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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

A Review of Jacqueline by Jackie Minniti

I have great news for one lucky person who commented on my last blog, Welcome Guest Author Judy Alter! about Judy Alter's novel,  The Gilded Cage. The winner of the free book is:

                                       Ina Roy

Thank you to Judy Alter for being on the blog and thank you to the people who commented on it. 



Today I would like to share with you a middle grade novel, which I received from the author, since she is going to be on my radio show, Red River Radio Tales from the Pages, this Thursday, June 23, 2016 at 4PM EST - 6PM. 

I always try to read as much of the work of each author I interview as much as I can, but I don't always succeed. Usually I read a few pages and then I have to stop for various reasons. This was not the case with this book. The book, Jacqueline, grabbed me from the start.  The writing is clear and enjoyable. It is written in the point of view of a ten year old girl during World War II in a small city in France. She and her mother are in a tiny apartment awaiting the return of her father who is fighting in the war. In her building are a Jewish family, who are being taken care of by the building's occupants, except for one who is going out with a German officer. One day a letter comes saying that her father has been lost in battle. Not believing this is true, Jacqueline becomes obsessed with finding her father. Meanwhile, she discovers a slightly damaged cat, and her Jewish neighbors, except for their son, David, are taken by the Germans.  Her mother takes in the boy, and Jacqueline tries to live a normal life going to school when she can and teaching David to live like a Catholic boy. Always she keeps searching for her father. When she meets an American soldier she has hope that at last she will find her father. Jacqueline's determination to keep going while the war rages and the relationship she finds with this American soldier kept me reading this book as much as I could. The story is believable and based on a real story related to Ms. Minniti by her father. I would recommend this book to every child in grades 5 and up. This is an excellent way to show what it was like for children during that time period in France. 

I give it 5 stars:       *****





Jackie Minniti Bio:

Jackie Minniti was born and raised in the heart of New Jersey where she spent 25 years as a classroom teacher and was an education writer for the Courier Post. After retiring from teaching, she moved to a small beach town on the west coast of Florida and turned to writing full-time. Jackie decided to pen a book showing what it’s like to be on the front lines in the classroom. She incorporated the information from her master’s thesis into a story that combines the readability of a novel with the elements of a self-help book. Project June Bug, the story of an idealistic young teacher’s determination to help a high school student with ADHD, was published in 2008. It won several literary awards including an Eric Hoffer award and a Mom’s Choice Silver Medal and was named Premier Book Awards “Book of the Year. 
Her latest novel, Jacqueline, is a middle grade historical based on her father’s experience in France during WWII. Set in Nazi-occupied Rennes, it tells the story of a 10-year-old French girl and the American soldier who befriends her. Jacqueline combines the drama of fiction with the authenticity of personal history in a tale of faith, family, unusual friendships, and the resiliency of the human spirit that will capture the interest of even reluctant readers and give young readers a window into history.  To accompany the novel, Jackie has created a study guide that is cross-referenced with the Common Core standards for Language Arts/Literacy and History/Social Studies (Grades 4-8.)

Jackie is currently a columnist for The Island Reporter in St. Petersburg. She is a member of the Florida Writers Association, the Bay Area Professional Writers Guild, and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Several of her stories have been included in Chicken Soup for the Soul collections. She lives on Treasure Island with her husband, John, and two noisy macaws and enjoys reading, walking on the beach, boating, and visiting her three children and six grandchildren in New Jersey. Jackie has been a featured speaker at schools, book clubs, women’s clubs, and libraries and writes a blog featuring Florida writers (www.fabulousfloridawriters.blogspot.com. She can be reached through her website: www.jackieminniti.com

Until the next time, I hope you will tune in on Thursday to listen to Red River Radio Tales from the Pages and learn more about Jackie Minniti. I will also have Susan A. Royal, another author on the show talking about her new book. There might be some surprise guests calling in as well.

My next guest here on the blog will be Penny Ehrenkranz, who has added a sequel to her new book, Ghost for Lunch in the series, Ghostly Visions. Check back later this week.



Monday, May 16, 2016

Welcome Guest Author Judy Alter!

Today I am welcoming author Judy Alter to the blog. I am very happy to be introducing you to this author. Her new book, The Gilded Cage examines late nineteenth century life in Chicago. Besides this book she has written several others as well. I am very happy to have her here and she has decided to tell us about her methods of researching and why she decided to write her book The Gilded Cage.


