struggled quite a bit with the volume of information contained in this audiobook. It would have been much easier for me to absorb the information if I had been reading a physical copy. However, non-fiction is one genre that I find well-suited to audio so that’s why I chose this one. I found The Forgotten Man fascinating and there were several times that I wanted to make notes about the parallels to the things that I see happening today. However, because I was busy doing other things as I was listening, that didn’t happen. 

The overall theme I came away with this book was that though it may have been well-intentioned, the experimentation done by Roosevelt and other people during this time in history actually prolonged The Depression. We see some of the same things being repeated today as far as huge spending versus scaling back and reducing the deficit. 

In all honesty, though I found this a fascinating book as I was listening, I didn’t retain a lot of it. I would like to revisit the print version because there is a wealth of information there. In light of current events, I highly recommend reading this one. Just take notes. (4/5)

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Update on my recent scarcity…

beach2_shutterstock_13491118-conver Whew! It has been a busy couple of weeks at my house. Wrapping up the school year has been busy for my youngest two kids but we made it. Girl-child graduated middle school with honors and will be moving up to high school next year. Youngest boy-child  did well and will be an eighth grader next year. Oldest boy-child will be starting at the local community college in the fall.  I just want to say for the record that I am WAY too young to be the mother of a college student. I don’t know what happened. ;)

The next few days will be spent with us preparing to go on vacation next week plus the kiddos are involved in some activities so things don’t show a lot of signs of slowing down for a bit.

I recently acquired a part time job plus it is beginning to look like I will be going back to school very soon. If not later this summer then definitely in the fall. 

I am still reading though not as quickly as I would like. Currently, I am about 3/4 of the way through The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression. It has been a fascinating book with striking parallels to the current economic situation in our country. However, it’s very information-dense(either that, or I am dense) so I have been taking it slow.

I am also about 1/3 of the way through Beside a Burning Sea. So far I have really enjoyed it but I am making slow progress because I haven’t had much time to sit down and read. The only reason I am making progress on The Forgotten Man is because it’s an audio book.

How is your summer shaping up?

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Missed it by that much…..

bookawardsdraft2small I had been participating in the Book Awards II Challenge and enjoying it very much. I knew that I was pushing my time constraints but even as late as last week, I thought I would be able to complete it. Real life intervened though and I just couldn’t pull it off this week. I only managed to finish eight of the ten titles required to complete the challenge.

Here’s what I read:

A Proper Pursuit - Lynn Austin(Christy)
The Stones Cry Out - Sibella Giorello (Christy)
The Worst Hard Time - Timothy Egan(National Book Award)
A Northern Light - Jennifer Donnelly(Printz Honor Book)
The God of Animals - Aryn Kyle (Spur) (AB)
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas - John Boyne (Irish Book Award)
Mudbound - Hillary Jordan(Alex)
The Whistling Season - Ivan Doig (Alex)

Even though I wasn’t able to complete the challenge, I still enjoyed all of the books I read. In looking back over the reviews I noted that I gave 5/5 stars to both The Boy in the Striped Pajamas and The Worst Hard Time. I loved both of these books and found them both very important books that caused me to think about significant events of the past.

My least favorite for this challenge was The Whistling Season. While I did enjoy this book, I found it the hardest for me to finish.

I am going to set aside my other two books that I had planned to read for this challenge for now. I plan to come back to them eventually (maybe even for Book Awards III). Thanks Michelle for hosting this challenge!

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Book Review: The Worst Hard Time

imagedb-2cgiTimothy Egan

Audiobook(Narrated by Patrick Lawlor)

I’ve always been fascinated by The Great Depression. I am not sure exactly why but I it has always held a particular interest when I am choosing to read about history. However, in learning about The Great Depression, I had never taken the time to learn about The Dust Bowl. 
As I mentioned in a previous post, I thought The Dust Bowl was a brief incident that happened during the same time period as the depression but in reading The Worst Hard Time , I came to understand how little I knew. I must have been talking during that section of history class.

