Today I am grateful for my following through with giving myself time to read for fun. Not that reading isn’t fun, it is. But lately I have been restricting myself to one genre which is self-help non-fiction. There are so many wonderful books stacked in my living room, my bedroom, and my dining room. I have sought out and found a multitude of uplifting and helpful publications.
I wanted to read some fiction just for fun. I found this book while perusing Amazon that looked like it would be of interest to me. Finding books with Jewish characters is not an easy task, especially with current themes. The fact that this book takes place in 1971 in a nearby city in Southern California, made me look further into what it was about. Some of the reviews peaked my interest even more.
“I had the pleasure of reading an advanced copy of this book, and it was a treat from start to finish! I’m not Jewish, but a coming-of-age story centered around Hanukkah (and magic!) was intriguing to me. Joel ben Izzy does not disappoint! The structure of this book, the humor, the heart… everything works beautifully. It is at times hysterically funny and seriously heartbreaking. I can’t recommend it highly enough, for people of all ages and faiths.”
“Holy challah bread this book is good!…A Kvetcher in the Rye- for our times. Seriously though, I’m gonna read this book again…. It’s filled with so much humor, so much wisdom, and best of all, so much warts-and-all truth. Truth about that awkward time of adolescence when your feelings are as strong as your questions about life: Why is this bad s—t happening to me? Why do people die? Why is my family the weird one? How will the prettiest girl in class notice me? I taught 9th English for 10 years and I wish I still did just so my kids could have a great time reading and discussing this book! Ben Izzy is the best kind of storyteller. You feel like he’s talking just to you… letting you in on the secrets and the magic of things. When you get to the story the old man tells about the oranges- oh man, I got chills. Do yourself a favor. Get eight copies for all eight nights of Channuka, give them to the people you love (ages 12 and up i’d say…) but save one your yourself… This is a story that makes you glad to be alive.”
I enjoyed reading this book so much that I stopped doing anything else. I dedicated all my time and energy in to finishing the book. I am grateful that I have the time to give right now. I want more time to do this. Now who do I pass it on to?