Researching the past … and finding memories


As a young child growing up on Chicago’s South Side in the Hyde Park neighborhood, I wandered the land that once boasted the World’s Columbian Exposition. My mother took me out in rowboats around Wooded Island, and I learned to ice skate on the Midway, which still cuts a swath of green through the city for more than a mile west from the lakeshore. My friends and I made countless trips to the Museum of Science and Industry, the only exposition building that survives. Much later I attended the University of Chicago, which sits almost on the exposition grounds. That part of the city was “my” Chicago.
My love for that part of Chicago more recently became entwined with a fascination for Bertha Honoré Palmer, frequently known as Cissy. Raised to be a socially prominent and financially secure wife and mother, she moved far beyond those roles to demonstrate her strength, individuality, and civic concern. Where she could have spent her days, as the saying goes, eating bonbons and reading frivolous novels, she became one of the first to combine wealth with civic responsibility. Active in Chicago's Hull House—a pioneer settlement house in an immigrant community—she also strove to improve the lot of workingwomen and played a major role in the Woman's Club, an organization devoted to civic concerns.
Her crowning achievement was as president of the board of lady managers of the 1893 Columbian Exposition. Against the backdrop of an artistic, intellectual, and showmanship event never rivaled in the twentieth century, she managed to call international attention to the achievements of women throughout the world while mediating between extremists among both her sisters and the male population. No small feat, and the real Cissy Palmer has my utmost admiration.
My interest in the Palmers and their era was intensified when I read What the Lady Wants by Reneé Rosen (New York: New American Library, 2014), a novel about Marshall Field, the mecca of department stores in my childhood.
My own trip with the past began with a children’s book on Cissy Palmer, one I researched and wrote. I knew of course about the luxury of the Palmer House, the hotel Potter built and then built again after the Great Fire of 1871. I began to dig deeper, beginning as always with obvious sites on the internet, even Wikipedia which is a great place to start. This internet study yielded among other gems several pictures of the house Potter built for Cissy on the North Shore, now perhaps Chicago’s most fashionable address but in Cissy’s day a sandy, weed-filled wasteland. The house was extravagant and outrageous, and behind his back people referred to it as Potter’s Folly.
But for me real research must finally come around to books. For historical background, I am indebted to several sources. The Fair Women, by Jeanne Madeline Weimann (Chicago: Academy Chicago, 1981), a lengthy, detailed, and superbly researched account of women's role in the exposition, provided much of the meat of this story. Also helpful for information about the exposition was Reid Badger's The Great American Fair: The World's Columbian Exposition and American Culture (Chicago: Nelson Hall, 1979) and Robert Muccigrosso's Celebrating the New World: Chicago's Columbian Exposition of 1893 (Chicago: Ivan R. Dee, 1993). For general history of Chicago, I consulted City of the Century: The Epic of Chicago and the Making of America, by Donald L. Miller (Simon & Schuster, 1996), City of Big Shoulders: A History of Chicago, by Robert G. Spinney (Northern Illinois University Press, 2000), Chicago, Crossroads of American Enterprise, by Dorsha B. Hayes (New York: Julian Messner, Inc., 1944), and Chicago, A Pictorial History by Herman Kogan and Lloyd Wendt (New York: E. P. Dutton and Company, Inc., 1958). Most recently I read The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America, by Erik Larson (New York: Crown, 2003).
My primary source for details about Cissy Palmer's life was Ishbel Ross' Silhouette in Diamonds: The Life of Mrs. Potter Palmer (Harper & Brothers, 1960), but Ross, a well-known biographer, must not be blamed for the direction Mrs. Palmer's life takes in these pages of fiction.

And finally some points of the story come with my own love for and familiarity with the South Side of Chicago. Though it is now more than fifty years since I lived there, I still carry Chicago in my heart.

How wonderful of you to share your research with us!! I know I want to know more about this well-researched book!! 




Blurb:

Born to a society and a life of privilege, Bertha Honoré married Potter Palmer, a wealthy entrepreneur who called her Cissy. Neither dreamed the direction the other’s life would take. He built the Palmer House Hotel, still famed today, and become one of the major robber barons of the city, giving generously to causes of which he approved. She put philanthropy into deeds, going into shanty neighborhoods, inviting factory girls to her home, working at Jane Addams’ settlement Hull House, supporting women’s causes.
It was a time of tremendous change and conflict in Chicago as the city struggled to put its swamp-water beginnings behind it and become a leading urban center. A time of the Great Fire of 1871, the Haymarket Riots, and the triumph of the Columbian Exposition. Potter and Cissy handled these events in diverse ways. Fascinating characters people these pages along with Potter and Cissy—Carter Harrison, frequent mayor of the city; Harry Collins, determined to be a loser; Henry Honoré, torn between loyalties to the South and North; Daniel Burnham, architect of the new Chicago—and many others.
The Gilded Cage is a fictional exploration of the lives of these people and of the Gilded Age in Chicago history.