The Worst Hard Time  chronicles the events in areas of Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Colorado where the grasslands were plowed up during the wheat boom and the destruction that was left behind when the land was left blowing and desolate. After finishing the book I am amazed at the perseverance of the people who managed to hang on and at the same time I am horrified that they tried.  They seriously must have thought the world was ending with huge walls of dust descending upon them followed by hoards of grasshoppers. Every time they tried to plant something to sustain themselves it was killed either by dust, hot, dry, winds or grasshoppers.

Some of the other nightmares they faced:

  • People went five years or more with absolutely no income and after selling off everything they owned, they resorted to pickling tumbleweed to avoid starving to death.
  • Hungry livestock chewed on fence posts. They died because their digestive tracts were so full of dust that food couldn’t get through.
  • People hung wet sheets and wore face masks made of sponge in an effort to keep the dust out of their homes and lungs yet people still died from “dust pneumonia.”
  • Towns and counties were decimated by this tragedy and in some areas both the population and the land have never been the same.

One part, in particular, that touched me was when a woman was found burning a diary written during that time because it was such a bad time that there was nothing worth remembering. I am so glad that diary was rescued and parts of it are found in The Worst Hard Time. It’s hard to even imagine being in the writer’s circumstance and how hopeless he must have felt but at the same time, I am glad his voice survived for those of us who weren’t there to see the devastation. It is unimaginable but Timothy Egan helps to give us a glimpse.

I thought this book was so good that I plan on owning my own copy so I can read it again. I highly recommend The Worst Hard Time whether you are a fan of history, this particular era, or if you are just looking for a fascinating book to read. The writing is excellent and I absolutely didn’t want to stop listening. It’s very informative. The speculating that we saw in the recent housing boom has eery similarities to the wheat boom right before The Dust Bowl. There are lessons to be learned about human greed that runs unchecked. This is my favorite book, so far, of 2009 and I understand why it is a winner of the National Book Award.(5/5)

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Guest Post from Author Paul Harris

imagedb-3cgi After reading The Secret Keeper I was very interested in the journalistic aspect of covering an area of conflict. Author Paul Harris was kind enough to write a guest post sharing his experiences:

The thing that most people want to know about covering a conflict is simple
enough: what is it like? There is no easy answer. It depends on the
journalist, the sort of conflict it is and the sort of medium they work in.
For example, a photographer or cameraman has an intense need to get action
pictures right from the frontline. A print journalist does not. As a result
it is the photographers and TV crews who often experience the most danger
as their job forces them to seek it out.
For me, conflict journalism was something I always wanted to do and I ended
up dipping in and out of it. I am glad I did it. Despite some very
stressful and unpleasant moments I came out of it okay. I enjoyed the
amazing cameraderie of fellow journalists. I believed, at times, that I was
doing a good thing by shining a light on some forgotten and benighted parts
of the world. At other times, if I am honest, I was chasing a
thrill-seeking high.
It all, pretty much, came to an end, not in Africa, but in Iraq. I was
embedded with the British army on a two month assignment in 2003 that
spanned the invasion of Iraq by America and Britain. In the first few weeks
of the war the British unit I was with ended up as part of the ring of
forces surrounding the southern city of Basra. For a while, on most days,
myself, some other journalists and a TV crew from Sky News would drive in a
couple of cars to the front lines to interview any refugees we could find
who might have escaped the city which was still controlled by the Iraqi
army. On one day we headed to the front lines and passed British army
checkpoint after checkpoint. We were waved through them all. We quickly
found ourselves on a road heading towards the city outskirts, looking for
the last line of British troops where we planned to stop. We seemed to
drive for quite a while. The city border seemed strangely close. But we
were in a hurry to reach the front line and start some interviews so we
drove on. Eventually we reached a huge flaming oil trench, billowing out
thick black smoke. The Sky team wanted to stop and do some filming of the
fire. I, and other print journalists, did not as we felt in a rush. After a
“discussion” the Sky team won out. We stopped and tapped our feet
impatiently waiting for the Sky team to finish filming. We were eager to
resume driving forwards. At that moment, we heard a roar. A British tank
has coming down the road behind us. It stopped and a soldier popped his
head out and asked us in no uncertain terms where we were going. “The front
lines,” we replied, gesturing ahead of us. The soldier shook his head and
pointed back the way we came. “The front line is about a mile behind you,”
he said.
It suddenly dawned on us. The last British checkpoint we had driven through
had for some reason waved us on. Yet they had been the front line. The next
checkpoint we would have run into would not have been British. It would
have been Iraqi. Faced with two strange vehicles approaching from British
lines, it would have been hard to imagine the frightened Iraqi soldiers
doing anything but opening fire on us. Only the Sky crew’s need for a quick
film shoot had stopped us from that fate. It had been a simple moment of
sheer luck that had prevented a disaster. We turned tail and drove back at
high speed. Later that night, though not a shot had been fired, I realized
it had been a very close brush with danger, perhaps even death. I had begun
to realize I did not want to put myself in those situations anymore. After
I left Iraq, and returned to England, I never did.