Yes, this sounds just like the kind of novel I enjoy reading. I have this on my TBR list and hope to get to read it soon. 
Here is an excerpt from the book:

Excerpt:
"You upset about Little Egypt?" Carter Harrison edged cautiously into Cissy Palmer's office. He found her sitting at her desk with a murderous expression on her face, and, for a long moment, he thought she wasn't going to speak to him. She simply stared, anger in her eyes.
"I said, are you upset about Little Egypt?"
"Why not?" she replied, her voice deadly quiet. "I'm upset about everything else. You might as well add Little Egypt to it."
He began to fumble in words. "Well, I mean, the commissioners’ statement . . . ."
"Have you read this?" She thrust a newspaper toward him.
The offending passage had been underlined in red, no doubt by Cissy herself. "The building," Carter read, "is practically a white elephant." The statement was from Secretary Hovey of the commission, and the article went on to quote Secretary Hovey's opinion that women artists of the highest rank had refused to have anything to do with the Woman's Building. "I think we should turn the building into a large kindergarten," he concluded.
"Do you wonder I'm not upset over continued performances at Little Egypt?" she asked as he raised his eyes from the article. "They don't care that we exist, let alone that an exhibit on the Midway is offensive to us." Then, after a moment, she said, "I suspect Phoebe Couzins . . . or one of her cohorts . . . got to him. I will never be free of that woman!”
"And St. Gaudens' 'Diana' on our building—now I'm hearing that women are offended by its so-called immodesty. Good heavens, Carter, we get a renowned sculptor like St. Gaudens practically to contribute a magnificent work of art, and women quibble because of its drapery!" She threw her hands in the air in impatience.
He could, he knew, placate her, point out the success of the building, the prestigious works it housed, the crowds who had poured through it in the first week. But she would counter that Ellen Richards had kept her Rumsford Kitchen out of the building, putting it in the liberal arts building. Throughout the fair, women were exhibiting in other categories, so that Cissy's dream—a building where visitors could see the produce of women all in one place—was shattered. And she would counter, rightfully so, that no matter what she did, she was criticized.
"Get your hat," he said quietly but with determination.
"Pardon me?" She had expected him to argue against her anger, persuade her of the importance of her work and the building, cajole her out of her mood. She had not expected to be ordered about.
"Get your hat," he repeated, "and your purse, unless you feel comfortable leaving it here."
"Where are we going?"
The first hint of a smile crossed his face. "Never mind. Just do as I say." Then, as an afterthought, "It's past noon. Are you hungry?"
She'd been too angry to think about food, but now that he asked, she admitted, "Maybe. A little."
"Good," he said, holding out his arm, "I wasn't planning to feed you one of those fancy twelve-course meals you're used to."
With her arm safely tucked in his—he put his big hand over her smaller one, so that she could not gracefully escape when she saw where they were headed—Carter Harrison escorted Cissy Palmer from the Woman's Building. Once outside, he turned directly west, toward the Midway.
She hesitated. "Carter . . . ."
"I won't listen," he said. "I'll drag you if I have to."
She looked to see a smile on his face, but he seemed deadly earnest, staring straight ahead.
They paraded past most of the concessions—the Algerian Village, the ring where John L. Corbett challenged any and all comers to a boxing match, even the infamous Little Egypt. Cissy, now feeling incapable of rebelling, kept her eyes straight ahead.
They stopped in front of the Ferris wheel.
"Two," Harrison said to the ticket-taker, who smiled and said, "No tickets for you, Mr. Harrison. You and your friend go right ahead on. Boss' orders."
Cissy tried to pull her hand away. "No. I won't set foot in that thing."
Looking at her, Carter saw the slightest sign of fear, an emotion that Cissy Palmer would never publicly admit.
"It's perfectly safe, Cissy. Thousands of people have ridden it already."
Something—her fear, perhaps?—loosened her tongue. "That only means it's about to crash," she said, her anxiety totally uncharacteristic of the controlled woman he knew. "I've heard people talking . . . predicting a horrible accident from this monstrosity."
"Nonsense," he said. "They had a problem at first with the brakes—not strong enough to stop it once it got going—but they've got air-powered brakes now, and they've not had one problem. Come on," and he walked determinedly into the cage, which sat at ground level.
Cissy's choices were to accompany him or create a scene, and she was too much the lady to do the latter, no matter how horrendous the situation.
She was astonished at the size of the cage they entered. Made of wood and iron, it had swivel seats to hold forty people—Cissy did a quick rough count—and along one end was a counter where food and drink could be purchased.
Carter saw that she was seated in a chair near the counter—he did not exactly shove her, but his touch was firm as he helped her into a chair. "Stay here," he said.
She nodded.
He returned in a moment with two plates of cold chicken, fresh fruit, and glasses of champagne.
She ate more hungrily than she had expected, and she felt the tension ease away from her as she sipped her champagne. But as the wheel began to move again and the car lurched with movement, she grabbed the sides of her chair convulsively.
Carter stared at her. "Cissy? You're afraid of height, aren't you?"
"I don’t know," she managed to say. "I've never been higher than the third floor of our house."
"You lived on top of the Palmer House," he reminded her.
"Oh, but that was inside, different," she said.
He reached out and took one of her hands in his. "You'll be fine," he said, "and you'll love the view."
At first she wouldn't look, but as the car climbed higher—with frequent stops while other cars, below, were loaded with passengers—she began to steal glimpses straight ahead. Then she would look to one side and the other, and finally she stood to get a better view.
"Better sit back down," he said. "It's safer."
"But look, you can almost see our house."
He followed her pointing finger and thought he saw the absurd turrets of the Palmer mansion, miles away on North Lakeshore Drive. Between them and the mansion lay the city, spread out like a relief map. They began to point out this place and that to each other—"Look, there's State Street" and "Isn't that Prairie Avenue?"—until they were giggling like schoolchildren.
To the east, the lake glistened and shimmered. "I can see clear to Michigan," she told Carter, who smiled and shaded his eyes as though to see farther.
Cissy grew silent, and he watched her surreptitiously. But the look on her face was one of rapture as she gazed out at her city and her lake, spread out before her in a way that, previously, only birds had seen them.
"Carter," she said, turning to him with such enthusiasm that she, without thinking, took his hand in hers, "It's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen! And to think I'd have missed it if you hadn't bullied me into going."
"I didn't bully you," he protested, but he never moved his hand.
When their cage began its descent, Cissy complained, "I can't see as far." And when it reached ground, she sat unmovable for a moment.
"You want to go again?" he asked.
"No," she said, laughing, "not now. But later, yes."
"You liked it?" He beamed with pleasure.
"Yes, Carter, I loved it." Her mood, she realized, was lighter than it had been since before the controversy over who would ride with the Duchess of Veruga had put her in a frenzy. But even as she spoke, she remembered that Potter had said he was going to ride the wheel days ago . . . and she had never asked if he did, nor with whom.



Judy Alter's Bio:
An award-winning novelist, Judy Alter is the author of several fictional biographies of women of the American West. In The Gilded Cage she has turned her attention to the late nineteenth century in her home town, Chicago, to tell the story of the lives of Potter and Cissy Palmer, a high society couple with differing views on philanthropy and workers’ right. She is also the author of six books in the Kelly O’Connell Mysteries series. With the 2014 publication of The Perfect Coed, she introduced the Oak Grove Mysteries.

Her work has been recognized with awards from the Western Writers of America, the Texas Institute of Letters, and the National Cowboy Museum and Hall of Fame. She has been honored with the Owen Wister Award for Lifetime Achievement by WWA and inducted into the Texas Literary Hall of Fame and the WWA Hall of Fame. http://judyalter.com/

Here are her links:

Skype: juju1938

Buy link for The Gilded Cage
http://www.amazon.com/Gilded-Cage-Judy-Alter/dp/0996013121/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1460738028&sr=8-1&keywords=the+gilded+cage+alter

Judy has a blog tour planned for The Gilded Cage starting on May 23rd. Go to her blog to find out the details.

Thank you for being my guest today and I am looking forward to our radio spot. Judy Alter is giving away a free book to the lucky commenter who is picked. So leave a comment to be in the running for a free book!!!



Until the next time Judy Alter will be my guest for August on Red River Radio Tales from the Pages along with my friend Nina Haberli, so mark your calendars now for Thursday, August 25 at 4PM EST. Don't worry I will remind you before then if you don't remember. 

My guest on Red River Radio Tales from the Pages for May on Thursday, May 26th will be Amy Leigh McCorkle, who will be bringing her cast for the film, Letters to Daniel. We will be talking about the award winning screenplay and her journey so far with this very unusual project. In addition we will be discussing her Kickstarter for this. She is trying to raise money for her movie and once you read about this very brave and determined woman you might want to contribute to help her make this film a reality. For anyone who has bipolar disease or knows someone with bipolar disease, this program will also be discussing Amy's experience with her own bipolar disease. The screenplay explores how she has learned to live with it. 



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