Thanks Paul for taking the time to share your fascinating experiences.

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Book Review: The Secret Keeper

imagedb-3cgiPaul Harris
321 pages

Danny Kellerman is a British journalist. In the year 2000 he is sent on assignment to cover the war in Sierra Leone. He winds up in Freetown where he meets a woman, named Maria Tirado, who changes his life. She is a foreign aid worker who tirelessly helps the orphans and boy soldiers of the bloody conflict. Maria and Danny become romantically involved but Danny leaves Sierra Leone and Maria stays, refusing to leave the children behind. He goes back to London and carries on with his life until four years later when he receives a note from Maria asking him for help. He quickly finds out that he is already too late. Maria has died under suspicious circumstances in a roadside robbery. As he investigates her death Danny uncovers a huge web of secrets. However, as the answers to his questions begin to unfold, Danny finds that telling the truth can carry a heavy cost.

The Secret Keeper is a story that is hard to classify. On one hand it’s a mystery/thriller, on the other it is very enlightening with regard to the political situation and events surrounding war-torn Sierra Leone. While I possess regrettably limited knowledge of the events of the war, the author served as a war correspondent in that area and this book is detailed and reflects his experience.

The mystery/thriller aspect of the story was handled very deftly as well. I don’t like to figure out the ending of a book but sometimes you can just see it so clearly spelled out in black and white that you can’t help but know. Not so with The Secret Keeper. I was kept guessing right up until the end where the truth is revealed.

I found Danny hard to like in the beginning because I felt like he was wallowing a bit in self pity but as you move through the story with him, you begin to realize that he is a man shaped both by the events in Sierra Leone and by his life before. 

If you enjoy political intrigue, learning about government and conflict in other countries through the eyes of a journalist or if you just love a good thriller then I can recommend The Secret Keeper without reservation. I would caution that there is war violence . (4.5/5)

Would you like to read some other opinions about The Secret Keeper? Then check out these other stops on the TLC Book Tour:

Monday, May 18th:  Maw Books

Wednesday, May 20th: Peeking Between the Pages

Thursday, May 21st: Musings of a Bookish Kitty

Tuesday, May 26th: B & B Ex Libris

Wednesday, May 27th:  My Friend Amy

Thursday, May 28th:  A Reader’s Journal

Tuesday, June 2nd: A Lifetime of Books

Wednesday, June 3rd:  Bookworm with a View

Monday, June 8th:  The Bookworm

Tuesday, June 9th:  Jen’s Book Thoughts

Wednesday, June 10th:  Presenting Lenore

Thursday, June 11th:  Books for Breakfast

Friday, June 12th: Savvy Verse and Wit

Monday, June 15th:  Bloody Hell, it’s a Book Barrage!

Tuesday, June 16th:  Ramya’s Bookshelf

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